Wrath of the Machine | CIS Dominion of Enos (X-43)

[Curupira Hawk]

Location: On the ground, not too far Slave Ship
Wearing: This
Weapons: Pistol, Lightsaber
Post: Two

Should the lion say his grace?​

Curupira had never been much of a fan of lightsabers but hand her a nailgun and wait and see what she could do with it. She remembered her lessons though. Fire your slugthrower, aim your lightsaber. Even before that, distant memories carried in her mind as she'd made attempts to carry the heavy Force Swords in her training on Dathomir, unable to hold something so happy when she was still uneven on her feet. Training swords were light though, enough for her to carry, enough for her to dance the dance all the Witches wanted. No, it was Seth though who had taught her the most.

The fact was, Ruu remembered everything even when she didn't want to. Even when she wanted to forget.

Your gift was always survival, the voice annoyed as her hands rose, holding the lit hilt, waiting for the droid. "Shut up," she demanded of the voice, unaware of her lips even moving or a voice coming out. She grew angry with the voices, striking against the droid. One strike, one turn, one stab. And again, Curupira watched as power... as life left the mechanical being.

Blaster fire erupted, droids perishing rapidly. She turned and watched, seeing the actions came from [member="Darth Metus"]. Long time since she had fought alongside the Sith. He wasn't a Sith then though. Curupira hadn't seen it immediately but the change was evident once she looked at him again. He wasn't the friend they left behind. Then again, none of this was what they had left behind. She had heard the scrambled stories, parts of facts, incomplete tales. This was not the present she should have been living. Her child from the future blamed herself for what had happened. For the old collapsing, for the new emerging. Even what Katrine had told her about Uncle Isley no longer matched the man who was calling out now.

Curupira ran. She could feel it though. The anger. She hadn't been angry in so long. She had been sad, she had been lost, she had tried to silence the voices all by herself. Now though, she felt it. The woman grew tired with the voices. They were never happy, they were never kind. They served only to bring her down. Right now, in the moments when she had swung her blade, she couldn't stand them. She wanted to kill them. She would destroy machines as a substitute.

The hurricane knows to step aside when it hits the coast​

The path ahead was bumpy, delicate, easily able to bury them. If she died today, she wouldn't have had to face her truths. If she died here today, however, she wouldn't have become a Mother either, she wouldn't see her mate again, she would just be... gone. Curupira refused. With a resolve as she broke into a run, jumping high over the first obstacle and giving herself a bust through the Force. It made her jump a little bumpier, her connection to the Force still a bit damaged. It used to respond to her the same way she inhaled a breathe but it had been several years now that it didn't, it had decreased, weakened and Curupira, for the first time in her life, had to realize how to reuse it. She was better now, with the training she was going through but sometimes, she would forget, she would attempt to use it the way she used to, making her action a little bit more clumsy, making her crouch as her feet touched against the shattered glass of the buildings, feeling its sharpness against her skin.

You dreamed of peace once, and happiness, the voice attempted to poke at her again. "Chaos can't understand peace," Curupira returned as she stood and proceeded. You'd have peace if you let yourself be buried, the voice continued. "Shut up. I don't need you." She snapped, continuing to move, climbing over rubble. Golden gaze shot forward, jumping over, moving on. The voices tried but the dyed blonde fought them. She could fight them now, her Master gave her the tools to fight them, the strength to beat them. Not today though. Today, she was fighting artificial intelligence.

But I’m gonna stay alive​

[member="Srina Talon"] [member="Qymaen sil Jurai"] [member="Nysana Talon"] [member="Adron Malvern"] [member="Minerva Vessia"] [member="Mectus"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Azmodan"] [member="Derek Dib"]​

 

[BNI-Bella and BNI-Leo]

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Mass Storage Facility [Labs]​

BNI-9000 waited for [member="Mectus"] to respond but there seemed to be some sort of interference. The little creature-droid hit itself in the head a few times, but like someone trying to shake the cobwebs, but to no avail. The rabbit looked crestfallen. She had so hoped to work with the A.I. from Kassus because it would have made their work so much easier. Regardless, they had a job to do. She looked over at BNI-9001 and nodded her head with something that emulated determination. They could do this.

A few incoming ships startled the murdering moppet pair and they looked overhead. If they were human, they might have swallowed hard, as they heard the telltale voice of one General Grievous. It was gravelly with a hint of ‘robot’ that made Bella reach for Leo in an effort to hide. The androids that were currently charging the Confederacy were frightening. That was true. @Qymaen sil Jurai was simply scarier. If they had blood to curdle, instead of lubricants, they would have probably both shut down on the spot. “It’s General Death-Bot.”

The hushed whisper from Bella to Leo caused the male-attuned automaton to reach out and hold his counterpart. She was almost scared stiff. Rightly so. Leo grabbed Bella’s paw and began to pull her in the opposite direction. Everyone was distracted with android-genocide and they didn’t want to be mistaken for one of AMI’s cronies. No, thank you. They wove through CIS personnel rather effortlessly, nimbly jumping, sprinting, and using debris as a makeshift springboard. They darted through the androids that didn’t see to see them over their organic adversaries and moved around the legs of [member="Curupira Hawk"] to escape.

They knew the general route to the labs. They could do this. The cute little droids snuck around the ensuing chaos, and soon realized, that for the most part they could maneuver unimpeded. It was a sweet sense of victory when they crashed through the doors to the lab in the Mass Storage Facility. The rest of the CIS had gone about to freeing prisoners in the cells but the Mistress had given them orders to check the testing floors. Both for human scientists, and, their victims.

“This place is so sad Nine-One.”

“I know.”

They walked hand in hand through the dilapidated complex and helped each other over broken pieces of foundation and plaster. It was a terrible realization to both that people actually lived and worked in this mess. They could hear noises from one of the rooms and BNI-9001 interfaced with the door-lock to get it open. He was careful to keep AMI out. Some hoity-toity thot A.I. would never, ever, get past their firewalls. [member="Rex Taff"], their creator, had made sure of that. “Is anyone in here? We come in peace.”

Sensors showed organic life. Simply, smaller than the average human. Much smaller.

[member="Bandit Six"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #4​

Gear: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | Shroud of Desolation (Armor)​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Mathilde Brennus"] | [member="Isarn Apis"]​

• Defense Station
  In orbit above Enos

The Overlord's sword swung around in an arc, biting into the cold metal of his mechanical opponent and severing the appendage in a shower of sparks. His crimson-bladed lightsabers glided through the air, telekinetically guided by the Sith Lord, cleaving the droids in their path and deflecting their blaster fire back at them, giving Tacitus the room he needed for what he was about to do next.

Raising an arm, he mentally reached into the deepest fathoms of the Darkside and pulled the cold currents to him, gathering them, whipping them up into a frenzy. The air sizzled with the pent-up energy even as the air grew frigid and still with the deathly, unnatural cold of the Netherworld. Reaching into the veil, the Overlord tore a hole and sent his indomitable will through, finding his quarry, shackling it with the Force and dragging it back through.

With a screeching wail, a tentacled abomination popped into existence aboard the station. It was a horror from the deepest, darkest parts of the Netherworld, atrocity made flesh. Its many tentacles dripped with foul black ichor and anything they touched, was instantly disintegrated. The droids may have outnumbered the boarding party, but Tacitus had summoned a demon. And he wasn't done yet.

As the demon tore into the droids, laying waste to the station's mechanical defender, the Sith Lord's hand reached towards the dead slicers even as the cold, hateful words began to pour from his mouth. The language was harsh and spoken like a slavemaster's most cruel command and they reverberated into the Force, the sounds once more tearing into the veil, seeking the departed souls of the dead slicers and enslaving them to the Overlord's will.

With a mindless shriek, the dead rose from the ground. Soulless abominations denied their eternal rest and forced to serve the Overlord's indomitable will. Like a pack of rabid kath hounds, they charged into the ranks of enemy droids, biting, clawing, ripping the machines apart with their bare hands even as they were torn apart. They felt no pain, or fear, or any independent thought. They were naught but mindless horrors, instruments of the Sith Lord's dark will.

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[Ria Misrani]

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Another hue of blue rushed by the Echani, Nysana stabbed the halberd into another chest cavity as Srina tried to respond to her. @Curupia Hawk's arrival was heard loud and clear but the warrior was engrossed by battle. The rotating end of the halberd jabbed into another droid as her older sister finally managed to reply and all Nysana could do was acknowledge. "Yes," she wretched the ground from its roots, turning it into spears of dirt thrusting them forward into another group of droids. Yes, their mother Aeris Vail Talon was on a war path for Confederate space.

The expanse of the battlefield now covered in a myraid of various blasters and force abilities, Srina asked.

"She demanded answers, Srina. What was I to do? LIE?" Tellu answered, rather spat back, their mother knew the weaker of the two siblings present. Little Tellu the emotional one who often ratted herself out most days. Aeris could always rely on Tellu for the truth she was then as she was now. Almost incapable of lying most especially to their parents. The woman should have remained on Eshan to mourn her wife and daughter but she did not wish to mourn she wanted answers and thus came to find Srina. The halberd screamed into another souless droid.

Everything was coming together, Nysana pulled at the wind and rode its wings through as lightning surged from her finger tips. "And if I know mother, it won't be long before she arrives."

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Adron Malvern"]

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[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #5​

Gear: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | Shroud of Desolation (Armor)​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Mathilde Brennus"] | [member="Isarn Apis"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Curupira Hawk"] | [member="Darth Metus"] and all the others.​

• Defense Station
  In orbit above Enos

It was a clash of two worlds. The natural versus the supernatural. Machine versus monster. Creation against destruction. The artificial intelligence's defenses were well organized and efficient, all working in perfect synchronicity as parts of a greater whole, every move calculated and simulated, then instantly communicated across the network. Every part knew its place and did not question it, did not know fear, or hesitation, or pain. It was a defense system, the design perfected until all the flaws were ironed out. But AMI had never faced a Sith Lord before.

The master's unholy abominations tore into the droids, as mindless and obedient as the defending machines, but far more vicious. The system calculated the situation, programmed a plan and dispensed it to its drones, to be executed instantly by the machines. The Sith Lord's hand rose and with a simple gesture, the organic once more warped the very fabric of reality and shot bolts of black lightning from his taloned hand. The system tried to calculate this, but it did not compute. Instead of a plan, an error message was sent out, the droids once more reverting to their default programming.

The cycle repeated itself. The droids tried to adjust. The Sith Lord flicked his wrist and metal plating tore itself from the walls and floor. Metal plating which slammed into the droids, slamming them against the bulkheads. The system tried to compute this and once more, it failed. The Sith Lord's wrist flicked again and several droids were simply pulled apart, dismantled into their constituent components piece by piece. Lightning slammed into another droid, melting its circuitry. Another was simply flattened by the same invisible force that the system could not compute, this time wielded like a sledgehammer.

The crimson lightsabers sailed through the air again and once more, droids fell. The Sith Lord's sword rose and fell, cutting another machine apart. Despite the system's best attempts, the Sith Lord and his companions made their way to their destination, the station's reactor core. Every attempt to stop them had been trumped by supernatural things which the system was incapable of factoring into its plans.

The Sith Lord placed something in the reactor room, then spoke some words in an unknown language that the system did not recognize. The something melt itself into the reactor's heavy shielding, fusing with it, becoming one with the surrounding metal. The intruders left the reactor core and made their way back to their point of entry. A stealth ship detached from the station, so the system did what it was programmed to and began to execute the sequence which would activate the orbital defenses. And then, there was nothing.

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• Ayrtech Building
  Front Gates

An explosion lit the sky like a second sun, shining for a brief moment before the multitude of other lights began to blink out. Deprived of their controlling brain, the installations of the defense grid shut down one by one, forming an eerie pattern across the sky just as the fire of the doomed station began to fade away, leaving nothing but molten slag and warped debris in its wake, streaking through the atmosphere like a shower of shooting stars.

A single shuttle followed them in, heading for its destination at the heart of the industrial complex below. It was a sleek machine, one which did not belong to the AI, which now had no weapons to stop this new attacker with. Its sword and its shield had been stripped away and now, the one who pulled the mechanical intelligence's teeth out, landed his shuttle in front of the old Ayrtech building's gate.

 

[Cyprine Talon]

#3​

Machines were pesky, Cyprine didn't much care for the extremely advanced and malicious technology of the planet. She was just glad to have been swinging her weapon into the metal chests. It felt like home, fighting. She was a soldier who missed the battlefield, a soldier who now spent more time training than fighting. What was beyond Eshan was not home. It was only her siblings that made her exile easier. Made it easier for her to comprehend that in a single foolish act of love for her family and an irrational anger that came along with it, she had destroyed her entire future. It was meant to be in her Mother's footsteps, in the years yet to come. There was still time in which she could be soldier and then she wasn't, not any more.

Still, today was a day of action, a day in which her weapon had use.

Cyprine had remained close to her sisters. Not of fear but of habit and trust. Only an Echani soldier fought as an Echani soldier did. They were familiar with each other's methods and actions. Even if [member="Srina Talon"] seemed to have gone beyond in her time away fro Eshan. She had changed, in some way, the Force training making changes to her way. Prin could still recognize the warrior inside her despite it.

There was a slip though, the droid knocking her off her feet in the words heard. she's not pleased, and may be on her way here as we speak, Tellu had said, causing her to lose her balance. In the capacility the Echani could love, Cyprine loved her Mother. Respected her, admired her, lived for her approval and wanted nothing more but to follow in her footsteps. That didn't change the fact that Aeris was the scariest woman in the galaxy. No Sith rivaled her. No droid came close. Not even her sworn enemy could envoke this behavior, causing a lapse in judgment. She battled on the ground with the attacker, its strength greater than her own, causing her to envoke the Force she normally didn't in battle. Pushing strength into her hands and feet as she adjusted, she pushed the droid upward. The machine gave a look that could resemble surprise before her double-blade turned, greeting its chest, ending it.

Her sisters engaged in conversation as she scrapped herself to her feet. She demanded answers, Srina. What was I to do? LIE? The words came clearly as she moved closer to the two, waving her hand and summoning the Force to her she had already tapped into the throw the incoming droid away. "Force forbid, Tellu," Cyprine responded to [member="Nysana Talon"] before Srina would be able to. Of course, she could not. Mother knew who to call, who to demand answers form. It wasn't Cyprine, it wasn't Srina. It wasn't even Var. It was Tellu. Because a Mother knew her children, knew their strengths and weaknesses the way no other could ever know. She knew Prin could never deny a direct order but she would fight with like a stubborn child to not hear that direct order. It was why when Prin communicated with their Mother, it was short. Recorded or written messages. It was always safer that way.

Tellu was different. Enough that the next words out of her mouth was that it wouldn't be long before Mother arrived. Of course.

A path was cleared for them and suddenly, there was no time for the discussion. "We'll finish this," Cyprine promised before she heade forward with the rest, running along the rest to their destination. The distraction had settled though. Mother was coming, there was no doubt in her mind.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Adron Malvern"]​

Spoiler

Wearing a Variation of, in colors similar to Nysana's; carrying a double-brand. Don't ask, this was rushed.

 

[Adron Malvern]

After Darth Metus cleared the path, Adron strode in front of him, taking the lead. His violet lightsaber left an eerie hue over him as his eyes were locked on the main Ayrtech building. While they moved, Adron glanced down to his shoulder. He had felt the renegade droid’s mining torch scorch his shoulder, it had been a superficial wound. The burnt skin looked worse than it felt, nothing a brief bacta patch could not fix.

He made his way to the main entrance to the Ayrtech building and immediately let out a low curse.

The doors and windows were barricaded and reinforced. Not something that could be removed in a timely manner, which was something they could not forgo. Rather than focus on the sealed doors, his eyes took to the building’s rooftop. Of course his attention was stolen when a blaster bolt slammed against the side of the building, only a few inches from Adron’s head. He reeled back, almost immediately finding the source of the blaster fire. On a nearby building, a few of the droids were sending rather accurate shots down to the assault team.

Pulling a second lightsaber from his waist, Adron activated the weapon. A soft snap-hiss echoing as he stepped forward. His blades would come in contact with the droid’s blaster bolts. The bolts would fly back in the droid’s general areas, but they were too far for Adron to actually strike them. He would raise his voice, calling out to the others.

“Get up the wall!” He yelled, turning his attention back to the droids.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Srina Talon"] [member="Darth Tacitus"]

 

[Kainan Wolfe]

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Post #6​

Gear: Wither (Sith Sword) | The Triad (Lightsabers) | Shrouded Blade (Lightsaber) | Shroud of Desolation (Armor)​

Attn: [member="Amethyst Atreides"] | [member="Mathilde Brennus"] | [member="Isarn Apis"] | [member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Curupira Hawk"] | [member="Darth Metus"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] and all the others.​

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• Ayrtech Building
  Front Gates

The Overlord exited the shuttle only to see the rest of the ground team being assaulted by sniper droids. He didn't have time to greet anyone, or discuss the situation, as something had to be done quickly. So he sent his undead minions to shield the assault party with their own bodies, while he had the tentacled demon slither across the open ground and begin to climb the building from which the droids were firing.

Eyes fixed on the droids, Tacitus smirked. He could tell that the AI in charge of this place had very little actual combat experience. If it had any, it would know that posting snipers on rooftops is actually a very bad idea, one only done in holovids, because it left them exposed. The proper way to deploy the snipers would have been inside the building itself, firing out of windows while staying in cover.

Reaching out through the Force, he sent it down into the ground, seeping into the pavement tiles, letting it envelop them in a vice-like embrace. While the demon slithered up the side of the building, he would keep the snipers occupied, perhaps even destroying a few. With a flick of his wrist, multiple tiles ripped themselves out of the ground, soaring across the sky at breakneck speeds. His control did not extend to that distance, but it did not have to. It was just a matter of calculating the right ballistic trajectory for the makeshift projectiles.

The first salvo of projectiles rained down on the droids. Most of the tiles fell wide of their marks, but it was enough to attract the droids' attention. He launched a second volley, then swiftly dodged the return fire, taking cover behind the shuttle. The second salvo was more accurate, inflicting some damage on the machines. Repeating the process a third time, the Overlord emerged from behind his cover, launching another salvo of tiles even as his three crimson lightsabers deflected the droids' fire back at them.

The tiles soared and hit their marks, causing more damage. Then, the demon reached the top. With a horrible, gleeful scream, the abomination tore into the machines, tentacles reaching out and whipping the droids about like ragdolls. One was grabbed and used as an impromptu club. Before long, all that was left on the rooftop, besides the demon, were broken droid parts and spilled oil.

 

[Darth Metus]

Haven was not [member="Nysana Talon"].

He was not the Force of Nature that could silently carve a path through an enemy. His form was not as viciously honed - but his strikes did strike true. The quarterstaff whirled and whipped within his hands, battering down the Droids which marched against him. But...he wasn't perfect. His staff could not spin fast enough to deflect the bolts which rained against him. With every victory, his flesh was singed as their assault burned through his fabric. Haven dropped to a knee only once, but pushed on despite the agony.

And when he breached the Processing Facility, he found bleak eyes staring back. The Smuggler leaned upon his quarterstaff for support as he trudged forward, eyeing those who now stepped back from the intruder. They had been...broken. Shattered. Beaten into submission. They saw obedience as an alternative to the suffering that came with freedom. But that wouldn't do. It couldn't do.

Haven was not [member="Srina Talon"].

He did not have the capacity to articulate his thoughts in a dazzling manner. Though educated, he never navigated political landmines. Never recruited, never swayed, never did anything that required charisma to this degree. But damn it if he didn't try. With slow steps, he drew closer, raising his offhand to show that he was not a threat. "Listen to me, all of you." he began. With his voice strained from the agony and roars of battle, the Smuggler...plead for the people to move. He motioned to the doors, motioned to the skies alive with the lights of battle, and told the tale of freedom that the Confederacy offered.

But they did not budge. Not a single soul stepped forward. Not a single soul burned with a desire to rule themselves.

Haven was the son of [member="Darth Metus"]. He was as stubborn as a Rancor - and seeing their refusal to move, his voice bled with vigor. He didn't ask, but demanded that they move. He challenged them, attempting to squeeze any nerve left within their hearts. If freedom couldn't motivate them, what about Anger? What about a desire to have Revenge on the ones who had caged them? By now, his voice was raised - he shouted above the noise of explosions and droids fighting against Freedom. He shouted for the people to LIVE.

BZZT!!​

The sound reached his ears long before the sensation. It began as ice at the base of his spine, before erupting through his core. White-hot energy ripped into his being, exploding clean through his stomach. Haven crumbled - his speech ending with a gasp. His passion became gurgled words. His vision immediately began to darken.

Haven was not any of those who had molded his life. From the Echani who raised him to the sire who trained him, the Smuggler yet carved a different path. A different identity. And in this, he was unique. In this, he refused to fail. Even as his limbs began to go cold, his fingertips curled into a fist. A silent plea rose through the ether - an outcry to the Force itself. A plea to take what little strength he had to offer. He managed to raise his face from the ground...his gaze met that of a little girl. The darkness was too much, he couldn't even make out the details of her face.

But still, he tried.

"F-Fight." he wheezed. "Be fre..."

And though his head slumped back upon the ground, the spark was lit. The little girl found her eyes stinging as she remembered a sibling lost. A mother lost. She reached up and tugged at the hand of her father, pointing at the few droids which approached. "Papa. They took Mama."

The spark danced upon the kindling. Heat began to rise and spread. Memories of suffering, memories of the lost, memories of what they had done inspired them to move. A cry of anger filled the Facility - the meek became the strong. They rushed the droids, grabbing, tearing, and prying them apart. Others worked to free their people as best they could. Even fewer poured out from the facility's doors to flag down Confederate ships frantically.

And the little girl, the one who began it all, knelt before Haven.

She placed her tiny hand in his.

 

[Srina Talon]

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Ayrtech Building - Control Room​

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A white light, burning, and bright lit up the sky. Srina didn’t know what it was but prayed it was the planetary laser grid going down.

Srina Talon was a woman of many talents, though, pretending to be made of ice and snow was likely her greatest strength. Nothing moved her. She could look into the eyes of a demon without flinching, without recoiling in fear, and would gladly dispose of anyone that got in her way. Her fears were well hidden, buried, beneath years of stringent training and nearly crippling emotional suppression. Yet, hearing that their MOTHER was on a warpath, had her on edge. Her jaw set tight as she fed droids to General Grievous ([member="Qymaen sil Jurai"]), both to be efficient, and to deal with her latent exasperation.

It wasn’t Tellu’s fault. Not really. [member="Nysana Talon"] couldn’t lie to save her life and everyone knew it.

[member="Cyprine Talon"] also seemed to share her sentiments, dispatching droids efficiently, despite suffering a small break in focus. It was a mistake, certainly, but entirely forgivable when Nysana had chosen now to tell them that Aeris Talon was on her way. Without Father to temper her, to soften her, Srina wondered if any of them would come out alive. Srina had left Eshan at the behest of their parents. It had been their will, their plan, until Dalantus Eagon could be dealt with. Now, not one, but FOUR of her children were halfway around the verse working for a nation of droids.

Aeris would have her head for not sending Nysana, Var, and Cyprine promptly home. She was sure of it.

Srina reloaded her disruptor and spun into one of the androids that tried to stop them, deliberately, unloading all six shots in its chest. It went down fast, hard, and didn’t have a chance. The eldest Talon present was fast. Blindingly fast, whether it was from the Force, or general training, no one was really sure. She’d simply always been that way. A white wolf on the wind.

“We’ll need to be prepared. As soon as we get off this rock I will alert the Confederacy that Mother is inbound so we can have ample notice. I also don’t want anyone getting in her way as we all know that would result in an unmitigated disaster. I should be able to get her transponder codes from a friend in Echani Command.”, she spoke as they ran, breaking only to breathe, but still seeming every bit the wintry Echani that most knew. She would remain as such until her mother arrived and long after she left. There was no compromise with Aeris Talon. She would expect perfection and Srina never failed to deliver.

Nysana confirmed everything and Srina drew a deep breath, refusing, to reiterate what Cyprine had already said. Telly didn’t need to hear it from both of them. Still. Chit. Chit. Were it not for the fact that they now had a veritable wall to defend and climb she might have stopped right there for the details. No matter her personal feelings, however, the mission required completion. The words from [member="Adron Malvern"] spurned her forward and as they scaled their way up the Ayrtech Building she was grateful for the support that [member="Darth Tacitus"] provided. It was a relief that he was here, though, his methods had caused her to glance twice.

If Tacitus was on the ground, that meant, that the grid had been destroyed. CIS ships would sweep in with reinforcements and begin extracting the victims. That left them entirely free, to rid themselves of AMI, once and for all. The Ion Bomb had a decent blast radius but their own tech was mostly shielded, or, they would remain out of range. Srina had used an ascension cable, as well as her own force abilities, to remain stable while occasionally stopping to destroy a few more androids.

They were relentless. The closer they got to AMI the more there seemed to be.

They fought through a mezzanine and into a large command center or control room. She didn’t know what the area used to be, but now, there was a feminine machine body, trapped to a circular central hub. Srina wasn’t technical enough to understand it. But, she could see, that it couldn’t move. It was part of the system. Networked through everything, the walls, the floor and even the cables that threaded through the ground outside. AMI was everywhere.

“Stop. You are reducing productivity by 40%. You an error. A malignant string of code. You must be purged.”​

Srina had not seen the mouth of AMI move but she could HEAR her speaking. Spouting off statistics and all manner of robotic threats. The white-haired Echani frowned among the dim light of computer screens and kept glancing behind her for more androids. There would be more. Soon. Silver eyes turned to [member="Darth Metus"]. It was time to end this.

“Plant the bomb, Master. Destroy this aberration and return all of us home.”

 

[Cezar Alexandrescu]

Objective: Rally the People and Rest In Peace Haven
Location: Leaving the Stolen Slave Ship
Armor: Project GARUDA | Obsidian-type Strike Armor (Look)
Weapons: Purple Lightsabers and Mini-Gamorrean Axe
Tags: [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Derek Dib"], [member="Minerva Vessia"], [member="Adron Malvern"], [member=Azmodan], [member="Srina Talon"], [member="Cezar Alexandrescu"], [member=Haven], [member=Jorge], [member="Bandit Six"], [member="Darth Tacitus"], [member="Amethyst Atreides"],[member="Mathilde Brennus"]
Post Count: Four

Two went in, Cezar and Haven were handling what was left in the storage facility. However, they had to part ways. While Haven did his things, Cezar was more focus on getting the droids that were playing guards. It was what she liked to do. Got some of the anger out of her system, she was not evil like some there were assisting.

Her focus was on stopping more of the enemy from harming the people than her own team. The workforce needed to see them being strong against the droids that enslaved them. Getting to control booths, each one having security access to sections of the mass storage facility. She worked on disabling them. At first was more with punching in codes; however, it came down to smashing everything and feeding the electrical flow back on itself to short doors and collars that were one some.

People that she crossed while handling the security. She did tell them they were free and ships were waiting for them. They could have a chance to choose what they wanted to do now. There was no more fear about a life of enslavement. Cezar even at times shared her story of her life as a slave, and how she rose above it. It was her want of inspiring and moving the people the heck out of there.

Cezar knew there were people with ships here and there was activity elsewhere, so droid counts were whatever they had killed on the way in and in the facility. She was going to run back to check on Haven. There was no need for cries of anger further in the facility came about. Rushing in, the knight was witness to the masses there attacking the droids that were dumb enough to show up.

It took a good minute for the people to clear out and join those that she ordered out. Then she saw Haven and little girl. Going over to them, she looked down and froze for the moment. Her mind rushed back to Dathomir. The training and rules of the battlefield had been drilled into her. The sabers that she held were deactivated and placed back on her belt. The ax that she had was pulled out. The Clan ordered that all that fell because of injury and were male had to be put down. The rules were beaten in. It took a few minutes to snap out of it and focus on the girl.

Taking her hood down, then the helm came off. Cezar did not want to scare the girl any more than she had. Talking to her, her hair was played with, and the knight walked the girl out. A hand off was done from Cezar to the father. She returned to Haven. The urge was too strong to resist. Years of it being drilled in her head. The ax easily found its mark on the lower neck and upper back. The blade of the weapon went into the spine to cut it clean, but it was not enough to remove the head. It was only separating mind from body.

Cezar did not know if Haven felt it or not. The old ways won over her, and now she had to deal with the body. Like in battle, she put her helm back on, and the ax was put back in its holster. Grabbing a leg, she looped her arms around and began to drag him back to the pickup point. This was every Dathomir battle all over again for her. All those men forced like to be fodder for the clan. They were reminded how worthless they were because of their fallen comrades.

Some smuggler ships were arriving for the freed people, and there she was a body that helped them.

 

[Malok]

C O N C L U S I O N​

Plant the bomb, Master. Destroy this aberration and return all of us home.

The alabaster woman did not have to tell her Master twice. Having braved the mechanical mouth of Hell, they had only a few precious moments before the worst of AMI was upon them once more. Yet, as the sulfuric gaze of the Sith fell upon the rampant deity one final time, a note was written in the back of his mind. A reminder...to explore. For so long, he had spent decades honing and practicing the craft of Alchemy to uplift himself - but technology lowered Enos to the dirt.

Perhaps the Knights Obsidian were onto something with their praise of technology.

But, there would be time aplenty to push the limits of his ambition. In the present, the Sith raised his dominant hand to oppose the "logic" spewed by the Rampant One. Emerald fire danced upon his flesh whilst Paecian lyrics slithered from his lips. In but mere seconds, a savage thud filled the heart of the complex - for the Ion Bomb had been deposited before AMI's "feet." Darth Metus did not know if the being before them could comprehend actual fear, but frantic claxons roared in response to the ordnance's presence.

It mattered not. The Sith raised both hands - a stalwart dome of his might erupted into place about he and his comrades.

The Explosion stung his Eyes.​

When the ringing in his ears ceased and the blur left his vision, the Vicelord was greeted to the sight of a shattered AMI. Where once there was a deity, suspended in the midst of its own might, there was only a frayed husk. In the moments that followed, reports broke through the static caused by the bomb - his comm erupted with voices confirming that their strike was successful. The armies of enforcers had fallen silent. The Web lay broken. The people were free.

Enos would know the embrace of the Freedom.