Zalor Anneri
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Jan 1, 2018 20:54:47 GMT -8
Those...were the wrong words. It suddenly became abundantly clear that Zalor didn't understand these men; perhaps he couldn't understand these men. These men couldn't be reasoned with. They could not be bought, or negotiated with. These men were fanatics, bordering on cultists. The second they were released, they would plant a tracking device, send a distress call, sabotage ship systems, or otherwise betray any deal that was made with them. The fact they were unarmed non-combatants didn't make them powerless, if anything it made them even more dangerous; they would prey on the hospitality and ethics of the boarding party, and then use their technical knowledge when anyone least expected it. Even after the ruthless destruction of his homeworld, the Jedi didn't understand.Since entering combat, Jashin had exuded an aura of malevolence and violence that was consistent with battle; he had been careful, though, to guard his thoughts on the off chance that a Knight of Ren was onboard. As such, it was highly unlikely that Zalor would sense anything from Jashin and his intent beyond a desire to survive, and a will to kill the enemy. This would work in his favor as he let go of the rifle with his right hand, and made a sweeping gesture with his arm: from the gauntlet on that arm, a cone of fire jetted out across the deck, bathing the unarmed men huddled in the corner in sticky flammable liquid. Dropping, rolling, even fire suppressant would have little effect as the conflagrine - the same gel the FO used in their flamethrowers - burned away at the simple gaberwool uniforms of the technicians.Turning towards Zalor, Jashin leveled a finger at both Jedi and Lieutenant Commander, his vocoder just barely audible over the screams. No mercy. No prisoners. One does not negotiate with a disease...you just remove it. And with that, he turned on his heel, stepped over a gasping and struggling tech - even now on the verge of death - and exited the deck to stand guard.
and the Jedi immediately reacted. It started with a simple grimace of shock and disgust, then, after Jashin had the nerve to call their would-be prisoners a 'disease,' Zalor quickly and angrily stormed up to the pirate before he could leave the deck. He grabbed a hold of the pirate's armored soldier to turn him around to face him, only to be met by a swift kick in the gut from the pirate. He didn't care that they were supposed to be allies; this man had just murdered unarmed First Order personnel after Zalor had promised not to let any harm come to them. Visibly furious, but still in control of his senses, Zalor raised his lightsaber blade and pointed the green blade's tip right at Jashin's visor threateningly. Verbally, Zalor let loose and didn't hold back.
"No mercy?! No prisoners?! What the KRIFF is wrong with you? We are not the First Order! We do not kill non-combatants! Just because those people were complicit in the destruction of my homeworld's capital and the lives of thousands of innocents does NOT give us the right to return the favor! We're better than that! We HAVE to be better than that if we're gonna show the galaxy why the First Order needs to be defeated!"
Zalor backed down just long enough for him to catch his own breath. He took a step backward, lowered his saber, took a deep breath, then raised it back chest-high to Jashin's chestplate. "You pull a stunt like that again, Mister Rau, and you'll be the next to deal with my saber blade. And I won't need anyone's permission to do it, either."
Zalor gave time for the pirate to respond, and he was eager to hear how Jashin would further justify his actions. A few seconds later, however, Zalor got a comm call...::Copy that Zalor, I've got the codes. You're good to head to the last dataport. Be advised, there's a large group of troopers headed your way. I'm trying to divert them as best I can, but you will have to deal with them before you can reach the dataport.::
Just then, the entire ship rocked violently, and everyone still standing were forced to stagger to keep their balance.
[Whistle-loud-whistle-beep-frotz] R2-D4 rejoined the group and rolled up to Zalor in a worried state of urgency.
Zalor looked around, trying to sense what could've caused the commotion. "What was that? What's going on?"
Lt. Commander Eldarric, still reeling from the deaths of his comrades, regained his composure just enough to give the heroes his theory... "There were Galactic Alliance ships in orbit when you lot boarded our ship. My guess is they've started to fire on us."
Zalor raised his comlink back up to hail the team. ::Zalor Anneri to all team members, something big just hit the ship! What's going on out there?:: |
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Agent Dominion
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Post by Agent Dominion on Jan 4, 2018 22:19:09 GMT -8
Five soldiers left, Atton was behind Dominion as the Agent held up a deceased trooper by the helmet, his arm straining with taking all the weight itself. Blaster fire repeatedly slammed into the back of the body that the Jedi and Agent were using as a shield before Dominion made his short way to the nearest trooper. With a quick turn, The helmet was released from the latch. With a grunt of effort behind a powerful shove, Dominion pushed the body into the trooper as the helmet came off, slipping from the head. The soldier was forced to fall back, the weight of a body and armor weighing down on them. For the moment, Dominion put them out of mind.
As soon as the shield was gone, there was a blaster bolt heading straight for the Agent's head. Moving the helmet to intercept the bolt, a shower of sparks exploded from the helmet, and his fingers felt like they just touched fire. But it blocked the shot. At the same time as he moved the helmet, he had raised his own blaster and fired at the farthest trooper, scoring a hit as the fell. His next shot was the one closest to his line of sight, and he fired again. It was a blessing that Atton was also there, splitting the fire among the two of them. He turned his blaster to the third trooper, and pulled the trigger just as the whole ship seemed to crash into something, causing it to shake and everyone to lose their balance. Fortunately, it caused a blast to miss Dominion. Unfortunately, it also caused his shot to miss as he tripped on a body, his foot getting caught and he was doomed to fall prone. There was a brief pause in the fighting as everyone tried to get there balance back. "What the kark just hit us?!" Dominion cried out to Atton, Tanara behind him, and possibly any of the troopers that might have known as he hastily stood back on his feet.
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Post by Keith-070 on Jan 4, 2018 22:29:52 GMT -8
*By the end of the battle and with the aid of the planetary defense forces, the fleet from Lianna suffered fewer losses than they had expected. About a quarter of their starfighter forces had been shot down, three of their Skiprays, and a pair of Marauders. The Vindicators remained intact, though the one that dared cross the space occupied by the enemy fleet had suffered damage to its defensive systems and bore several scars as a result. But it seemed the day belonged to Naboo for now, and the Lianna fleet felt some small measure of relief... and anger. Once assessing the situation and granting what little aid they could, they regrouped and departed from the system, knowing the First Order still had a price to pay for their sins...*
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 9, 2018 8:17:43 GMT -8
More than a few nervous glances were exchanged by the bridge crew as the words “Dioxis” and “Winchester” came through the speakers at the same time. He was a known pirate, and even though it proven fact he bore little love for the first order it was not a peaceful thought having such a potentially deadly weapon in the hands of someone like that - or in any hands for that matter. Nakor must have felt the same because when he replied only moments later his voice held little room for negotiation.
::I’ll be damned, son, before I see a weapon like that fall into the hands of filthy Pirate... Prepare all weapons, blow that scrape heap from the sky...::
Nakor kept the line open, to be sure that the pirate had heard the order to destroy them be given. He hasn’t certain how this would all unfold yet but he was in a stronger position right now and if the Pirate believed Nakor was willing to kill him then it would make him more inclined to bargin, retrieving the dioxis was a good plan, even if it was a Pirate who had come up with it as a lie no doubt to save his own hide.
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Jan 10, 2018 19:01:29 GMT -8
"You realize I understand you, right?"
Adi was damn proud of Sinina. She had resisted the darkness, and fought it to a standstill. There was hope for the kid yet...she was strong. She would go far, indeed. He could still feel the life force of the officer....she had
"Good job, by the way....and thank you. I know it hurts you to do that...I owe you one." Adi managed to weakly stammer out. She had indeed taken a great deal of the damage from his body, but it still hurt like all hell. He brought himself to his feet, although rather slowly. For being shot in the back, he was doing surprisingly well.
Surprisingly well, that is, until the reply came from the Alliance ship's commander. That arrogant bastard....He didn't realize the treasure trove of information and evidence against the First Order that he would be destroying. It was time to pull a card that the former Jedi hoped he would never have to pull. He told MICRO to open the channel to the Alliance ship once again.
::Belay that order, Commander. This is former Jedi Watch Lead Adieumus Matango. There is a cargo of deadly dioxis gas on board this ship. I insist you cease and desist immediately.:: Pressing a few buttons on his comlink, he transmitted the code for 'Angel One', his proper call sign, showing that he was still technically the leader of the now-defunct Jedi Watchmen. If this man was any kind of commander, he would know that these guys had it well under control. ::This ship's cargo, intelligence, and crew will be turned over to you upon completion of our mission. Hell, if it means that much to you, I'll turn myself in as well. Apparently I'm some kind of wanted man to the Galactic Alliance. Do not fire. If you do, we will turn this ship and jump out of system as soon as we take it. There are enough shields on this crate to keep us alive long enough to get away from you, and you know it.
And if you know my name, you also know that I can accomplish it. Back off, Commander. We got this.
Adieumus Matango, out.::
This was bad. If the other ship didn't listen, there was no kriffing way that this little heap of a ship would be able to escape from an entire fleet. It was a bluff, but a good one. Only problem was, now the entire universe would know that Adi was indeed alive...This was the very thing that the Arkanian had been trying to avoid.
Well, the cat was out of the bag. No taking it back now. Here's hoping it worked.....
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Atton Kaelan
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jan 10, 2018 20:14:01 GMT -8
Five soldiers left, Atton was behind Dominion as the Agent held up a deceased trooper by the helmet, his arm straining with taking all the weight itself. Blaster fire repeatedly slammed into the back of the body that the Jedi and Agent were using as a shield before Dominion made his short way to the nearest trooper. With a quick turn, The helmet was released from the latch. With a grunt of effort behind a powerful shove, Dominion pushed the body into the trooper as the helmet came off, slipping from the head. The soldier was forced to fall back, the weight of a body and armor weighing down on them. For the moment, Dominion put them out of mind.
As soon as the shield was gone, there was a blaster bolt heading straight for the Agent's head. Moving the helmet to intercept the bolt, a shower of sparks exploded from the helmet, and his fingers felt like they just touched fire. But it blocked the shot. At the same time as he moved the helmet, he had raised his own blaster and fired at the farthest trooper, scoring a hit as the fell. His next shot was the one closest to his line of sight, and he fired again. It was a blessing that Atton was also there, splitting the fire among the two of them. He turned his blaster to the third trooper, and pulled the trigger just as the whole ship seemed to crash into something, causing it to shake and everyone to lose their balance. Fortunately, it caused a blast to miss Dominion. Unfortunately, it also caused his shot to miss as he tripped on a body, his foot getting caught and he was doomed to fall prone. There was a brief pause in the fighting as everyone tried to get there balance back. "What the kark just hit us?!" Dominion cried out to Atton, Tanara behind him, and possibly any of the troopers that might have known as he hastily stood back on his feet.
Atton grimaced.*"Either the First Order is on to us or...or maybe the good guys still think we're bad guys and are shooting at us." *As the remaining troopers raised their weapons, Atton grabbed his second lightsaber with his left hand and hurled it at them, guiding its trajectory with the Force. The first trooper was cut in half before he could react, the second tried to duck but Atton guided the saber just enough so that the trooper was simply beheaded. The third managed to get a hasty shot off, which even with most of his focus on the thrown saber was easily deflected by Atton. A quick flick of his wrist and the saber flew back into his hand, cutting the final trooper down before he could get another shot off.
The coast was clear for now, so Atton poked his head back into the control room.*"Tanara, what's our status? Any more bad guys coming? And who the hell is firing at us?!" *No sooner had Atton finished speaking that he heard the transmission sent by Adi, revealing his identity as Adieumus Matango, former Jedi Watchmen Lead. From what he heard, it seemed that it was indeed the Galactic Alliance firing on them and Adi was trying to get them to stop. Well...hopefully that worked.
He sighed.*"...never mind then. Hopefully those idiots listen and don't blow us up..." |
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 10, 2018 22:44:22 GMT -8
A response had been expected, and as he felt the strong slap of a hand against his shoulder, he was quick to spin around and slam an armored knee into the Jedi's gut. It did little to faze the man, who simply raised the blade to point it at Jashin's visor - in response, Jashin unclipped a thermal detonator and primed it in hand - leaving the pair at an impasse as they stared each other down across the deck plating. The emerald blade of the Jedi thrummed silently, the detonator's arming indicator beeped harshly in contrast. In the corner, the single surviving officer looked on, rather speechless.
"No mercy?! No prisoners?! What the KRIFF is wrong with you? We are not the First Order! We do not kill non-combatants! Just because those people were complicit in the destruction of my homeworld's capital and the lives of thousands of innocents does NOT give us the right to return the favor! We're better than that! We HAVE to be better than that if we're gonna show the galaxy why the First Order needs to be defeated!"
Reaching up slowly, Jashin pulled his helmet off with one hand, so that he could look the Jedi in the eye. "No." He spat out, pointing at the now smoldering corpses. "No, they were very much armed, Jedi. They were armed with something far more dangerous than any weapon ever conceived - more dangerous than a Deathstar, more dangerous than a Starkiller base." Swinging his arm towards the surviving officer, Jashin pointed his pistol rather pointedly at the FO Officer, who, even now, defiantly looked down his nose at the pair. "They were armed with ideals. Ideals like the absolute surety of First Order sovereignty over the entire galaxy. Ideals like the self-assured moral justification of obliterating entire planets in the name of a Supreme Leader." Lowering his weapon pistol, he holstered the weapon, but didn't deactivate the detonator. "You can hang onto your precious ideals. But some of us remember. We remember the Caamas Firestorm, the Destruction of Alderaan, the Siege of Lasan, the Firrereo Genocide, and countless others. Countless, in terms of trillions of sentient beings being wiped from the face of the galaxy for no better reason that Imperial mandated "strategic extinction." Jashin laughed, mirthlessly, and flipped an extremely rude hand-sign to the wide smile on the Imperial officer's face; still arrogant, still so superior.
"I would rather fight every soldier, murder every mother, and strangle every Imperial babe in its crib than have to explain both to the galaxy and to myself that it was because of my cowardice and my "ideals" that yet another world was erased from the volumes of history. Because, at the end of the day, Jedi, in the face of mass Speciecide, these beings are not living - they are not sentient. They are stripped of rights, now that they have breached so egregiously the rights of others; breached by way of erasing an entire way of existence; from the smallest bacteria, to the loftiest sentient ideal. And so there is only one thing left to do..."
Without further ado, Jashin deactivated the detonator and clipped it to his belt, before securing his helmet back over his head. We must eradicate the disease. We must eradicate it, before it eradicates us. Because if we win, we must live with ourselves only until we die - and future generations may judge us as they will. If we lose...if we lose, then our very way of life, our cultures, our histories, our freedom to dream and to exist as we wish...it vanishes. Our children will be born in the regime. What does not suit the New Order will be censored and filtered out until it is forgotten; future generations will be transformed, groomed, and moulded until the past is forgotten, and they exist only to serve in the New Order. And that...that is worse than any atrocity that I could possibly commit.
I welcome you to try, Jedi. But if you do so, then you should strike with more passion and more commitment than you have in dealing with these Imperials...if you don't, then I will surely merge victorious. Turning, Jashin exited the deck and entered the hallway, his rifle pulled against his shoulder, ready for more combat/ It was at that exact moment, though, that the entire ship lurched violently; Jashin staggering a bit as the ship rocked from...what? a collision? No, from the feel of it it could only be... Weapons fire. Karabast! The frelling Alliance is firing on us! Who else? Their presence surely hadn't been compromised just yet, and the majority of the fleet was exiting the system s they were boarding. No doubt the Alliance, having retaken control of the system, was quickly mopping up survivors. Unlike the Jedi, they wisely had chosen not to take prisoners. Tapping his helmet, scanning for broadband transmissions, he was just in time to hear the Jedi, Adi, speaking to - presumably - an Alliance vessel.
Frell. Frell, frell, frell! Spat Jashin under his breath. Wordlessly, he strode forward, turning down a hallway to find a service hatch that would lead him downward back towards the main deck where he could get back to the hangar bay. He had agreed to help these people...and he had. What the hell was keeping the Alliance from blasting the ship to tiny bits? What possible intel could a ship of such small size have - beyond maybe some codes and fleet positions? No, what would be of greater use to the Alliance was the ship and the technology on the ship itself. Weapons, vehicles and vessels, computer cores. His pay, in other words. It wasn't that Jashin was a patriot by any stretch, but, a fight was a fight - he wasn't going to dish out leniency just because it ruffled a Jedi's feathers. But if the GA boarded the ship, there was going to be very little this crew could do to stop them from arresting Jashin. A criminal past didn't just dry up due to a change of heart and a little character building. It was thus time to bid these people goodbye, to salvage as much as he could, and to get the hell out of here. The guardian could probably carry a bit, but they surely had some kind of cargo ship he could steal. At the least he could start packing so that by the time they got here, he was long gone...
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Altair Sirraf
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 14, 2018 7:54:44 GMT -8
Nakor half raised an eyebrow as he listened to the aforementioned pirate threatening him, now claiming to be a long lost Jedi 'Watchman'. While he had ordered his transponder codes already checked and double checked he was still running through the last few words he had said in his mind, now checking on the ships current capabilities - most of the ship was still offline - either out of power or still under boarding lockdown until the bridge crew was captured and the captain was forced to uncripple the ship or lose his command crew... or they had a hacker skilled enough to bypass the security safeguards that kept the ship from falling under enemy control in the middle of a battle. The Empire had seen to those many years ago. By then the codes had been checked and rechecked against the database the ship had downloaded from Felucia's mainframe before leaving on this missions - the codes were ancient, but if his story was true they would be. Running his fingers along the return transmission button upon the arm of his chair he considered his options then decided not to give this 'Jedi' a worse time than he was obviously already having. Taking a cruiser of that size with limited crew count was not going to be easy. Finally pressing the comm button he spoke...
::Very well Master Matango, you have the lead... for now."
Unless he was willing to send transports to help secure the ship there was little more that he could do at the moment - especially with the Jedi's supposed pirate crew spread throughout the ship. The volley they had sent at the ship earlier would have done little more than knock a few of them off their feet, but if he began targeting key points without knowing the Jedi's exact locations he could kill someone - and that was not something he would risk - not if there was even the slightest chance that this man was truly he said he was - unfortunately for Nakor, this Jedi Master had had no dealings with Gadriel and so he had never met him personally. He would have to trust the Jedi at his word, and the codes he was giving as accurate, because no one in this history of the republic Navy had ever faked transponder codes to get what they wanted. Nakors lips pursed but he remained motionless giving the order for his felt to take up pen-gate positions around the Brigand but not engaging.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 14, 2018 10:04:14 GMT -8
*Sin snorted indignantly at the man. Her thumb pressing against the wound uneededly. Understand her. Even now she could feel the dark tendrils coursing through her, woven through her DNA. Her genetic code was mixed with Sith Alchemy. Grief stricken too boot. She was only standing through her raging urge for revenge, and adrenaline.*
As if you could possibly understand me.
*She watches as he stands, her acts would help. But she was no Jedi healer. There was only so much she could do. She stood herself, she was getting weary. Sleep would be needed when they were done. She walked over to the unconscious officer, giving him an undignified boot, before she stooped down. She maneuvers him so that she could get him over a shoulder and stand back up. He was heavier then she thought, it would definitely slow her down. She gritted her teeth as she turned, maybe not accidentally hitting the mans head on a display panel as she did. Slowly she made her way in the direction of the exit. Each step was laboured from the extra weight. Even pushing away Adi when he tried to help.*
As if you'd fair any better with the state your back is in right now. If you won't let me kill him. He can rot in the brig.
She looks down the hall currently it looked clean. She didn't bother with the transmission,
Adi'd taken care of that. She walks down the hallway, listening carefully for any other troopers, she may be slowed,
but she would have at least a shield with the officer hiding alot of her body. She speaks into her comm for the first time since they arrived. She knew their'd be lifts close by.*
Tanara? A lift to the brig?
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Jan 14, 2018 17:39:34 GMT -8
::Copy that, Commander. I will be in touch when we have control of this ship. Thank you.::
Adi breathed a sigh of relief as the affirmative message from the allied fleet came in. Adi, too, gave the First Order officer a swift kick in the gut before Sin picked him up, and slung him over her shoulder. She asked Tanara for a location to a turbolift to the brig, and started down the hallway, Adieumus falling in behind her. If anyone were to pop out and attack, he could give her some backup...albeit not as much as he could -before- he was shot. Luckily, for now, the hallways were empty.
It didn't last long.
They rounded a corner, and a unit of about ten troopers raised their weapons, and ordered the pair to freeze. Although surprised, Adieumus was -not- about to comply...not this close to the completion of the mission. For the first time in the mission, Adi drew the chrome hilt from his hip, and activated the black lightsaber of Dace Concordia. He began to stalk forward, and the blaster shots began to fly toward him. Between his left hand, and the lightsaber in his right, each and every one was deflected back into the group. Two were hit immediately by their own weapons, and the others began to slowly retreat backward.
A wicked grin began to spread across Adieumus' face, and he threw the lightsaber toward the eight remaining troopers. He began to pool the force in his hands as he blocked the shots that still flew at him, keeping them from getting to Sinina. Each blaster bolt that he blocked, he absorbed some of the power, further strengthening the building attack. As his lightsaber reached the back of the group, who had moved out of the way of the weapon, Matango extended his hands out in front of him, twisting them around as he did so. From his outstretched palms, a twisting, whirling force push as wide as the hallway, ripped down the corridor and slammed into the men at the other end. All eight of them were caught in it, and were blasted down the hallway, bouncing off the walls, the ceiling, and the floor as they were tossed backward like ragdolls.
Just because he believed you shouldn't kill your enemy did not mean that Adieumus thought that they shouldn't feel the bite of vengeance.
The troopers ended up in a twisted, broken, and bleeding pile at the far end of the corridor. Only one made any kind of move to get up, and a single scathing look from Matango sent him back to the ground in a hurry, of the man's own volition. After what had just happened, surrender was the wisest choice the man could make. Looking back to Sinina, Adi waved her on.
"According to MICRO's scans of the ship, the turbolift just past the corner up there will take us down to the brig. C'mon. We can keep Captain Asswipe there and toss him in a cell for the Alliance to deal with."
They were so, so very close to this mission's close....
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Tanara Ajahn
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Post by Tanara Ajahn on Jan 18, 2018 15:39:46 GMT -8
Dom and Atton had taken the fighting out into the hallway. Good, significantly less chance of a stray blaster bolt heading her way. This could've all been avoided if the auto-turrets weren't taking so long to install her altered targeting parameters. She really hated not being able to speed up the process sometimes. With a sigh, she turned her focus back on Sin and Adi, or at least, she tried to. She watched helplessly as Sin destroyed all the bridge cameras, preventing her from being able to see what was going on. What in the world was that woman thinking? Thankfully Adi reached the bridge, and eventually the both of them left the bridge, with what looked like an unconscious First Order officer.
That was when the entire ship shook violently for a moment. Her screens were ablazed with status updates. Someone had attacked the ship, and there was very little she could do about it. She was going to attempt to send a message out, but stopped when she heard Adi's message. Instead, she seized control of the star destroyer's external sensors, and started scanning the fleet that had started to surround them. They seemed to be mostly keeping their distance, and weren't showing any signs of extending their initial assault.
:: Alright, looks like that first shot was just to get our attention. They've backed off for the moment thanks to Adi's message. ::
Turning her attention back to the rest of her teammates, she checked the internal sensors around the security station for additional threats. The scans turned up negative, but something about that didn't sit right with her.
"No more bad guys on sensors Atton, but keep your guard up. I don't like it."
At Sin's request, Tanara dived deeper into the ship systems and summoned a turbolift to her location. She had half a mind to scold the other woman for destroying the bridge cameras, though she acknowledged it wasn't that big of a deal.
:: Copy that Sin, turbolift incoming on your location just around the corner. ETA twenty seconds. ::
That just left the final trio, Zalor, Jashin and Artoo. She was glad they succeeded in capturing the second dataport, but unfortunately it appeared they were starting to fundamentally disagree with each other's approach to the First Order, with them even exchanging a couple blows between them. If they were going to finish this heist, they needed to keep it together. She considered butting in on their argument, but decided against it. She trusted her friend, he had never let her down before, and she was sure he still wouldn't.
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Zalor Anneri
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Jan 18, 2018 21:44:36 GMT -8
Without further ado, Jashin deactivated the detonator and clipped it to his belt, before securing his helmet back over his head. We must eradicate the disease. We must eradicate it, before it eradicates us. Because if we win, we must live with ourselves only until we die - and future generations may judge us as they will. If we lose...if we lose, then our very way of life, our cultures, our histories, our freedom to dream and to exist as we wish...it vanishes. Our children will be born in the regime. What does not suit the New Order will be censored and filtered out until it is forgotten; future generations will be transformed, groomed, and moulded until the past is forgotten, and they exist only to serve in the New Order. And that...that is worse than any atrocity that I could possibly commit.
"Heh! This is rich." Eldarric, who had stood and listened to the Jedi and pirate's banter, gleefully and spitefully chuckled at them. "I dare say, I wouldn't lament if the Alliance destroyed this ship with the both of you still on it. And you'd still be at each other's throats to the end, more than likely. What a sorry lot you are."
Zalor spun around to face the First Order weapons officer once more, his tone still firm, but much calmer. "That won't happen, I assure you. I'll have words for you later, Lt. Commander. In the meantime..."
Zalor lifted his free hand up to his eye level and waved it slowly in front of the officer's face, in attempt to avoid another unnecessary casualty... "You will go and barracade yourself in the ship's brig."
The lieutenant commander seemed dazed for a bit, but before long, the Mind Trick took hold, and Eldarric replied..."I will go and barracade myself in the ship's brig." The officer obeyed without protest, and he turned and strode down the hallway. As soon as he did so, Zalor got on his comlink to let Tanara know what was going on.
::Zal to Tanara, I've got a First Order officer headed to the brig. Don't worry, he'll see himself there. Just make sure you lock him in once he gets there, 'mkay? We're headed to the comm array, shouldn't be much longer.::
As Zalor, Jashin and R2-D4 made their way to communications array, Zalor began to sense Jashin becoming increasingly agitated.Zalor slowly and silently watched as Jashin began to deviate from their objective. He couldn't put his finger on what may have startled the previously cold and calculated pirate, but he sensed it may have had something to do with the Alliance ship in orbit. Before Jashin could get very far, however, Zalor called out to him... "Mister Rau? Hey! Where are you going? Comm array's that way. We're not done yet...I need your help!" |
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Zalor Anneri
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Post by Zalor Anneri on Jan 18, 2018 22:00:32 GMT -8
======Deathtrooper Squads======
In the distance, down the hallway from the security station Tanara, Atton and Agent Dom were holed up in, they could hear the footsteps of three heavily armored elite soldiers heading their direction. Before long, these footsteps were accompanied by the radio chatter from their helmets as they reported to each other, which was distorted to anyone else. Each of them held a large heavy repeater, and had begun to prime them as they got within a few hundred meters of the security station.
::This is Four, proceeding to Security Checkpoint Epsilon now. Prime weapons.::
::Thermal scans show three tangos inside. Twi'lek female at the consoles, two human males standing guard behind the Twi'lek, all three appear armed.::
::Copy that. Dozens of casualties in the hallways, too.::
::Don't give these scumbags any quarter, gentlemen. They've taken far too many of our men today for that.::
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The other three Deathtroopers approached Zalor's and Jashin's position from a staircase leading to the deck below, near the main security station the duo had captured minutes earlier. If Jashin attempted to escape back to the hangar without following Zalor to the communications array, his path would directly intersect theirs.
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Agent Dominion
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Post by Agent Dominion on Jan 19, 2018 21:58:13 GMT -8
Dominion just stood there, trying to get his footing as Atton guided his saber with the force and dispatched the rest of the soldiers. He trusted the Jedi's ability enough to take out three people without them shooting neither of them. He listened to the broadcast that answered the Agent's and the Jedi's questions, letting out a low whistle at the announcement that Adi had to give.
"Well, time to-" He cut himself off as he heard footsteps, muffled and distant, but steps nonetheless. "Kark," Dominion quickly ran over the bodies of the troops to the doorway into the control room. "Tanara! Who's coming towards us?" It seemed like every question he was asking was being instantly answered today, because as he asked the radio chatter came echoing down the hallway. His mind went to work analyzing what info was given to him, and trying to figure out who these guys were. There were only... 3 sets of footsteps. If they were coming after this small platoon, they were coming to cleanup or are a more elite squad. Thermal scans? Definitely elite. He turned his head to Atton, "Elite troops incoming, this won't be as easy as these guys. I'll come from behind." Dominion moved back to the carnage in the hallway, picking up the broken helmet he had used as a shield and put it on his head as he sat against the wall adjacent to the door on the right side, bending his legs in an awkward position to feign that he was actually dead. He grabbed his lightsaber that was on his hip, and held it in his left hand as he covered it up with a blaster that was in his right. With a painful tilt of his head to further say that he was dead, the footsteps came around the corner to reveal three Death Troopers, heading for them.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 22, 2018 20:37:19 GMT -8
*Sin didn't hardly react as Adi cleared the troops, she kept moving one foot in front of the next. Her body weary. The tank running close to empty. She nods as she hears Tanara respond. But doesn't say anything.
Growing quiet and distant. Even once she turned into the turbolift. She didn't say a word to Adi, even if he tried to speak to her.
If he'd spoke she didn't hear it, her mind was elsewhere. Visualizing the last place she'd seen the woman how raised her the last decade. Remembering every feature. So many things she'd wished she'd said. Time she'd taken for granted. Gone.
The lift seemed to take forever. She'd left with Jashin, she hadn't said I love you, why didn't she. She'd just wanted out, now, all she wanted was to go back. But there was no back. Her fists clenched tighter, the seconds ticked. The longer it lasted the more she wanted to resume causing the Officer pain. Her hand clutched her dagger, gripping it. pulling it slowly inch by inch out of the sheath.
Suddenly the door whooshed open. The dagger slides quickly into the sheath. She heavily exhaled a breath she hadn't realized was held. She started forwards again. Not hearing anything Adi said again. Even though faintly she heard his voice. Everything around her seemed so distant. She felt empty, alls she could feel was pain and anger, she hadn't killed the officer, but still she felt like she were drowning in it.*
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Atton Kaelan
Crew of the Wayward Son
You're not allowed to name the star destroyer after your junk, Adi.
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Post by Atton Kaelan on Jan 25, 2018 17:12:41 GMT -8
*Atton heaved a sigh as Dom headed into the hallway.*"Oh now they send in the elites? You'd think they'd just send those guys out right away instead of waiting for us to down everyone else..." *Despite the sarcasm, he knew that they were in for a much tougher fight than before. Even if there only a few of them, they'd still put up much more of a fight than any standard trooper. They probably had bigger guns, heavier armor, better training, etc.
Still, they didn't have the Force, and Atton was already gathering his strength as the troopers rounded the corner. There were three of them, heavily armed, and he could hear them talking to each other but couldn't understand them.
With Dom playing dead in the corridor, Atton knew he needed to wait to attack until the troopers walked past him. So he did, waiting to activate his lightsaber until he heard the three footsteps drawing ever closer. The troopers had slowed as they approached the security station, probably expecting to find their targets within. They were very close now, and the Force was swirling around Atton like a tempest.
Before the three troopers reached the door, Atton burst out and lashed out with the Force, but his attack was not directed at the troopers themselves, but rather the big repeating blasters that they carried. One repeating blaster was troublesome but there was no way he could stand up to three of them at once. Using the Force, Atton attempted to simply wrench the blasters from their grips. Simultaneously, he activated his lightsaber and charged forwards.
The lead trooper was actually able to retain a grip on his blaster, though the sudden wrenching motion had nearly caused him to fall over. Atton took full advantage of this and swung his saber towards the trooper's neck. Unfortunately, the blade didn't make a clean cut like he had been expecting. The armor was damaged by the strike, but the trooper was still very much alive. The elite trooper responded by lashing out with his free hand and striking a blow right to Atton's chest. He hadn't been able to put his full strength into the blow, but it caused Atton to briefly stumble backwards. Atton quickly regained his balance and attacked again, his saber once again failing to do any damage to the person inside the armor, but his rapid closing of the distance between them stopped the trooper from readying his blaster. Unfortunately, the trooper was ready for this and rammed the Jedi in the stomach with the butt of his weapon. Atton stumbled backwards, clearly winded, and the trooper followed up with another whack with the back end of his gun right on Atton's collarbone.
As Atton crashed to the ground, grunting in pain from the repeated strikes, the trooper raised his primed weapon, ready to finish him off. Yet, despite the pain he was in, Atton maintained his focus. He once again lashed out with the Force, directing it once again at the trooper's weapon. This threw off the soldier's aim just long enough for Atton to regain his footing. He winced as a volley of shots were fired, causing scorch marks to appear on the floor. The trooper was ready to fire again, but Atton moved quickly, still gasping from the earlier attack. He managed to slice the barrel of the heavy repeater clean off, rendering the weapon entirely useless. Once again, though, Atton found himself on the receiving end of a rather vicious blow, once again sending him to the floor.
Groaning, Atton managed to stagger to his feet, just in time to see the trooper drawing a vibrosword. He wasn't focusing on the other two, though hopefully Dom was managing to distract them. Otherwise, he was in trouble...*
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Adi
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Post by Adi on Jan 26, 2018 20:28:37 GMT -8
The doors to the lift opened, and Adi exited, having said very little on the trip down the turbolift to the belly of the ship. Walking down the narrow, winding corridor, Adi saw a row of about twelve various sized holding cells...mostly empty, save for the largest one. He approached the console, and looked over the controls. It was laid out easily enough, and Matango opened the electronically sealed lock of cell number two.
"We can toss Captain Numbnuts in there, Sinina. That will hold him til the Alliance gets on board and collects him. He shouldn't bleed out. We need to get the rest of the captured troopers down here, too." He looked up toward the camera to get Tanara's attention. Opening the comlink to her, he let her know that the brig had been taken, and to have the path down opened for the ones that had been disarmed, and were able to move down to the brig on their own. There were enough cells for most of them, at least....albeit a bit cramped.
Walking away from the console, the Arkanian felt a twinge in the force from the detainee in the only occupied cell. Yet, he was in a First Order uniform....well, jumpsuit at least. Approaching the cell, Adi cocked his head.
"So, who are -you-, exactly?" Adi's tone was inquisitive, not harsh. It was a genuine question, no animosity found in the simple words. The man seemed a bit different from the rest of the troopers, and such that Matango had come into contact with here on the ship. It was odd they would have the man locked up like this when it would have been more prudent to deploy him in the attack on Theed.
It was most certainly....Odd.
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Agent Dominion
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Post by Agent Dominion on Jan 28, 2018 10:13:55 GMT -8
The Death Troopers had slowed their pace as they came closer to the carnage that was in the hallway, tiptoeing over the corpses that were once their compatriots. They drew closer and closer, and Dom remained still, breathing slowly and shallow to hide his presence. As they came just barely past him, Atton burst from the security room and tried to pull the blasters from their grips. He tried in vein to slash through their armor, to no avail. Well, that gave Dom some much needed info.
A beating on Atton commenced, with him being knocked to the ground many times as he tried to fight these troopers alone. Dominion took the opportunity, and slowly, slowly and quietly, stood, and made his way behind one of the troopers. Every armor had its cracks, and Trooper armor had some pretty noticeable ones. Pushing the hilt of the stolen First Order saber into the crack of the troopers armor at the waist, Dominion ignited the amber blade. The blade cut through just about every of his major organs and pierced into his throat. He was more than done for.
Ripping the blade out of his side just as the second trooper took out his own vibroblade, Dominion advanced on him. Firing three times with the blaster in his hands before dropping it to the floor. If a saber couldn't get through the armor, a blaster wasnt going to do anything. But it could help to hold him still so Atton could deal with one trooper by himself.
Their blades clashed multiple times as they swung, stabbed and parried eachother. Elite troopers they were, taught this much about swordplay. But Dom was trained to face down and win against many Jedi and Sith alike. So Dom won in the offensive. But the trooper had armor that could take many strokes from his saber, so he won on the defensive. Dom was strong enough to take the heavy hits from the vibroblade, regardless that it easily outweighed his saber, so that wasn't too much of an issue. Dominion had practiced with and used a large number of vibroblades in his training. What Dominion needed to do was to get in close, or get at his neck. Every time Dominion tried to rush forward, the Death Trooper stepped back just as much and made a desperate swing which forced Dominion to pause momentarily. It didn't help that the ground was littered with bodies and armor and blasters to trip up your footing. This place was terrible to fight in...
Even with Dominions superior skill, the armor deflected the few hits that he was able to score. He could only get close to an exposed crack before his enemy would bend himself, causing his armor to overlap and block the attack. Dominion pivoted around the trooper, now perpendicular to the wall. Smiling to himself, he pushed forward. The trooper found his back to the wall, and had nowhere to go as Dominion pushed the vibroblade down to the side. Dominion's left hand went and grabbed his wrist, holding the sword down as he attempted to stab with his amber blade.
A Stalemate was met when the trooper reached out and grabbed Dominions wrist, the two struggling against eachother. "Just die!" "No!" The trooper yelled defiantly. Dominion felt his wrist twist and move, and before he could tell what happened, he was getting slashed across the belly. The armor took some of the brunt, but Dominion wasn't sure if his intestines would stay inside of not. He felt weak, and before he could do anything but feel pain, he was receiving another wound. An upward slash from Dominions right waist to his left shoulder.
Red flashed across his vision, he could hear his heartbeat loud in his ear, and the next thing he knew he was on the ground next to the wall, a large tear in a diagonal line where his saber must have carelessly cut through. Electrical sparks shot wildly from the wound. And the trooper was holding his sword backhand. That must have been how the trooper could have got at him. Even as Dom felt himself dying, he was still analyzing...
The trooper stepped over to Dom, switching his hand hold on the balde back to the normal way. "Just die." The trooper repeated back at him, getting ready to slash downward. Dom's eyes darted to the blade, and the hole in the wall. "No!" He called back in defiance, swinging his saber and knocking the vibroblade to cut into the wall instead. The electric fireworks going on there coursed through the blade and to its energy cell and ultrasonic vibration generator. In an instant, the vibroblade exploded, sending pieces of it and the troopers hand everywhere. But thats.
All he could...
Red...
Pain...
Blackness...
"He-"lp...
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Post by Patrick Avem on Jan 29, 2018 18:56:18 GMT -8
"So, who are -you-, exactly?" Adi's tone was inquisitive, not harsh. It was a genuine question, no animosity found in the simple words. The man seemed a bit different from the rest of the troopers, and such that Matango had come into contact with here on the ship. It was odd they would have the man locked up like this when it would have been more prudent to deploy him in the attack on Theed.
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Post by Sinina Riso on Jan 30, 2018 17:08:20 GMT -8
*Sin snorted indignantly as he explained what she should do. Toss him he'd said. So Sinina walked to a cell, opened it,
and quite literally tossed the officer into the cell, only when his body made a sickening thud when it hit the ground did she crack even the slightest of smiles as she closed the door. The curl to her lips quickly disappearing as Adi started talking to another prisoner. The young woman turned around, she eyed the man suspiciously with a silver gaze.*
Let him rot with the rest of them.
*She stood there hands on her hips watching the man closely. She was getting impatient. They had better things to do than talk to some imperial in a cell. At his announcement that he didn't know who he was, her left hand falls to her side, and she rolled her eyes as she turns to walk away. Just what they needed another wise ass. She was starting to learn why her mother fell in with the Nighsisters. She shakes her head and her silver hair bounced lightly on her head. She would almost look Echani if her skin wasn't a dark grey in colour. And the red runes that were on her right hand and on her neck and face right now.*
Who we are isn't your concern. *Then more to Adi* We don't have time for this. We have places to be.
*She growls at Adi, turning again to start in the direction of the door. This was a waste of tmie. Something they only had so much supply of. The ship was still full of imperials. If they wanted to take the ship they really needed to get it down sooner than later. They had things they needed to get done already. And the sooner they were rid of these Imperials the better.*
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