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Woe to the Vanquished [Red Ravens vs Black Suns]

Flora heard the something go bang, she head out in a rush the prison had been attacked. She called her men to get her ship in the sky, she may actually have to board it later. She got what pirates were on the ground, to reinforcing the prison. The situation was tense to say the least, she kept herself in cover. Though she looked around for a shuttle just incase. She hoped other suns would be joining soon.
 
Tahl prepared to go down to the prison with the strike team~ whether they wanted him to or not he had to go, as he had a reason he was very late to the party...

the previous few days had been spent sneaking his R4 unit onto a Black Sun-destined cargo vessel for resupply, and now he had to go get him back.

Meanwhile said R4 unit made his way to the Prison block, though a droid he'd still have been searched and scanned if found, so he'd blended in well~ blooping and buzzing his business as cell maintenance before setting off down the prison block.

The droid had spliced into the system downstairs before and located the two Ravens, driving past Colap's cell and bumping into the guard on purpose as he yelled at the Raven.

"Oi! Stupid little droid!" the guard broke his conversation and gave him a kick to which the R4 blooped apologetic~ his lower panels opened up and dropped a wrapped up brown package in the commotion- wrapped in paper to silence the clatter, containing a short barrel Relby-K23 blaster and the Raven insignia on the paper before making his way towards the end of the hall right around the time the prison shook with an explosion...

[member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
 
[member="Tahl Edrel"] [member="Cryax Bane"]
Location: Prison
Objective:MAKE THINGS FUBAR!


Colap saw the droid drop the package and his eyes went straight to it. The guard heard the clatter and turned to to see the emblem. He paused for a second and Colap took full advantage of that second.

"Oy Cryax, I think this guys losing a fist fight to an astronomech down here!"

This made the guard really mad and he turned to face Colap running right up to the bars and kicking them in fury, forgetting about the blaster. More guards above no doubt heard the commotion and were on their way down here. Colap had to act fast.

"C'mon ugly, that the best you got? Your mom shoulda sw- well you know the rest!"

The rage clear on his face the guard reached through the bars to grab Colap.


Which was exactly as he wanted...

His quick hands snatched the guards arm as he sidestepped and the shiv came out right into the mans jugular as he was pulled in close. He screamed a scream so loud, they would probably hear him in orbit and Colap could hear boots thundering down the stairs. The shiv twisted and blood sprayed across his face an tunic, painting him like a demonic god in the dim light.

His free hand snatched the keys and he tossed the guard back, unlocking the door and stepping out to retrieve the blaster.

"Now that's more like it!"

He levelled the blaster at the guards head and smiled as he writhed on the floor.

"Told you it was unlikely."

Then pulled the trigger.
 

Cambry Owens

A Pseudo-Mandolorian. Sort of.
With brisk steps, Cambry made his way down the hallways and into the prison sector, with plenty of other guards who seemed near-panicking. Entering a control room, he synced his datapad with the prison record, and began to scan it for the names of the subjects for this particular enterprise. He found them after a brief moment, and disconnected his pad.
The prison block he was in, DR-33IA, was a cramped, outdated, dungeon like environment, now lit with droning red lights and filled with the occasional spray of decontamination vapor. And this krifpit is where he'd find the two.

Guard presence was minimal, this was practically a back corner of the jail, and there were more exciting things going on. The one guard that was milling about gave Cambry nothing more than a brief glance - both of them were wearing guard uniforms, including helmets - and so once he turned his back, he started spazzing out as Cambry tore his helmet from his head. His complaints ended a moment later, when his bare head was impacted by the heavy buttstock of Cambry's stun rifle, knocking the man flat unconscious. Coming down the stairs and looking up, Cambry witnessed another guard get shivved, and then shot violently. Hopefully that was one of his that just broke out.
Cambry began to hurry their way before he lifted his helmet up to expose his mussed face. Hopefully that would slow their likelihood of shooting him. His knocking out the guard might've helped as well.
"I'm Cambry Owens, I'm here to rescue you." He paused, glancing at the dead man and adding dryly, "Not that you need it."
A yell came from down another hall.
[member="Cryax Bane"] // [member="Colap Ticon"]​
 
R4 T10's secret concealed DL-44 popped from his head flap and took out a guard calling for help~ the astromech no stranger to taking out enemies being with a bounty hunter after all. He rolled over to Cryax's cell and sliced into the door controls to release him, the door sliding open and R4 giving a proud and smug bloop and whirr to the pair of Ravens and their other rescuer
 
A fully automatic slug thrower, a heavy leather jacket with a gray cotton longsleeve shirt, and two Westar-34s on his thighs. No armor. No helmet. No crushgaunts. He had a small folding knife, but nothing substantial. The Red Ravens hired him. He was just another faceless merc, though. Nobody special. As far as the Ravens were concerned, he was a dark skinned drifter with a nice gun. He looked around at the various jackasses hired, and cared little if they lived or died. None of them mattered, he in fact did not know their names. He gave them a false name, something that started with an H.


He closed his eyes, wishing for the fight to start sooner rather than later. His anticipation came off his darker skin in droves.


How he craved violence and death. Someone, some nasty person, would want to fight. And Preliat would give it to them.
 
The vantage point from the Chiss slicer's cell, didn't offer him a good view of what was happening, but he knew something was happening because sounds of chaos filled the air. An explosion had rocked the building and in an instant Cryax thought he was done for. A second later he realized that the explosion wasn't imminently close to his cell. He heard the sound of hurried footsteps of the prison guards running towards whatever catastrophe had just taken place.

Then, he heard Colap's gravelly voice saying something about fist-fighting with an Astromech. Sounds of a scuffle. He stood at the bars craning his neck. In the corner of his field of vision he saw Ticon just gutting a man like a pig. Then, his Raven brother was firing a blaster. Cryax's adrenaline started pumping. They were getting jailbroken!

Suddenly he heard a whirring sound near his cell. An R4 unit was bleeping excitedly at him, but it might as well have been the sound of angels singing. The slicer droid hacked into the security controls, and Cryax's cell door lifted with a hiss.

Cryax limped out of his cell and patted the R4 unit on the head gratefully, grabbing the heavy blaster pistol the droid had dropped, knowing the fight of his life was about to begin.

[member="Tahl Edrel"] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Colap Ticon"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Xalus"]
 
Lysle moved through the crowd, soon finding himself in the corridors thick with bodies as they ebb and flowed to shuttles and freighters, gunships and starfighters. Very few actually belonging to the Red Ravens, all individually owned. Apart from the heavy cruisers that were carving a path across space, closing in on Kessel, the much smaller ships were as different as they were many. He turned right, left, down twenty meters and took a turbolift to the crew quarters. Walking into his personal room he found a duffel bag with its contents sprawled across the bed.

He turned his back and moved towards a locker, opening it up revealed a TJR-01 recon. He pulled out the suit with his two hands gripping into the folds of it. Dragging it to the bed, he began to assemble the pieces. The feet were first, placing plating over his heels and around his calves, then thighs. He slowly worked his way until nothing remained left but his helmet. He clicked a SIW Submachine Gun, supplied by Subach-Innes, onto a weapons harness, then a MMSW-70 PPDW.

A call came down from the command centre, the shields went down after an explosion had tore through its reactor. Cambry had done it. Perfect. Everything was coming into plan. They needed to get in and out, and fast. The alarms were raised now, and no doubt the fleet monitoring the Maw would be coming for them. The officers on deck knew how to deal with them, pirates, sure some of them hadn't experienced commandeering a ship this big, but they knew how to play rough and dirty. Not to mention, they were cheap.

Lysle took off back into the corridors, the crowd thinning as they drained into the launch bays and shot out from the ship. A shuttle would be awaiting him, and whoever else wanted to accompany him. He wound his way of which he had come, his footsteps audibly louder, joining the thick footsteps of many dozen others. The weapons jostled across his chest, he moved to his right to let an angry Wookiee roll down the hallway. Then he was back in the hellish green glow of the launch bay, the crowd almost vanished with their ships, too. Lysle beelined through the crowd for his shuttle.


[member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"] [member="Mr. Ash"] [member="Jace Beleren"] [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="Julian Solo"] [member="Flora Burn"] [member="Preliat Mantis"]
 
Sebastion saw Lysle heading towards his shuttle and he ran over to join him."So Lysle your headed down with me? From what I've heard the fighting has already started, hope they left some for me... and you of course."Sebastion walked with Lysle until he had reached the ship, he then leaned on the entrance ramp waiting for anyone else who would be joining them.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
 
Another rip was torn into real space as Ice aboard his ship with [member="Saki lin"] came to the aid of the Red Ravens. A smile worked its way onto his face. "Good." He said to Saki. "We haven't missed the fight. Looks like they are about ready to deploy though. Get our fighters out there to support their drop ships. I'll let them know we're here and more reinforcements are coming within seconds." He then let Saki take over. She had proven to be rather exceptional at carrying out his orders to the letter. He knew he could count on her, while he attended to some cyber warefare tricks. "Lysle." Came the confident voice of Ice. "The Valhallan Federation is here to support. Our ships will be moving up alongside yours in a few seconds. I am dispatching a few fighters to help escort your drop ships. Anything in particular you'd like us to target. Or just bring our men in to fight alongside yours?"

While he waited for the orders from his employers, he got to work scanning for anything he might be able to tap into. If he could worm his way into the penal colonies systems. He might be able to make moving through the facility that much easier for their men.

[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] | [member="RC 212"]
 
[member="Ice"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] [member="Meanken"] @Sy' Q.Lant [member="Asteria Starcatcher"] [member="Cross Ikon"] [member="Cyrus Falcor"]

RC's Vessels:
ThorHammer- Interceptor Class Corvette
ArcHammer- Maruader Class Corvette

RC stood upon the Bridge of ArcHammer as she sailed into realtime. Space opened up with a rift that blinded the stars. The vanguard had come, the carnage was nigh.

As the small fleet of Valhalla ships entered space RC was already scanning the area of the stars. Cybernetic eyes glowed green along with his armor. He was a cyborg now and his mind was that of an A.I. But he still remembered Domino. She had beat him, imprisoned him and forced him to suffer for his crimes.

Her time of atonement was near.

"Open a commlink to the fleet."

"Aye sir."

RC's image appeared across the NVF channels in this sector of the Galaxy.

"Valhallas we have a job to do. The infamous Black sun has crossed the Ravens. Our time is nigh warriors, all hands to stations!"

They were about to get a fat paycheck in the millions for this job. RC roared orders across the bridge as they rolled into the system.

"Shields to full, prep weapons for a firing solution. Set us alongside Ice's ship. Set the Dreadhammer to his opposite flank. Ready the Droid Tie fighters!"

The small two ship fleet went into high alert as the klaxons blared across the ship. Red lights flashed mixing with RC's eerie green glow.

"Bring all Mercenary elements on station. I want them prepped for launch planetside in less than ten!"
 
[member=RC 212]

Chaff walked onto the bridge less then a minute after he got the message to show up. He didn't need to waste time prepping for launch. He was always ready for battle.

"Alright boss, whats the job, and where ya need me?"
 
While others were still making their way to shuttles, Daxton hitched a ride down with one of the front liners. The Ride was fast and bumpy before,coming to an abrupt halt on the planet surface, just the way he liked it. As the shuttle doors opened, a spray of blaster fire from the defenders took out the man on his right.

Reaching out with the force, he engulfed the enemy position with his force tentacles, ripping and tearing them limb from limb as they screamed in terror.

Chambering his rifle, he said to his companions. "Look alive ladies. We don't have all night do we?"

[member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Cryax Bane"] [member="Cambry Owens"] [member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"] [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
 
She bowed smiling as they came out and she was given orders to deploy some fighters out"yes captain [member="Ice"] *sge said and turned to the comm "OK boys saddle up and get on out I want you escorting those drop ships Down to the ground all the way AMD clear out any opposition in front of the drop ship now move" at her last word they were out and flying since it was six ships the grouped up two in front and both sides"ahhh beautiful view
 
Well Eldoc was going to fight for one side but then somehow he ended up being offered more to be on the otherside, and as much as he wanted to honor the group he joined.. he couldn't turn down more credits. So here he was waiting in the courtyard in front of the entrance, leaning against a wall with his flask at his mouth. When would this boring fight get started he thought. He didn't join jobs to be paid to stand around. The fight so better happen he thought. His armor ugly and patched up all over, he really needed to get a new set but he was rather fond of this armor even if it was now hardly recognizable. He had sent a msg to his apprentice but he hadn't seen her in so long he doubted she would even want to talk to him after he sort of abandoned her.
 
Having to cheek her own personal message a few times to make sure that it was her Master Eldoc she had thought him to be lost to the force. Forever out of her own life but her old drinking bud. Did they have some fun drinks at different bars. After all it was him that got her to carrying her own flask in her pocket. Today was a bit different as she had her old ASA armor on it had been such a long time since she had put armor on to cover her body. Instead of her business type suits that seem to take up most of her cloest space now days.

Over her shoulder was her personal snipping rifle with some very nasty slugs that could do much damage to her choosing. Getting a smirk on her own face seeing as if she could spot that flask any where. Finding herself unable to do much more. After all she did have a contract for the Black Suns to by her meats from her company.

Any how she found herself once again coming beside her master side. "Are you a sight for sore eyes, sweet pea.", as she let her boots make what nose that boots make. "So I hear your in need of my black beauty are you.", she didn't ask all the details figured that [member="Eldoc Quasat"] would feel her in on the rest when they came face to face like they where now.
 
The original job that she had been given was to fight the bouncers and minions as a distraction so the Ravens could free their comrades. She knew she ought to follow the plan but there was a part of her which wished to be the one to free them. What counted was that she was here helping in whatever capacity she was needed.

This operation wasn't as organized as the Manalorians but that didn't surprise her much. If they need her they could reach her via comm link. They knew she was here and if she could link up with someone she would.

She wasn't going to be staying on this ship for the impending space battle. That wasn't her sort of thing and Ana had never been that good at flying so instead she had gone ahead with others.

Once there she would locate where the prisoners were being held and find a way to safely get them out without first blowing everything up.

"No, we don't have all night. The sooner we get them the better. I don't want the enemy using them as bait or worse killing them before us getting there."

She hated to be so morbid but Ana had to look at this from all view points even if it was painful to think of.


[member="Cryax Bane"][member="Preliat Mantis"][member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"][member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"][member="Daxton Bane"]
 
Tahl made his way to the shuttle with his equipment in check, everything loaded and sharpened and his armour secured in place, ready for battle and ready to rescue their brethren.

Oh, and killing as many Black Suns as possible wasn't a bad idea on the side!

Meanwhile back in the damaged prison, the little droid splices into the wall-terminal and splices his way past the firewalls to the communications tower~ broadcasting their location to the Raven's home-ship and relaying they'd broken out~ however someone had evidently spotted the anomaly and the droid received a sharp electric shock through the socket- withdrawing~ head spinning and smoking slightly!
 
Isaac pat himself from his legs to his chest, assuring he wasn't forgetting anything from his gear load out. He had brought along two sets of plastic explosives for security door breaches, two concussion grenades, and he toted a compact sub machine gun. No need for anything dramatic. In his left hand he gripped an oxygen mask apparatus, something which would be me necessary to function at optimal ability on the small planet.

He made his way through the group of Ravens and the operation auxiliaries and found Lysle and Sebastion at the entrance of one of the landing shuttles. Isaac greeted them with a nod and spoke up: "Alright gents, let's not make a mess of this. I'm not worried about either of you, but if we make this quick it'll mean less time for others to screw up." He planned to go down with the duo, and awaited specific ops briefing from Lysle.

[member="Sebastion Wulfsorrow"]
[member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"]
 
Melkor's ships jumped out of hyper space. He had two ships full of battle droids at his command. Hardly the full strength of The Nexus but that air was to polluted to risk his live forces. He was standing behind the pilots chair in full battle attire. He was wearing a simple leather vest over his chainmail undercoat. His heart beat was steady as he strapped on his his STHC's, followed by his bow. He reached into his pack for his lightsaber, his red skinned hands grasping the leather bound hilt of the saberstaff, and attaching it to his hip.

His voice came through the com to his leader [member="Lysle of the Hydian Way"] "Lysle The Nexus forces are standing by waiting for your orders to land." Switching frequencies he said "Tactical droids ready your troops, and have the crew ready my tank!!" He was ready to land his dropships on command and his spirit was ready for battle. He had not been in a fight on this size since Empress Teta, and he was ready to get back into the fray.
 

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