Woe to the Vanquished [Red Ravens vs Black Suns]

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

OOC Discussion

Vae Victus

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A tear in space and time opened up, tens of thousands of kilometres from Kessel. Overlong hulks of durasteel and duranium slowly lurched out. Their hulls stretched out far, but not near as equally wide. Immense rectangular vessels of war. For the keen of eye, and the man who listens, Subach-Innes had signed a contract recently, and with new shipments coming in, the Ravens were gathering their flock. Just under half their fleet strength, numbering in at five Wasp-class Heavy Cruisers and five Yorika-class Heavy Artillery Cruisers.

Then the others started pouring out, a swarm of angry wasps. Dozens, then hundreds of tiny freighters, star fighters, armoured ore-tugs and refitted mining-boats. The darkness of space, flecked by incalculably distant stars were suddenly blotted out by the hive of seemingly insignificant ships. But it was not the sight of this peculiar sight that was of any interest, nor their destination of Kessel - of which they still needed to arrive, nay, it was the happenings inside the flagship, holographically, visually and audibly broadcasted across the restricted and heavily encrypted communication array; CryptNet.

Within a darkened launch bay, irradiated by a hellish green glow, countless thousands of thugs, gangsters, mafia bosses, bounty hunters, assassin, mandalorians, thieves, slicers, miners and pirates gathered. A mosaic of a crowd generated by an innumerable sprawl of criminals, from the seediest fissures of the underworlds to the highest of casinos and mansions. The shakers and the movers, the guns and the data-miners, all were here. To rescue Cryax Bane and Colap Ticon? Nay, they were here to send a message; we're here, and we're coming for you. Tonight, the war begins.

Lysle walked out onto a rostrum to the cheer of all. Their very united voice shook the great vessel, and the metal groaned in protest. "My brothers," he began in a booming voice, holding his arms high and wide to welcome all, he received a cheer from the men. "My sisters," he spoke, sweeping his gaze far and wide, cold, grey, calculating eyes watching them with fierce determination, the women cheered. "I stand before you as your equal. I stand before you because these dogs," he motioned to a hologram of Kessel, a Black Sun Syndicate-controlled territory, "Have bombed our casinos, shot up our customers, and they dare kidnap my closest friends, our closest friends."

His voice spoke with true clarity. "But we will not take it." He clenched his fists, shaking in rage. "We will fight, and show them we're not the insects beneath their boots they think we are." Lysle pulled his hand to his heart, "For every one of these dogs slain, it is another innocent brother and sister we avenge, that they have killed in their attacks on us." He moved to point at the hologram, "And we will free every single one of their prisoners, to join our cause to destroy the Black Suns." Lysle opened his arms wide once more, "Can you dig it." The crowd cheered, he repeated, unsatisfied, "Can you dig it." Their cheers rose, powerful and beating, yearning with companionship, but still, Lysle was unsatisfied, "CAN YOU DIG IT." And they roared.

Lysle made the call, broadcasting his speech to every channel on the CryptNet, "Make for Kessel, burn their mongrel hides." The ships, already moving, chugged ever-harder towards their destination. A set of coordinate handed in by an insider. Their destination; a penal facility on Kessel, oval in shape and protected by shields, bunkers and a nearby fleet that monitored the Maw.

Spoiler

[member="Domino"]
[member="Rayl Wilded"]

 

[Amarant]

(OOC: not tryign to pull all the surprise from your surprise attack, just working on justifying my actually being at the penal center)


Mr. Ash walked in to his office calmly. Sitting at the holodisplay he activate his security terminal, patching into the Black Sun's network. He smiled, flipping through small bits on the holoconsole, shrugging slightly. It had been a fairly long day at work. Seventeen depositions. And a resume bid for CEO work at Baktoid--a premier droid and weaponry firm. Maybe he could re-brand some of the old tech, turn it into something greater than itself.

He checked his e-mail quickly. He then looked at the screen as a new message came up. A slicer buddy of his. On The Cryptnet. Great. He typed into the console manually--no need for exposing his commlink and internal workings to a slicer, after all.




Ashinboanesinc: What's up?
DuhBrimStoan: You're in Kessel, yeah?
Ashinboanesinc: Yeah, why?
DuhBrimstoan: Some lunatic's screaming bloody murder. Might be a brawl tonight.
Ashinboanesinc: ......who and why?
DuhBrimStoan: No smegging idea who. Can't crack it all. Think they're with the Ravens.
Ashinboanesinc: How many are there?
DuhBrimStoan: Not sure. The seem to be heading to Kessel though.
Ashinboanesinc: I have an idea why. Have to get going, see if I can get to the defenses in time.






Ash frowned and got up from the computer. He shut down the display and prepared his weaponry. He made a quick encrypted com-channel. "This is Ash. Meet me at the Penal Defense Camp."



~~On the other end of the magic that is telecommunications~~



Five Men, all in black suits that matched Ash's own Grim demeanor, stood around the floating image of Ash's skull as it gave them the order. "We'll meet you there, sir."

 

[Flora Burn]

Flora was at kessel, seeing if any the prisoners their were worth press ganging. They were not worth much to her, shame she could not sell them as slaves. She kept her disrupter carbine over shoulder, just incase she need to do some dusting. As she left the prison she wandered over to the bar, she was planning her next raid. She had bills to pay after all, the ship and crew was not cheap thing to run.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[The Upright Man]

Julian Solo was one among the crowd in the ships bay. Standing beside him on his right was a Trandoshan that towered over him, and to his left a Herglic that dwarfed the reptilian. The crowd surged behind him, roaring and cheering, raising their fists in agreement. "Kark," Julian whispered to himself, holding his blaster tight against his chest, "I got myself in deep poodoo this time." He looked around for any semblance of anyone he knew, but with this many people in here, and this crowded, it was trying to find a metaphorical needle in a haystack. He never got it, the worst part about finding a needle in a haystack, he thought, was the part when you find it and accidentally prick yourself.

 

[Lenix Ornil]

One of the many patrons of this mission, the small Squib, stood on his R5's head as so he could see over the crowd, cheering on with the rest of them. He'd always found Cryax and Colap to be quite good people when he was around them, more that can be said for others in this trade, and since being with the Raven's he'd developed quite the liking to blasting down members of the Black Sun.

As the crowd dispersed to their ships, Lenix hailed Lysle "Great speech and all, but what exactly IS our plan for this~?"

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Lysle of the Hydian Way]

[member="Lenix Ornil"]

Lysle came down from the platform to the dispersing crowd, and out from it he spied the small Squib, red furred and standing on his atromech unit. A wide smile curved his thin lips, "Ah good to see you old pal." Two Herglics began to take formation, flanking their boss. Blaster rifles hung from their belts that looked like nothing more than small pistols in comparison to their great size. "The shields will go down when I make the call, it's just a matter of taking out their defences." He didn't outright admit it, but he hinted that he had someone on the inside.

"It's a penal facility, on the last stretch of Black Sun space, their home fleet won't be here, it'd be outrageous for them to station it here. The only fleet here is a small one monitoring the Maw, at least that is what intel reports. And the closest planet is a few hours jump from here, we'll be in and out before the closest fleet can mobilise and arrive. But a plan? We're thugs, not generals, but I'm not an idiot either. The big bunker-busters will be taking care of the monitoring fleet, and whatever other resistance we got showing. You and the other fella's in your freighters will be taking the ground, and freeing the prisoners. I'll be with you when you get down there."

 

[Lenix Ornil]

Lenix curled a smile and pat the side of Lysle's shoulder chuckling slightly "Oh don't worry, I wasn't expecting a huge detailed plan, I just needed the general arrangements~ More detail means more to go wrong!" he laughed "Oh also, The Interceptor would likely be your best bet as a landing craft if you need one, being her size and reactor size she'd be able to resist almost anything they'll have protecting that base with her shields. Making it safe for you guys" the Squib suggested, the old corvette docked to the outside of the ship

 

[Daxton Bane]

Flexing armored clad fingers as he glanced once more at his image in the slab of highly polished obsidian, an I posing figure in black and green, a bar rivers of death and destruction. His eyes burned golden yellow in low light of his room, a feral look of hunger crossing his lips as he waited for the signal to attack.

He had spent the last hour clearing his heavy repeating machine blaster, securing fully loaded clips on his bandolier. A wickedly sharp blade dipped in Sith poison strapped his thigh, while his three light sabers softly clicked as they rubbed against each other from their strap on his waist. His fanny pack was filled with all sorts of military ordinance of the explosive variety, each to tear large numbers of the enemy into steaming piles of meat and shredded metal.

Intelligence said there were probably weak resistance, nothing that would prove a threat to a Sith who had fought Jedi masters and Mandalorians on equal terms. It amused even amused a little when he heard them mutter among themselves, when his presence was known. No today, he wasn't fighting warriors. No quarter will be given to those foolish enough to stand in way.

Taking his mirrored helm off the nightstand, he gazed once more at his reelection on the silver mask before turn it around and slipping it over his head. With a soft click it locked into place and Daxton was ready for the carnage that was to come. Flexing us fingers again unconsciously in anticipation, he hummed softly to himself as he waited.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]

 

[Cryax Bane]

The last place in the galaxy that Cryax Bane ever expected to be was sitting on the floor of a heavily guarded prison cell that smelled of dead Rancor. Yet there the young slicer sat, his back against the wall, his head aching from a carbine pistol-whipping at the hands of a Suns lackey. And he didn’t even want to think about his leg. If he didn’t get medical attention for his blaster wound, he risked infection. Either that or the crispy skin would heal on its own, just badly. He’d definitely have a large swatch of permanent scarring on his deep blue skin.

Still his fate could be much worse. He could be standing on a slave auction block or surrounded by interrogation droids. Tossed in a coliseum filled with Nexu. Encased in carbon. A mind prison. The Chiss realized that had to shut down that line of thinking stat, and just steel himself for whatever was next.

Cryax switched his thoughts to his Raven brothers and sisters, especially Colap Ticon who he suspected was somewhere in a cell nearby. The man’s telltale gravelly voice told him that the Ravens Seargent at Arms had been captured too. And one thing he knew about the no-nonsense merc, was that Colap didn’t go down without a fight. Then he thought of Lysle, his boss, who’d noticed the raw talent in him and decided to take a chance on a scrub from a speck of a planet in the Outer Rim. Lastly, he thought of another out there that he had begun to care about. He didn’t want to let any of them down. He smirked. A little late for that.

He anxiously registered the sound of footsteps in the corridor. Guards on patrol most likely. He sighed and slumped back down against the wall. The horrific stories he’d heard about what the Black Suns did to their prisoners could fill up an entire Holoarchive. He hoped that he wasn’t going to add his name to another chapter.

[member="Flora Burn"] [member="Rayl Wilded"] [member="Domino"] [member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Anastasia Rade]

Anastasia had come as hired muscle strength to help the Ravens rescue two of their own. She was a firm believer against slavery or imprisonment of any kind. Nobody should ever have to endure the horrors she had. She very much understood killing was wrong and there were laws that had to be followed. Criminals capturing criminals was different than that though. The credits that they were paying her were good as well.

It wasn't until she showed up that she realized whom the captured were. She had that sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when he had stopped calling her but had brushed it off as he was busy on another job. As she stood half listening to the speech her mind raced in thoughts of what had happened to her and would be happening to him. Cryax meant more to her than just a dear friend to her so this had just gotten personal.

She had for this rescue mission chosen to wear her armor which was equipped with all of its bells and whistles. In her side pouch she had included a medkit as she was sure the prisoners were hurt. Finding them and helping them were her main goals of this mission. Anything else was secondary.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"][member="Daxton Bane"][member="Cryax Bane"]

 

[Arianna Maneria]

Arianna Put on her armor and equipped her weapons. Normally she wouldn't be so serious before a mission but this time it was personal they kidnap two ravens and think they can just get away with it. she made sure her armor was covering everything and she tied the cloth over her eyes and put her helmet on. She was in concentration mode now she awaited orders from Lysle.

 

[Tahl Edrel]

Towards one of the back hangars, in flew a YT1930 freighter, setting itself down gently and lowering it's ramp. Out stepped a large, haired form, standing at just over 2 meters and carrying a huge energy rifle and a hunting sword, the Whiphid looking around, being late to the party and going to try and find out what the arrangements were and whether he could lend his skills or not. He remembered Colap from various stints at the bar and had grown to enjoy his company, so breaking him out was a high priority for him as with all else who knew him and the Chiss

 

[RC 212]

LOCATION: THE PRISON BLOCK
OBJECTIVE: MAKE THINGS GO FUBAR!

[member="Cryax Bane"]

Colap rubbed his head. It still smarted from where he'd taken a hit in the fight. His body was bruised and his bones ached. Blood was dried across his face. The prison was dark and dusty. It was a dry heat and the reek of prisoners in their own poodoo stewed about the place. This was Kessel, a place people were sent to die, or be disappeared.

He looked around brushing his brown graying strands aside and taking note of the surroundings. So far he had the guards pace all figured out. They walked one hundred and fifty paces down the hall and the same amount back. That meant the hall was about one hundred fifty to two hundred feet long. That was if they didn't have a half track but hey who cared.

He knew Cryax was two rows down. He had watched them throw him in. Luckily no one had thought to torture them yet, but it was certainly coming and his mind raced with ideas.

Colap was clad in a dirty tunic, and inside it's folds he had wrapped a toothbrush which had been fashioned into a shiv.

"Cryax you there?" He asked loudly.

The guard came walking briskly by and slammed the bars of his cage.

"Shut up scum, I'll have you flayed alive!"

"Unlikely."

Colap walked up to the bars and smiled menacingly at the guard.

"Come on in if you think you can buddy."

His hand wrapped silently around the shiv as he scanned the guards armor for an opening in the plates....

 

[Cryax Bane]

The Chiss slicer heard a familiar voice echoing through the hall, calling his name from a nearby cell. Ticon. Relief washed over him knowing the other Raven was still alive. For now. He didn't know why their Sergeant At Arms was trying to draw attention to himself or to Cryax for that matter, but knowing Colap, the wily scoundrel had his reasons. He smirked as he heard Colap taunting the guards. He was either up to something or the man just couldn't help himself.

Cryax spoke up, thinly calling out to his fellow prisoner, "I have to say, Colap, I'm a bit disappointed. I really thought they'd have better food here."

He hoped his jokes would lighten things up a bit. And keep him from sounding deathly afraid of being executed on a whim by Black Sun prison guards.

"Did they at least give you nice window view?"

[member="Colap Ticon"]

 

[Garza]

Everybody was geared up in high amounts of armor. Carrying weapons that could blow up entire squads with one shot. However, I was garbed in little to nothing considered armor. I wore a Warden cloak. An armorweave with cortosis impregnated into the fabric. Resistant to lightsabers, and most blaster weapons. Considering only a few had slugthrowers, I didn't feel that it was necessary to wear something oh so great. However, I did wear a simple Echani battle suit underneath. Meant to protect me from slughtrowers and smaller physical weapons like swords and vibroblades. Shrugging on the cloak, I then tugged on Leviathan bracers upon my hands. Leather that was treated with Force Alchemy to be resistant to lightsabers and blaster shots. As well as absorb the energy of lightning should the need arise. However, I could use lightning very well. So absorbing it naturally was not out of the question either.

In my left hand, held by the blade itself, was an Echani Vibrosword. A weapon that I prized very much. On my back, a Claymore made out of metal and bone, and enchained through force alchemy as well. While I also carried three lightsabers on my belt. Most notably, My redone Lightning saber. While most others would be carrying around blasters, repeaters, and grenades, I would not. It was just not my kind of style to use them often. Yes, if it came down to it, I could pluck a few things from the dead and use them should it be necessary.

Geared up, I headed for the hangar bays. Where I would be flying in my ship codenamed "Stryker" An elite starfighter that in sub light conditions was the fastest ship out there. I just hoped that I didn't have to fly or work with stupid people today.

 

[Jen]

Yea, she karking digged it okay? It had not been wise messing with the Red Ravens and taking capture two of their own meant you had suddenly reached a whole new level of low. Meassures had to be taken and someone had to show up and take the responsibility AND apologise. Sadly however, it seemed that a simply apology wouldn't cut it now.

As the speech was over Jennifer decided to check her gear once again, just to be sure it was all there. Or well, the few things she had. She wasn't extremely well-equiped compared to all these thug types there were here, dressed in fancy heavy armor. Nah, her normal clothing, a blaster, a datapad with some physical connection cords and a vibroknife. That was it for now.

Jennifer walked a bit around without really having a destination for some time before spotting Lysle and the little Squib Lenix. She decided to approach them, saluting the two and offering a pretty grin. "Good day to you two.. Lysle, I was wondering. Do you have something needed being done? That I could help out with?"

[member="Lenix Ornil"] :: [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]​

 

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry had an interesting time working as a guard and mechanic for the Kessel prisons over the last week or so.
After the heating tube rupture and his repairing it, he had been given more mechanics duties. Maintenance on air shafts, eventually maintenance on asteroid-targeting blaster cannons and the shield systems. The shield systems had been two days ago, and luckily, he had gotten plenty of time to work with them, and no had ever given a second thought to such a mild-mannered, quiet individual who had helped as much as he had.​

But then, that was probably a mistake on their part.​

After mechanically wrecking the shield systems once Lysle's message had arrived, a few salvaged mining charges had been placed in each of the pertinent rooms. The trigger was now in Cambry's hand, as he stood in his locker, unpacking the box of equipment that was his typical attire. The blue jumpsuit he had been stuck in was starting to get tiresome. With a casual sort of flick, Cambry pressed the trigger switch.​

It took a few seconds. A few seconds too long.​

Cambry's heart filled with dread and his eyes shot to his trigger, which he quickly flicked again. It worked this time.​

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An explosion ripped apart the shield generator rooms, turning them to molten durasteele and launching small bits of shrapnel and rock and wreckage away. Fire and smoke filled the corridors surrounding them in the maintenance areas.​

By the time airlocks had closed and sealed the rest of the prisons, any shielding of note was utterly gone. The prisons were vulnerable.​

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Cambry, for his part, fell to his back with the shake of the explosion rocking the station. Quickly he got up, grabbed his Mando armor vest and kneepads and threw them on over his prison uniform, before grabbing up his stun rifle as he climbed to his feet. As he exited the room into a hallway full of chaos, the detonator found a new home in the way of a trash chute.​

Cambry began to make his way for the prison block.​

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[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] // [member="Darren Shaw"] // [member="Cryax Bane"] // [member="Colap Ticon"] // [member="Tahl Edrel"] // [member="Arianna Maneria"] // [member="Anastasia Rade"] // [member="Daxton Bane"] // [member="Lenix Ornil"] // [member="Mr. Ash"] //​

 

[Xalus]

Xalus was on the bridge too, wanting not to work alongside the peons of the Red Ravens and instead chose to surround himself with the inner guard of the PMC division. Passionate, attentive, and capable were words used to describe those lot of fella and gals, 'specially when things got tough. Many of them were spaced out across the command deck while the coordinator and head honcho of it all stood at the helm of the fleet, conversing with randoms and those who didn't exactly fit the warrior mindset.

Closing in on them, Xalus kept the Reaver slung across his chest with the backpack not hindering his movement in the slightest. He was, of course, just a walking pile of muscles and armor plus the brain. Oh the brain. Probably the only thing keeping him alive was that and this particular Gen'Dai was confident enough that even without his literal "superhuman" powers, he'd still be able to cause a little mayhem. A smile tore across his savage features, unseen to any who looked upon his armored visage.

"I'll stick with the little miss." The mercenary told Lysle as he finally made it to them. This girl had some spunk, but she was a frail little thing. A stray shot from a blaster rifle could've probably blown her to pieces. Oh well. It was usually Xalus' job to keep his colleagues alive and well when the dung hit the fan, so he'd make sure he did a good job of it. "I'll keep 'er outta trouble and whatnot."

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"], [member="Lenix Ornil"], [member="Jen"]

 

[Jace Beleren]

Jace was already on his ship in the hanger of one of the front-most cruisers. He had just finished getting it repaired from the last skirmish with the Suns. A piece of shrak merc with a mask had shot it down with 4 rockets, and although two were destroyed before impact, the others had taken out large portions of the ship. It wound up costing him a pretty penny, but he was also able to fit it with new engines, and although not the fastest thing in the galaxy, he definitely would be early to the party... well maybe not to early, he thought to himself, the ones at the front are usually the ones shot down first. He would enter in the back of the first wave down, ensuring he would at least make it to the ground.

Jace then turned on the radio and switched it to some calming Smooth Jazz. He then started his systems check, and found that everything was in order as it should be. He decided to wear the usual today, never failed him, never will, he thought. The black armor had taken more than it's share of blaster fire and it was still in decent shape, he also brought his black cloak, nothing special about it besides a very small resistance to explosions, if a stray grenade came his way, at least he would be Bantha Fodder. He did a final check on his lightsabers, which were also in prime condition, and with that he was confident, he went into meditation to prepare him for the coming fight, after all, he would be one of the first into the fight, having an unprepared mind would be the death of him.

 

[Avenix Wulfsorrow]

Sebastion was waiting in the main hangar. Hw was to go in one of the pods that was to be launched at the enemy ships, and be part of the Raven Vanguard that went into the ship to rescue Cryax and Colap and get them back safely to their own ship. Sebastion was doing one final weapons check and waiting to see if anyone one he knew was going to show up and help him. His swords were sharp, his guns loaded, and his knives secure. Sebastion put on his armour and helmet and leaned back looking out at the rest of the fleet. He noticed a few familiar ships, but not too many. Sebastion hoped that this would be a quick smash and grab, and that they would leave as soon as they got there. He also kind of felt responsible for this, Sebastion was there to watch Colap being captured and was probably somehow responsible for Cryax. But oh well, nothing he could do for them then, he's here now.

[member=Xalus] [member=Cambry Owens] [member=Jen] [member=Darren Shaw] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Tahl Edrel"] [member="Arianna Maneria"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Daxton Bane"] [member="Lenix Ornil"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]