Welcome To The Machine [Incursion PvE]

[Vereshin]

Location: Back corridor
Allies: [member="Pom Stych Tivé"]
Curiosities: [member="Rainbone"]
Objective: Find a way out

As Rainbone bounded away chasing the energy ball, Vereshin heard the shrill giggle of Pom behind him and he turned around to catch the beautiful sorceress blushing behind a raised hand. He returned her smile and felt his cheeks grew hot as he strode forward to take her hands. Hearing the scratch of the metallic floor, he turned his head again to watch the canine droid run through a corridor hidden by shadows and realized there must be another way to the source of the machine's power.

"Come on, he may lead us to another route to the power source." Vereshin gripped Pom's hand and lead her in the direction of Rainbone. They walked hand in hand down a long corridor, lights flickering from the roof and making vision infrequent. The scratching of metal and low growls sounded from the end, leading them to find Rainbone scratching at a large door which appeared to be impenetrable. A feint hiss filled the room, paired with an uneasy smell and pale red mist. Vereshin sighed as he repressed his panic. This was not the first time he had been trapped in a room spewing toxic gas, only now he had learned how to breach matter using the Force. Another phase would require concentration and preparation, which Pom and Vi did not have time for.

"The room is releasing a toxic gas from somewhere." He moved in behind Pom and placed his hands on her shoulders, while Rainbone continued to paw at the door. Already Vereshin conjured an idea as he gazed over the canine droid. Leaning in gently beside her ear, he whispered to the witch. "I need you to find a way to shut off the gas or destroy the device releasing it. I'll try and find us a way out." He looked upwards at the door. Rainbone was fast in the way and there was n0 physical way to move the enormous beast. Leaving Pom to shut off the gas, Vereshin stood in the center of the corridor and shot a palm forward. In an instant, the energy ball in the dog's mouth shrunk into space and vanished.

Preparing himself for Rainbone's charge, Vereshin slid two fingers into his mouth and whistled again, before snapping his fingers and throwing a gesture down the opposite of the corridor. A spark of electricity left his hand and surged down the way they had arrived. Immediately, Vereshin threw his back to the wall while Rainbone charged forward to chase it, giving him a brief moment to get to the door. He moved as quick as he could think and placed two palms against the thick door to no avail before standing backwards to concentrate. He estimated the mass and density of the door and the force required to breach the particles. Pom and himself would not provide ample weight and while the sorceress worked, he began to dissipate the fabric of the steel. The surface began to ripple and wane as the matter weakened.

Breathing deeply, Vereshin felt sweat gather on the back of his neck ad his breath weakened. His throat felt sore and tears stained with red filled his eyes. Even if they breached the door, the gas would seep through and he relied on Pom destroying the device producing it or the gas itself. The sound of metal feet against steel pounded behind him and placed two palms fiercely against the door. Ripples surged in a circular fashion from the center and across the shape. The seconds dispersed and he waited for the right moment to back away and grab Pom, before Rainbone charged through the steel. The pounding force amounted behind him and he stepped forward, planting his back against the wall. He waited to take Pom's wrist and run through the door immediately after the droid phased through.

 

[Luther Lewis]

Route: The left door towards power generator.
Team: Lightsiders.
Nearby: Mentions in text and: [member="Aryn Teth"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Captain Ironbeard"] [member="Ailuros"] [member="Audren Sykes"] [member="Kaili Talith"]

Summary of Actions:

Spoiler

• Traveled down the left hallway
• Took cover from gun turrets
• Prepared explosives (currently disarmed) in case turrets are not destroyed.

Zai was contemplating choosing a hallway at random, just to escape the oppressive crowd, when bright signs lit up above each entryway. He glanced down the hallway to where the generator lay. His survivor instincts kicked in, screaming at him, telling him it was a trap. He ignored the flutters in his stomach and followed the ever growing crowd in. After all; if you wanted the cheese, you had to enter the mouse trap.

Other members of the ragtag bunch didn't share his reservations, and had run on ahead. He moved slowly, un-slinging his blaster rifle off his back. Something wasn't right, and his subconscious was still screaming at him. He glanced around, looking for anything out of place. [member="Jessica Matthews"] was nearby, discussing the strange nature of the facility with [member="Andorreth Vikar"] and [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]. Zai skirted around them, but took a moment to admire the pilot's armour.

No one seemed to notice him, but that didn't surprise him. He was used to being forgotten and hiding in the shadows.

A loud racket issued from around the hallway bend. His heart pounding, Zai raised his rifle and rounded the corner. Two automated slugthrowers were tearing up the floor in the nearby room. The two figures of [member="Muad Dib"] and [member="Atlas Kane"] danced underneath. He marveled at their fluid grace, until Muad was knocked through the air and landed behind some consoles.

He heard some noises around him and glanced around. [member="Jorah"] had moved into the room and was firing a steady stream of bullets at the emplacements. The mercenary's quick thinking spurred Zai into action. Deciding he'd rather not be riddled with holes, he ducked and ran forward. He passed [member="Rekha Kaarde"] and almost collided with [member="Darth Filiae"], but managed to find some cover inside the room.

His heart beating fast, he breathed deeply and looked to his left. He'd managed to duck behind the same cover as Jorah and Muad. He glanced up at the consoles and an idea sparked in his mind. While the other two traded witticisms, he began to strip panels off a nearby console. If he could get access to the internal components there might be a way to sabotage the turrets. The chance of it working was slim, but it was a good contingency (Zai laughed at his use of the word) plan if the others couldn't destroy them.

At the sound of his fiddling, his two companions looked over. Without looking up, Zai said: "Don't let me interrupt you, please continue. You were saying something about blocking bullets telekinetically". He finally had the panel off. He reached into his pack and pulled out a shaped charge of plastic detonite he'd prepared earlier. "I'm Zai Avery, engineer and, occasionally, unwelcome tag-along". He saw them glancing at his improvised bomb and grinned. "Don't worry, this won't go off without this" He held up an acid time-fuse. "I'll keep it disarmed until we have no other choice but to break these machines". There was little risk of it exploding without the fuse, so he placed it inside the console while he clutched the acid-pencil.

|| [member="Onyx"] ||​

 

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

Location: Terminal Area
Team: Dark Side
Route: 2 | Right

The droid spoke back, with sass. He spoke technical, which Venthis didn't really pay much attention to. The only fact he cared about was whether he could get it open or not. Venthis glared at the droid for some time, eventually breaking the stare into silence, turning to the others making their way through the door, analyzing each of them as he did. Though one caught his attention, a fair-skinned female. He squinted at her for a moment, seemingly attempting to see through her. He mumbled briefly under his breath, turning around and glancing over the various terminals growing impatient.

Again turning around and having another glance. He caught a seemingly masked man, clearly Sith. His eyebrows raised at him for a moment, shortly dropping again and turning back around.

Crossing his arms, as his cloak dragged behind him. Venthis sighed. His lightsaber dangling from his belt on a piece of alchemized rope. His fingers burned, taking a purple tainted coloring. It was clear he had begun experimenting with things he could not understand. Though he would finally turn around again, clearing his throat. "Anything yet?" He addressed the entire assortment, seeking answers. "Getting tired of waiting." He said, with an exhale following shortly after.

[member="Zircon"] | [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] | [member="Vindica"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Astromech DD2-R8"] | [member="Kor Vexen"] | [member="Ylva Solveig"] | [member="Caelag Vass"]

 

[HK-36]

Terminal Center Room - Zircon Route

[member="Venthis Zambrano"],

"Oh pooooooor yoooooooou,"

Came an exaggerated response from HK at Venthis' complaints,

"Getting tired of waiting the whole of a couple of minutes before inevitable chit hits the fans. Perhaps the young master Sith missed his nap and now is feeling cranky? You know, if you think it would be faster, you are welcomed to jam your own members down some strange sockets and see how that works out."

The droid quipped as he looked away from [member="Caelag Vass"] who he was still by, hopefully they accepted the shattergun pistol he offered to them,

"Lord Astromech over there,"

HK motioned with his head towards [member="Astromech DD2-R8"], deciding to actually mix some being helpful with his sass for once and answer at least part of Venthis' complaint,

"Is working on it. He said that slicing so far is not giving him much results and he will try to mess with the code. He also suggested that we start pressing buttons in the center, especially around the holoprojector, it might give him insight into seeing if any of the systems in this room are still activated and what their purpose is. If you wish to speed things up, I suggest you find the nearest button and press it, as idiotic as it sounds."

Turning his head once more, he looked towards DD2 now, addressing the other droid,

"Try to copy the part of the code you want to delete, and maybe isolate it in secured folder just in case it is bugged, if we will need to restore the system here before moving on, I would rather take precautions to do so easily."

He suggested just as things begun to stir up once more. Apparently [member="Vaylin"] was one of the few people who managed to stand to listen to HK through all the talking he did and heard him refer to [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] as "Princess", causing her to look towards the young girl, which in turn summoned [member="Vindica"] to step in between them and aggravated another Sith, [member="Kor Vexen"], who assumed Aster to be spoiled. While HK did not often took side of organic nobility, indeed most often than not finding them infuriating and just a general waste of space, Aster was different, for she had enough courage to fight against the Sith alongside the droid, and that was a bond and experience the machine did not took lightly, or forgotten easily.

The droid was about to step in as well, already calculating few choice words to retort with at Kor when Aster just seemed to move on, ignoring the insult thrown at her. In turn, HK went back to focusing on the console he was working on as well, reaching out to a nearby button to press it, just as their astromech suggested. In hindsight, that was probably the right decision, rather than escalating things even further in their already divided and distrustful group, for as much as Vaylin did not trust or liked the sight of a rather well combat-capable droid, he probably returned the feeling at the same if not greater magnitude when looking at Sith.

Either way, it was then when he saw [member="Nima Tann"] and [member="Tempest"] join them in the room, Nima especially walking by him and Caelag to ask for an update,

"Nima, hey, so you decided to follow me in here, it will be so much easier for me to save your life once more now. I do not blame you however, I do admit I also felt that special connection we had when I had to carry you out from Omega in my strong, metal arms."

He said well in the earshot of Caelag, Aster, Vaylin, [member="The Slave"], [member="Ylva Solveig"], who he would not blame for the cold shoulder should he notice it although he would probably in the end break through it and help the wildling warm up to the Iron Onion Knight, and pretty much anyone else bothering to still listen to him.

"We are still trying to slice our way through to open that door over there."

HK motioned with his head towards the large durasteel doorway on one end of the room,

"No luck so far, although our astromech friend will try to mess with their code, he said to try and press all the buttons we can, many of them do not do anything but it will help him eventually decipher their functions and how many systems in here are still active. Other than that, you know."

He would look over towards whoever the nearby Sith was,

"Usual tensions we have to deal with in these situations."

 

[Andorreth Vikar]

Location: Terminal Room partying with Jessica Matthews
Team: Light Side Ravers
Objective: Currently trying to not be hit with slugs from a turrets.

Ducking upon hearing the woman with a black helm yell down I looked and saw a pair of turrets pop from above. A mandalorian went flying based on his armor. Slugs then....otherwise I'd have seen plasma fire. The woman in the coat was channeling The Force to move the turrets to fire upon one another. Efficient, then there was the kid tossing together a bomb.....well hopefully they hadn't crossed any wires didn't need crossed. Though odds were we'd need some heavy explosives later...Looking towards the turrets and how the woman had directed them to fire upon another I uncapped the lid to the container of sand and directing it with The Force towards the turrets I began accelerating the sand faster and faster.

At the very least it'd start eroding the metal casings of the turrets, clogging the barrels, and with enough acceleration it'd simply create an eroding electrical storm due to static. Looking over at the kid behind some consoles I said "Hey kid! Maybe save the big explosives for when we're actually through the door? Least then you'd have the satisfaction of a bigger bang that'd help us all out." I heard a grunt of pain and saw the pilot we'd chatted with earlier had been hit in the helm and the shoulder. Ouch that looked like it hurt... Glancing over towards the woman who'd moved the turrets and I'd spoken with earlier I noticed the blue saber ignited now in her hand and said "Andorreth Vikar by the way Ms......?"

[member="Jessica Matthews"] ~ [member="Muad Dib"] ~ [member="Zai Avery"] ~[member="Kurayami Bloodborn"]

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Location: Back corridor
Allies: [member="Vereshin"]
Curiosities: [member="Rainbone"]
Objective: Through the next door

The screeches that the droid emitted caused Pomsty’s head an unusual sensation. She definitely held an aversion to such piercing grinding sounds. It was an unusual experience that she felt the sound like a full body tickle. The added sensation of dread caused her a bit of apprehension. She wanted to know who that sensation belonged to. It had to emanate from organic lifeforms. Their teammates could be in trouble! So soon?! What could be worse than her having her patent leather coat punctured by the razor sharp teeth of kitty the doggie droid? Could this thing actually venture through the galaxy and annihilate organic life everywhere?

[member="Vereshin"] tackled the impassible doorway, which Pomsty saw harbored no crevices at all, or she would choose to Apparate them both to the other side to assess the situation there. She immediately acted upon his direction that she should deal with the gas fumes that filled this area.

The Sorceress drew an assortment of enchanted roots from her pockets, each with particular metaphysical properties, and held them out in the palm of her hand. With the other, she sparked a black flame with a snap of her finger. She ignited the roots which emitted localized sparks as it fed upon the gas which had seeped into the room.

Walking over to Vi, Pomsty provided him relief from the effects of the gas. Her black flame danced for a moment, then arced towards the origin of the gas leak…kitty's butt, of course.

“Maybe its something he ate. The Curse of chewing a Witch’s patent leather perhaps!” She guarded her hat ever since!

Once Vereshin Phased through the door, for their protection Pomsty immediately Apparated them both into a puff of smoke. Should something inside this room harbor any attempt to harm them, the two would not be effected in this state. She danced and weaved about the newly traversed room, like the specific gravity of ink weighted down and tufting through crystal clear water.

Kitty had followed through along with them…

 

[Kirk Skobra]

Location: Pathway Leading to Generator​

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Allies: [member="Anya Malvern"], [member="Ailuros"]​

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Kirk wouldn’t have given much acknowledgement to the red-haired Sith as the command was given to him. He simply turns around to cover the rear flank with his Westar M5 as if this were a tactical response team. Which in a philosophical sense, it was – although Kirk personally wouldn’t had agreed with that sentiment at all. If these were his mercs from his company, he'd be having a stroke right now. But, the seasoned professional was wise to keep his grievances to himself - and kept away those opinions from the surface of his emotions, as he'd dealt with other force sensitive Jedi and Sith before. His experience on display in the regard that he'd entrusted his two other team members them to have his back, as he himself continued to back up from the staggered column formation - if it could be called one.

With each move Kirk made, he was entirely methodical. It's as though he's repeated this verse of the same story hundreds upon thousands of times; it was the benefit of his years of experience in the business. As the group neared the maintenance tunnel entrance, Kirk inevitably would’ve flipped down his mask to see in night-vision; beforehand, Kirk placed out the light on his cigarra as he would’ve forcibly rubbed it against the durasteel reinforcements in between the clinch between his middle finger and index finger.

Kirk wouldn’t have any directional comments or directions. He left that to the other two. However, it was evident that he was here to perform only the preliminaries in his contract – a fair trade. Inside his own mind, however, he was mindful of every movement their expeditionary force was making with an astute attention to detail; it was his responsibility that this force would make it back after this was all said in done. After all, there was credits and reputation on the line - and Kirk wasn't about to let a perfectly good opportunity such as that go to waste.

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Kirk Skobra"] [member="Ailuros"]
Location- heading to generators

She shook her head as she moved down the path that was nearly pitch black as she stopped and held a hand up hearing sounds of battle of ahead, frowning she contiuned lightsaber at the ready as she let a breath out

with it being only us three we are but stronger together, we are up agaisnt a force that has create power and number...not to mention others might be here...now forward

She said calmly, she let a breath out as they got closer and closer to the sounds of battle before she held a hand to stop again as she could see it almost hearing blaster during and the unmissable sound of turrets

bounty hunter you move ahead you've the ranged weapornary we'll follow close

She was so close...she cpuld feel he hands ripping those generators apart to end this...this monster that threatens all life

Nearby-
[member="Andorreth Vikar"][member="Zai Avery"]
Team-organics

 

[Tempest]

[member="Nima Tann"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Onyx"]
(Others in the Right doorway.)

A trap. Obviously it was a trap, but for what purpose? To make those who were trapped fight amongst themselves?

If that were the case, it might well work. As Tempest followed Nima and the group she could see some of the others in her ‘team’. Sith, Imperials, Order. She wanted to ignite her blade and cut them all down.

Yet, that would be foolish in these confined quarters. Tempest prided herself on being a bit more rational than her enemies she so despised, so she held her hand, but she made very, very sure that she had her weapon at hand.

Nima spoke, she nodded grimly. “They love their games, seeing us in the maze, watching us flail around. But why?”

Rhetorical questions which might only be answered by unpleasant revelations.

“And that’s assuming these door labels are even correct,” she groused. It was probably leading them into a trap. Or a trash compactor. From what she’d heard from Tegs and Elpsis these weren’t droids…or were at least more chatty than the usual genocidal kill bots she’d faced before.

 

[Audren Sykes]

Route: To the Left
Team: Lightside
[member=Onyx] | [member="Captain Ironbeard"] | [member="Muad Dib"] | [member="Jessica Matthews"] | [member="Kurayami Bloodborn"] | [member="Andorreth Vikar"] | [member="Atlas Kane"] | [member=Jorah] | [member="Rekha Kaarde"] | [member="Darth Filiae"]

Audren made no reply to the pirate's comments, not even a non-verbal reply. It wasn't necessary. The fact of the matter was that almost everyone preferred a Jedi over a Sith. Jedi certainly did, for obvious reasons. Pirates and criminals were more likely to survive an encounter with them or their forces, civilians likewise. Law officials often found them annoying but preferable to self-serving Sith. Politicians may prefer Sith at first, but when they're turned on they go to the Jedi. To one Sith another was simply competition while a Jedi was a target. He wondered if any of them had considered that.

Several things were happening ahead of them. One of the people in the room - the one carrying a blue lightsaber - had been hit by the guns and gone down. The one wielding a red blade had thrown it at the turrets, and several others were shooting at the guns with their own. In the hallway just ahead of him, Jessica appeared to be using the Force and concentrating on the turrets, and one of th men with her was doing something with the Force and...sand? The other one, Kurayami, took at least one solid hit to armor; the Sephi could see the force of impact and the distinct signs of a dislocated shoulder. Unfortunately the man was not in the hallway. While not a Healer, he did know enough first aid for that.

The actions taken were not what he would have done personally. They were, however, perfectly acceptable and there were enough going on that he didn't need to step in. Lightsaber, guns, Force-based efforts...one could theoretically call that overkill. If it worked he wouldn't be complaining. If it didn't, he'd be scratching his head to figure out why. One of the armor-clad warriors turned to Audren and those he was with. Though a helmet blocked the man's mouth, his words were clearly audible.

"I'm thinking the folks with the lightsabers should move at the front. I can't block bullets with my mind."

"Sure you can, it is just messier if you do it."

From the relative safety of the hallway, the Jedi Master examined the situation as much as possible. Defensive turrets were a fairly standard practice, but they were typically positioned in hallways or choke points. Not that the room wasn't a choke point, but defensive guns in such places tended to be positioned to minimize damage to the consoles and screens. That wasn't so much the case this time. The rounds were hitting fast and hard with very little apparent care being shown to spare the control surfaces. Further indication that this room was probably not something important and was simply designed to slow intruders down and potentially test their mettle. The question was how they were going to get past once the turrets were disabled. Or obliterated, as may be the case this time.

 

[Astromech DD2-R8]

Still in that there Terminal room.

The droid seemed to be completely silent for a good few minutes, before shaking a little and looking around in what almost seemed like surprise.

"*Still here? I thought I was droidnapping. What was I doing again?*" Silently again it looked at everyone individually. "*Results! I don't have them.*"

Listening to [member="HK-36"] the Astromech could be seen spinning the interface device a bit to try and work something out, copying this and that, deleting this and that, all whilst seeming to get more and more on edge until the Droid snapped. It reversed, the blaster slot opening and proceeding to fire upon the terminal until it was smoking dust.

"*I HATE YOU TOO!*" It beeped angrily whilst pacing around the room until finally smashing into the door that they were supposed to open, the sound of an electrical zap as the arc welder powered on and tried to weld the hinges off, to likely no avail.

 

[Jsc]

Jessica used the Force to help disable the turrents in the Generator Room.


She then nodded her helm to [member="Andorreth Vikar"] , "...Its Matthews. Charmed dear. Lovely to meet you."

Jess then returned to her casting. Doing her best not to laugh as [member="Audren Sykes"] made jokes. Because, hey. Whats the end of the world without a little sense of humor.

 

[Riamah]

Her request to scout ahead was denied by Anya, but Ailuros just nodded and stayed at the woman's side. Her back was to Kirk's and he watched the rear. As they approached the dim tunnel, her eyes adjusted to the light and she could see almost as well as a human could in day light. The benefit of having a cat's eyes allowed her to see in the dark better than most.

An itch to her intuition came up and she stopped before the sound of fighting reached their ears. Holding an arm out, she would attempt to stop the progress of Anya as well. A moment later that sound reached them and all she did was lower her arm to allow them to move forward. There was nothing coming directly at them yet from the direction they were heading.

"Lady Anya," it was what the cat called her when she spoke to her. Both out of respect for her position and not wanting to upset her by not being formal. Unless Anya told her not to call her that, Ailuros would continue to do so. "What is our mission here exectly?"

Full of an honest curiosity, what it was had never been made clear to her.

Waiting for Kirk to move in front of them, she watched behind them. Basically trading positions for now.

[member="Anya Malvern"] [member="Kirk Skobra"]

 

[Caelag Vass]

• Route: 2 [member="Zircon"]
• Objective: Investigate
• Team: Lightside
• Faction: Iron Empire

Caelag took the slugthrower pistol from [member="HK-36"], sliding it into a place she could store it in her armor for now. She waited a moment for his sarcasm to be spread among those gathered, before giving a short reply of her own to his remark on her choice of weapon. "Low count of shots, large recoil and vertical spread, distinctive sound, all problems if you miss. I don't miss, so they're not problems. That aside, the power of the shots tends to be worth the trade off. Still Sir droid, I apriciate the weapon." True, the lightsaber she owned would be a useful weapon, but she had a certain distaste for relying on it after so long wielding the weapons of a soldier.

To the remarks of the Princess, she wrinkled her nose under her helmet. "She hasn't, no. Then again, I rarely have the privilege to spend time with her, being little more than a soldier. Still, you have quite the personality, I can't complain about having you there to keep me from having one of these sith shove a lightsaber in me where the sun doesn't shine." All just below normal hearing, as she watched a number of people either releasing frustration on walls and doors or consoles, and shook her head. No one here was patient, it was a commander's nightmare.

"I highly doubt you're going to cut through that door's bolts. I'd be willing to bet it's magnetically sealed anyways, and made of something thick enough to provide lightsabers a hard time getting through. Since it seems none of us are particularly capable slicers or, more likely, none of these computers have anything worthwhile on them, might I suggest we turn our attention to what seems to be a holoprojector? Either turn it on, force feed it some power, I don't know, get it working. This trap of theirs is set for us so well and good, and our general disposition of a lack of patience for tending to it is not helping us. If I had to guess we are waiting for the doors to seal behind us, our hosts to come center stage and make some grand monologue about how futile our attempts are, and then open that door to a horde of whatever they find most amusing to throw at us. Since the astromech seems more likely to shoot the damn thing than demonstrate any sense of controlled urgency, Sir droid, would you be so kind as to press a button or flick a switch, whatever happens to be attached to this thing?"

It pained her to admit but, since she couldn't really see any holoprojections, she had to rely on the others here to get something done and tell her if it at all worked. They were getting nowhere, which seemed to be the trend anyways, but it was getting on her nerves that individuals seemed either too concerned with speeding along, or were shooting the only possible devices they could use to escape the karking room. Seriously, she was about ready to shoot the astromech for its horrendous choice, even if it was a pointless console they didn't know if it was the only thing that could open the door, and the droid simply hadn't found the right switch.

Regardless, she was a soldier and little more. She couldn't slice worth her weight in anything, so she slunk back to Ylva and Aster, standing beside the princess. She gave Aster and Ylva a small nod, as she raised her rifle and aimed it at the door. If by some miracle it opened, she wanted to be ready.


[member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Vindica"] [member="Astromech DD2-R8"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Aster Baelor Rose"] [member="Ylva Solveig"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Kor Vexen"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Ailuros"]
Generator path
Allies-anyone who likes living

She looked back, seemed the bounty hunter had left, she grumbled something about darn bounty hunters and their wavering loyalty before she composed her as she took a breath and started for the heart of this wretched place

However she heard the cat speak and closed her eyes as she nodded...she was leading her to possible death no matter how much she hated a person...if they followed her they deserved to know

what we are doing agent, is killing a great evil greater then even the jedi something that threatens every side, every faction, every living being in the universe

She looked to her as she side and patted her shoulder

no time for philosophy however, we must go

Did she show a but if politeness to her and caring? Yes she hoped this wpuld confuse the cat to, they moved further and further till they reached a open area where she heard apeakimg, she raised her saber and activated it as she let a breath put and spoke. That orang saber throwing light to her face like fire

seems the party has arrived without me...who are you guys with maybe I won't attack

[member="Jessica Matthews"][member="Astromech DD2-R8"][member="Audren Sykes"][member="Tempest"] [member="Onyx"]

 

[Zircon]

Right side-Second door-Terminal path​

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Dialog and frantic action seemed to be the choices of those currently gathered in the room. Some talks were kind of petty, such as possibilities of what was going on, while others were more profound, such as personal lives while a literal race against time ensued. No matter though what they talked about or what they did nothing in the room seemed to change. All attempts to hack the system would be met with nothing more than static and emptiness as nothing was connected to anything. It was as if the entire room was just one big button to set off their nerves.

Some shots had been fired and attempts to break the door failed, the monitors that had been inactive before suddenly came to life. On them was footage of every conversation and every act that had come to pass in the room. The angles seemed to be from all over and yet there was no cameras or possible hidden recording devices anywhere. It all just kept playing over and over again until it had looped for the third time. Then the screens went black. Words that were white at first but then began to shift between every color including black read out: Ineffective. Illogical. Irritating. Why? Because you are organic or pretend to be.

After a few moments the loops of video began to happen again. After every third time loop the screen would yet again go black and the words from before would once again appear in their rainbow way. Then the cycle would continue. Every new action and every new conversation added to the loop. No matter how much longer it got it all would just keep repeating itself with no way to stop it and no way to interact with it.

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[SIZE=12pt][member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Vindica"] [member="Astromech DD2-R8"] [member="HK-36"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Ylva Solveig"] [member="Nima Tann"] [member="The Slave"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Kor Vexen"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

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[Omega]

[member="Enyo Typhos"]
Elsewhere in the facility....

Enyo Typhos had made an alliance with the Contingency. An uneasy one to be sure, but one which had been profitable for both sides.

How though, as the pawns entered the facility there was one figure who was not engaged in the act of leading them forward.

Soft steps and Garnet appeared near where Enyo was working the consoles. She had changed appearance, something which seemed common with the HRDs which Enyo knew.

The aura would remain the same though. The aura of Force energy that glowed around the droid when it should not do so.

 

[Enyo Typhos]

[member="Incursion"]

Garnet had changed appearances, but this was something Enyo was used to from HRDs. They all wore masks - the hybrid explicitly included. The Contingency agent's frontal assets had also increased in size. Sadly, Enyo was unable to appreciate that. She was sort of asexual these days. Unless cute Zeltrons with empathic powers were involved, but this writer digresses. Besides, she'd learned from her experiences with Vess.


She looked up from her console to look upon Garnet. A bright aura of the Force surrounded the unit. By now, Enyo was certain she had a good idea of who and what she was. She was not inclined to share though. "As expected, everyone and their pet dog has coalesced on the planet or in space. They're bungling a good deal at the facility entrances. You know my thoroughly unloveable mothers told me not to play with my food," she added conversationally. Or at least as conversationally as she was capable of. It was still a dull monotone. "What's the status of your...machine?"

 

[Tmoxin Temi]

Location: To the left, to the left
Objective: After being slimed, follow Kyrel and Mishel
Allies: [member="Ara Zambrano"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Mishel Zanteres"] [member="Castor Ren"] [member="Kyrel Ren"] [member="Torian Pierce"]
Enemies: [member="Onyx"]

The Contingency. Tmoxin huffed to herself as this was just another example of the Bothan spy network falling short, especially for someone who contributed so much to the Bothawui economy. Then again, the local Bothans were not a fan of the Hapan Dark Jedi to stay the least. But to explain all of that history to Kyrel would take too long, and it appeared that the situation was rapidly escalating.

And whatever technology there was to lay claim to, Tmoxin would certainly find a way to commandeer that for her own interests. Why else would she continue to be some proxy to the Ren?

And speaking of Ren, more of them had arrived, though the only one she recognized was Mishel, the spit-fire of a girl she’d encountered on Rausgeber besieged star destroyer. The redhead beamed a smile at her and said, “You as well. We never did get to enjoy that bottle of wine.”

A slight smirk of acknowledgment was tossed towards child-like leader of the Ren and another named Ara - Tmoxin would not bow or genuflect to this group of cultists - and then she paused to ponder what Mishel explained about the droids she encountered on Rishi

Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Tmoxin jumped back and luckily at first, the Hapan wasn’t splashed by the strange substance vomited out by a band of buzzing drones.

Black goo? In these shoes?

No thank you.

But as she walked forward, she slipped in a patch of it and managed to brace herself with her hands, landing in a thick, miasmic puddle. As she rose, she wiped her hands off on the sides of her armor and hoped to the Queen Mother that this was just some kind of droid oil.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Main Facility Terminals
Allies: The ones in the Route 2 : [member="HK-36"] [member="Astromech DD2-R8"] [member="Vaylin"] [member="Aster Rose Baelor"] [member="Caelag Vass"] [member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Vindica"] [member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Tempest"] [member="Ylva Solveig"] etc. etc. [member="Zircon"]

"And here I thought you were being serious for once." She shook her head. "Besides, I was in perfectly fine condition and could run to the ship by myself if you haven't forcefully grabbed me." She added. Omega. The flying scene almost gave her a heart attack, as much as the Twi'lek relied on speed, it was still an uncomfortable one since she wasn't the one controlling it. Anyway, moving on from one uncomfortable memory to another, HK seemed to give her the info she wanted.

To summarise, they were stuck here. Tension was high, and an astromech droid was having a mental breakdown. Great.

"Fighting amongst ourselves is what they want. So let's try to avoid that." She told to the group.

The room was full of machines, buttons and monitors. But whatever they did, they couldn't interact with them in any way. Another game? It was getting kind of... disturbing.

And suddenly, the remaining monitors which were inactive activated, showing them whatever happened in this room, whatever has been said, over and over, over and over, afterwards these words appeared. Ineffective. Illogical. Irritating. Why? Because you are organic or pretend to be. And it kept on. Each movement was added to the video.

Buttons didn't work. Nothing worked. They were trapped.

This wasn't good. Not good at all.

...

"Fighting amongst ourselves is what they want."

She had an idea.

"Can you all hear me?" She said, telephatically. Her mental shields were up in case they tried to get in their mind too.

"They see us. They hear us. So, this is the safest way. Keep your mental shields up. They trapped us here to create tension, to make us fight each other, so they can weaken us. I say we give them what they want." She went towards one of the terminals and played with buttons. She knew it wouldn't work, but it could help to avoid suspicion.

"We'll make them believe they managed to make us mad. They'll make a mistake, and we will strike. Otherwise, they'll keep us here until that really happens. How well can you act?"