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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 17, 2013 4:12:49 GMT -8
Arkan, blaster in hand, was making his way down the corridor. He gave a strange look to the doors that seemed to open before him, like someone was assisting him in his journey to the bridge. He knew his little trip was of no consequence, just a distraction from his crew's real push and so far he was failing. He had not distracted anyone so far. This changed as the next door opened, revealing a squad of Republic soldiers making their way towards the breach. It took mere fractions of a second before the Captain had begun firing into the group, keeping his aim steady as he moved to the side of the corridor. Where the door met the wall of the corridor offered some cover from any returned fire and he took it, allowing it to partially shield him. His armour was tough but he tried not to rely on it any more.
The engine room on the Cutlass was just about the busiest place in the entire star system, the engineers knew failure was not an option. A particularly large Echani with a very loud voice was barking orders to his underlings, not so much urging them on but reminding them of what failure meant. All this made the crew work very hard indeed. The main engines had been powered down in a controlled manner before the impact, making it easier to restore them but the other systems were mainly fried. There was no hope for the shield generator that had been completely blown out on impact but auxiliary power was enough to power the weapons that had survived along with the bridge sensor array and basic communications. Life support had it's own back-up generator and was off limits to the engineers at the moment, they needed to breath to repair the ship.
On the bridge the First Mate was trying to remain calm, trying to monitor the boarding action with the limited means he had. Basic communications were being channelled through a team of officers that collated all the data they could. However, the biggest surprise came from the sensor officer.
“Sir, a trio of ships is closing on us. I can only just make them out on sensors, they're big. Three large cruisers, probably with fighter compliment giving off high energy readings so they're ready for battle.”
“Can you make out any identifiers, are they Republic craft?”
“I'm not sure at this range but I can tell you they're not ours, they haven't opened fire yet!”
“KRIFF! Get me a channel to the Captain, somehow! Captain, three large cruisers on an intercept course, they're not ours and they're ready for a fight!”
":Get the engines online as quickly as you can, we might need to accelerate our plans. Let Kraval know that I need him to take control of the generator, not disable it. Divert a boarding team to join up with me and head to the bridge. We may need this ship!:"
Blaster shots could be heard in the background of the Captain's transmission, the First Mate did not like it. He looked over the boarding teams that were not yet engaged and he saw an opportunity. There was a reserve team of five Executioners held in reserve to guard the bridge from any Republic boarders, they would not be needed for that anymore, the Republic had been pushed off the ship. He gave them their orders to make all haste to Arkan's position, very little would be able to stop them, even a Jedi would be hard pressed.
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Post by Gukky on Jun 26, 2013 7:56:35 GMT -8
Dred Vizsla seemed almost larger than life, driving the Jedi back with the sheer ferocity of his attack and all the doctor could do was follow in his wake, trying to find something to shoot in through the hazy smoke. They kept advancing, the Reavers in tow, until he realised they had left the Cutlass and entered the enemy ship. According to the Bloodrage Pirate new inductees flyer, they had completed step one. Breep! Gukky pager chimed with new orders, which was a natural extension of step one - take the enemy ship. Now, Gukky was no tactical genius, but he knew that someone should stay and watch the door, to make sure that the Republic soldiers didn't come back. "Immand moet hier bly en..."Blank looks all around. Gukky gesticulated violently at three of the Reavers, using the sheer force of will to convey that they should stay here while the others follow him. He showed them the message on the pager, with the new orders. Collective 'aah's went around as they understood what he was on about. And once again they were off, shouting and shooting at things that moved while generally advancing in the general direction of the bridge.
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Kraval Ordo
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jul 3, 2013 18:29:37 GMT -8
Several hours have passed since the boarding parties of the Bloodrage Pirates got abroad the Republic Destroyer and began to wreak havoc throughout the massive vessel. Kraval and his team had already made it to the gnerator room and were already in the process of planting high-grade explosives throughout the area. Further in the back was the main engine room, where Kraval was just finish setting the last explosive charge on one of the main engines. Kraval kinda went over-broad with the amount of charges used and the type of charges but figures that the bigger the explosion the more damage will be caused in the end. Kraval was about to prime the charges until a comm-message went off in his buy'ce.
Kraval, new orders from the Captain......secure the generator/engine room but do not disable them.
Kraval sightly snared under his buy'ce as a respond to the message which meant he didn't like the sound of that order.
Facing his boarding team
Alright boys, change of plans....man every terminal in this room we gotta make sure these engines stay intact and power isn't disrupted until the big boss man gives any new orders and don't worry about the charges. If any more republic scum-bags try to take over this position....Kill them, all of them.
The boarding teams did as they were told by there Mandalorian commander. Kraval went back into the main hall outside of the generator room and patrolled the surrounding area. If any troopers come his way, they will be tasting the cold hard steel of his beskad.
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Post by Gukky on Jul 4, 2013 5:47:59 GMT -8
As the Reaver squads got deeper into the ship, they started to take the corridors more carefully, each team covering the other as they advanced. They had passed some engineering sections and cleared out the personnel with extreme prejudice. Maybe Gukky had stim'ed everyone a little too high and they were far too enthusiastic about what they were doing. He might have felt a little remorse for the crewers that were getting indiscriminately mowed down if there wasn't a risk that might be joining them. The irony of the moment wasn't wasted on the Doctor, who chuckled self-depreciatingly at the thought. They came up the engine rooms and Gukky realised that had taken the wrong turn somewhere. But this was somewhere on the list wasn't it?
Since when did the Republic hire Mandalorians to run their engines?
"Friendlies! Stand down"
The Reavers closed ranks while the captain looked for a commander.
"Where's your commander?"
The squad captain shouted at the Mandalorain mercenaries.
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jul 4, 2013 13:47:24 GMT -8
Kraval kept to his plan and patrol the closest corridors that led to the engine room. Everything went according to plan with his squadron of Executioners guarding the engine room and making sure they remain intact while Arkan does his thing on the bridge. Kraval wonder what's taking that cyber pirate so long in controlling the bridge of the rust bucket destroyer. Suddenly a squad of Reaver-class troops round the corner and stop with their guns pointed at Kraval while he had had his beskad out ready to chop someone frickin head off. Kraval and the Reavers relaxed as they realized who each were and the fact that they were on the same side especially since that crazed doctor named Gukky was went them. Kraval noticed something was off with the Raevers like they were more trigger happy than usual.....must of been something that crazed doctor gave them. The Reaver Captain started barking orders on who was in charged so Kraval replied
I'm in charge of the Executioner squad that took control of the engine/generator room. My orders were to secure this area which it is and also new orders came in stating all Reaver boarding parties are to head to the bridge and secure it with Captain Arkan.....my question to you solider is why aren't you there now??
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Post by Gukky on Jul 5, 2013 7:33:54 GMT -8
Oh.
Suddenly, the captain's pickle-brain couldn't quite talk to his sense of location. Right now, the important thing was to shoot things. Very important. Shoot at things that weren't his friends. The Mandalorians were their friends. Mandalorians were good, like Dred, the other one that was with them. Except he wasn't talking too much now..
Gukky gently scooted the captain out of the way, somehow able to detect that his brain wasn't in any state to have a conversation with. Naturally, he had his communication barrier to deal with. You would think that someone as clever as the doctor would at least be able to learn Basic? But no, he had invested all his thinking-points in science, which his mother-tongue was great for. At least he could understand what they were saying, even if his speaking wasn't any good. Anyway, it was worth a shot.
"Lohst. We. Lohst." Gustav shrugged theatrically for emphasis. His sense of direct wasn't much better. Besides, he liked being able to hide behind something big and armoured, instead of being tour operator of this boarding party. He was a doctor, not a bullet shield.
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jul 6, 2013 9:25:04 GMT -8
Lavender scented soap bubbled and touched the rather sterile air of the women's restroom that serviced the bridge crew. A simple turn out the door and heading down the hallway would offer one control of this technological terror that could be properly refitted into a decent sized slaver ship. Why rush things? It was better to relish in the drama as each person played out their role in the take over, or died and passed the baton to the next wayward soul. Besides, it would be a folly for the Major to rush the bridge in her state before: what if she suddenly needed to use the restroom while collecting samples from the soon to be dead Republic Captain? Unacceptable. Proper experimentation and data retrieval required as few variables as possible. And so now, while others fight and blast, she washes her pale and slender hands, making sure to get underneath the fingernails -which were growing in quite nicely, albeit slowly. White leather gloves or not, protocol would be followed! Who knows if that data port she handled earlier was covered in some fat, corn cheese snack eating man's hands! Ugh, perish the thought. So the Morbid Scientist washes her hands -her black freckled spangled countenance as radiant and amused as ever- as she hummed along to an excerpt of Die Zauberflöte; namely, Papageno's introductory tune, Der Vogelfänger bin ich ja.
Perhaps because of her loud humming, or a tripped security camera, or the Force and whathaveyou, a fireteam of GR troopers thunder into the restroom, clearing the doorway and blocking it while their highly polished blasters are poised to cut down the ridiculously tall spindle of a woman. Once done, she grabs a napkin and proceeds to dry her dripping hands while smirking pleasantly at the guards.
"Get down on the ground, down on the ground, Pirate!"
Noting her expression the next man waves his weapon upwards to aim at her head.
"Don't get cheeky, Bitch. You're coming with us for questioning. Don't make us enjoy beating the crap outta you. "
"Please, look at her. I bet one thrust and we break something." Now to the Major. "Pirates getting desperate, Wench?"
A wrong move would definitely end in her blaster bolt riddled corpse. Thank goodness these troopers were 20 times stupider than the mandos. The Major raises one lanky arm, and slowly points to the space of wall behind the troopers' heads.
Behindt zyou. Vas does das sign say?
The troopers roar in laughter, their stances softening in mirth.
"Heehh ahhh hah. Really? You think we're that stupid?! That we're going to turn around so you can draw a weapon on us? See here, you ugly bimbo, we're the Galactic Republic's finest, this is real life, not some anime you've been watching. Try another, go ahead. Try a better one and if you make us laugh again, we'll take it easy on your sorry ass. "
Her smile widens a touch.
"Shhhoot at zyour backs?
How dastardly, but ulso unnecessary.
Deception vouldt imply I vouldt require an effort to silence shtupid pups such as zyourselves.
Tell me, silly ones, how does it feel to enter ein room vithout checking for bombs?
Because, frankly, it sounds just ein vee bit retarded."
That little speech did not provide merriment or encouragement. What it did provide was three fully grown men turning to look behind them, see a sign that said, "Women's Restroom," see a package just beneath the sign of bundled explosive set to blow up anything in a 3 meter radius. They turn in unison, raise their weapons whilst screaming no or ah or stop or something vague that could not be heard, since the chainsaw toothed grinning malady who adopted a moniker had pressed a small, pen like device, and had blown the charge, thus drowning out their last requests in super heated and concussive force. Carnage abounds, and it would be fool hardy to assume the grinning Fallanassi was untouched by the blast: a quantity of blood and pulverized ligament splattered against her slender calves and against her leather shoes.
"Oh, that's warm and wet! And with the consistency of thick pastry icing? Remarkable."She stopped focusing on the warmth bleeding into her socks and instead focused on the only trooper who managed to jump further into the room. He was badly mangled, and though his armour did protect him from exploding, it did not prevent his limbs breaking at the soft, rubberized points, nor the internal hemorrhaging as his some of his bowels impacted with such force that they ruptured. He gasps, no doubt some of his broken ribs were poking into his lungs. Mr. Trooper could only helplessly gaze at the white ceiling, and then a shadow slowly sliding to obstruct the blurring wall. Next it was black, hot breath, and two glowing white orbs where eyes should be along with a set of equally bright and triangular teeth, bared so widely it was like a nightmarish cartoon -it couldn't be real. The terrible visage spoke, leaning downward closer and closer. . .
"Go uheadt und try anoder. Try ein better vone unt make me laugh. Make me laugh unt I vwill take it easy on zyour ass."
The lights above them sputter, fade, blare brightly for a moment, then pop and die with a sizzle, casting everything but the glowing white face into complete blackness.
"Was ist los? Make me laugh. I vouldt enjoy ein laugh! I vwould kill for ein laugh!"
He tried to move, to do anything. But even shake his head to the side to not watch. And so the air near the bathroom goes silent in the dark but a moment, and then....
"!AAAAHHHHHAHHHHAAAAAIIEIEIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
A bloodcurdling squeal travels up and down the deck, echoing down the passageways, reverberating in the vents nearby.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jul 9, 2013 3:04:07 GMT -8
The group of Republic soldiers that had accidentally crossed paths with Arkan were unfortunately all dead now. The Echani's armour was covered in their blood and other internal fluids and his blade utterly stank of death. He was now limping towards a turbolift shaft, his left leg had been hit twice and the duranium had given way allowing his leg to be wounded. He did not allow his limp to actually slow him down but it did inconvenience the Captain. During this brief moment of calm he had time to look at his wrist mounted datapad to see the progress of his crew. Kraval had taken the generator and main engine rooms, Dred had blasted the enemy off the Cutlass and Gukky was attempting to lead the remaining boarding teams to aid the taking of the bridge. There was no report from the Major but a few seconds later there was an explosion from the level above. Arkan rapidly looked around before entering the turbolift, pressing the button for the level above instead of the bridge level. As the lift arrived he heard an echoed cry of pain and anguish, luckily it was masculine in nature. Another glance at his datapad and he saw that his First Mate had dispatched a team of Executioners from the bridge of the Cutlass to join up with him, good.
His blaster was ready, in his right hand pointing down the corridor. His blade was ready, in his left hand held horizontally to his side, blood and gore still dripping off it from his previous engagement. He advanced to where he thought the explosion and the scream came from, knowing that the Major was more than capable of having infiltrated this deep into the ship undetected, especially given her mission. The charred remains of a door were strewn around the entrance to some sort of room and Arkan approached with caution. Slowly he peeked around the corner and found it to be a bathroom of some sort, three Republic troopers lying dead on the ground. It looked eerily like a previous crew member's work and the Captain frowned, no sign of the Major. She could be anywhere by now and she probably didn't have her comlink on either, Arkan was frustrated but he had a plan. It was a very simple plan, those were usually the best.
"MAJOR, GET YOUR SKINNY ARSE TO A COMPUTER CONSOLE AND GIVE ME BRIDGE ACCESS!"
He expected no reply, he wasn't really sure what to expect so he did his usual spin on his heels to exit the room. However he had momentarily forgotten his injury and he stumbled, dropping his sword and slamming his left arm into the floor to steady himself. He growled and was glad no-one was present to witness his foolishness. He slowly got back to his feet and picked up his weapon again, this time limping out of the room slower than before. His return journey to the turbolift was slower and more painful than before but he was even more determined to get the job done. He knew the enemy fleet that had just entered the system would have no problem destroying a pirate vessel but he had a plan around that. The turbolift stopped on the bridge level but the doors would not open, clearly the Major had not heard his shout, this would be annoying!
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 9, 2013 10:03:26 GMT -8
Dred Vizsla seemed almost larger than life, driving the Jedi back with the sheer ferocity of his attack and all the doctor could do was follow in his wake, trying to find something to shoot in through the hazy smoke. They kept advancing, the Reavers in tow, until he realised they had left the Cutlass and entered the enemy ship. According to the Bloodrage Pirate new inductees flyer, they had completed step one. Breep! Gukky pager chimed with new orders, which was a natural extension of step one - take the enemy ship. Now, Gukky was no tactical genius, but he knew that someone should stay and watch the door, to make sure that the Republic soldiers didn't come back. "Immand moet hier bly en..."Blank looks all around. Gukky gesticulated violently at three of the Reavers, using the sheer force of will to convey that they should stay here while the others follow him. He showed them the message on the pager, with the new orders. Collective 'aah's went around as they understood what he was on about. And once again they were off, shouting and shooting at things that moved while generally advancing in the general direction of the bridge. |
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jul 11, 2013 10:37:42 GMT -8
This is the exact reason why you don't let a doctor do a Mandalorian's job in leading a boarding party on to a freaking ship.....Kraval's grip on his beskad grew increasing tight when the Doctor named Gukky mention that him and his team were lost after they boarded the Republic Destroyer. He so wanted to knocked there heads off for their stupidity but suppresses his anger to be directed at someone else in a later life. Kraval went over to a near by terminal and hacked into the security feed in order to find out what's going on throughout the ship. Once he was in, he began searching for the other crew members. Arkan was stuck in the turbolift that gave him access to the bridge. Dred had just exit form the detached pressure tube and had boarded the Republic Destroyer. Just by his mannerism, he was pissed and was making a v-line for the bridge. Kraval panned over to the camera feed that was smeared with blood, He switch to another....again with the blood.
Ok, why the fuck every other camera i look at is covered in blood.
Kraval pans over to another camera feed; after the last five were covered in blood, just to witness what looks like to be Major having a bloody field day with some unlucky republic soldiers. Kraval knew that woman was a loose cannon but not to that extent. Kraval goes thru the terminal a bit further and tries to get the turbo lift doors open but they were being jammed from a different terminal on board the ship. Kraval activates his built in comlink within his buy'ce and sends a message out to Dred.
*In Mando'a*
Dred, access to the bridge is via a turbolift 10 clicks from your position. Arkan and his unit are already inside it but they are stuck half a level above you. They should be a near-by terminal within your area and someone on said terminal blocking my access to the turbolift controls. Be so kind and cut that person hands off so I can give Arkan access to the bridge.
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Post by The Major on Jul 12, 2013 8:53:45 GMT -8
Impatient pigs, the lot of them. No wonder this group floundered with bridge controls and boarding actions: there wasn't enough estrogen among their ranks to offer a semblance of high style or intuition. All they wanted was results. But what was living if one didn't enjoy the path they take or relish in this or that victim's suffering? These Galactic Republic types were like brain damaged kittens -all you could do was play with them until they were gassed or injected with some lethal euphoria. These troopers and officers would be dying rather soonish. Wouldn't you want someone to make your tragic demise rival that of some great fairy tale? It was a form of respect for their humanity, at least that's how the Fallanassi thought of it. This idea was not a petty rationalization; this was a concept she had solidified at the age of 15. Thus, as a tribute to dying humans, since each man and woman was a self contained star of potential, the Major would murder them as theatrically as possible, with sarcasm, dark humor, torture, embellishment, mind rape, terror gashes, and even dark side manifesto powered bullets from time to time.
"May my death be met with thunderous aplomb. Let the absolute worst fate and grave await me. May my mind shatter, and fracture, while I am reduced to a crying, begging mess. If such is the case, then these wonderful actions were all justified, and the huntress may invoke a measure of pity in those who recount her tale, like this dead trooper before my feet!"
Ah. Good thought. Guilt mixed with masochism. Good, she was growing conscientious.
Arkan is in the bathroom, no doubt drawing breath from his screaming command, which would probably bring more angry troopers screaming Basic. Or would that be the Major's bomb? No, she couldn't make a mistake. Certainly anything wrong would be his fault. Anyway, there are mirrors in this bathroom. The one with Arkan's reflection wasn't alone regardless of the empty space behind him. It's that same chainsaw toothed smile, regarding the good Captain with all its splendor.
Mein communicator ist on. Please refrain from yelling in mein ear. Das bridge door vwill be open shhortly.
The shadow in the reflection gives Arkan its best impression of a two fingered salute with its right hand. Aye, it was just like she saw in that navy holomovie about those Limey sailors and their dancing on ships.
"Right avway, Captain!"
If Arkan managed to turn in time he would note locks of blueish black hair clearing the recently enlarged doorway in a flourish. Setting up by the doorway, the spindle of woman connects her datapad to the bridge door controls. A moment passes, then two. Her face splits into anger, and she wrenches her PDA from the slot, followed by bashing the stock of her musket into a service panel next to the opening controls. It dents, and the old bolts crack and fall from the force of the hit. The Major doubles over, taking no heed of her skinny hindquarters and the way it bounced while she juggled wires and small conduits. Apparently, she finds what she is looking for in the tangles. Something in her body language, its subconscious drawing away from the panel, denotes that something is about to happen -something risky. That white gloved hand clenches tighter, then she takes a deep breath, and she wrenches a thick wire from the panel.
!ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZT!
Quite a large shock passes through the woman's body for a few seconds causing her to stand straight up and bend everything that could bend in her body backwards in acute pain. Thank goodness the only risks she took were infallible ones. The charge passes into the deck, and the only visible effect of the hair is that her ridiculously long and sleek hair now had about a thousand of the curling antenna that usually just dominated the front of her forehead. The newfound cowlicks, oversized spirals, and fly aways bounce as if sentient with some kind of strange pleasure. She then turns to Arkan after catching some oxygen.
"Hyuah... Hyuah.... Ohhh... Ooooh... VWOT EIN RUSH!"She exclaims, mouth wide open in a smile, and eyes squeezed shut in infinite mirth while her data glasses shorted and sparkled on and off with an overload of energy, causing her lenses to spark like failing lightbulbs."FANTASTISCH! DAS IST JA TOLL!"
The Major kneels slightly and spreads her free palm towards the bridge door like a hostess of a gala event while it opens. None of the officers inside seem to take notice.
"I haf zyou all set for ein grandt entrance. Der vones inside perceive das door as closed, nor do their sensors make them any vwiser. Vhen zyou vwalk through it they'll see ein man vwisp through solidt shteel. I must recordt their telemetry data vhen eyes lay upon zyou!"
This prospect seems to have her very happy.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Jul 12, 2013 10:10:23 GMT -8
On the other side of the planet an old and rather beat up 3-Z light freighter moved through orbit, rising form the surface and making for deep space beyond the planet's gravity well. It's pilot kept an eye out for military or pirate activity on his side of the planet, but saw none as he left high orbit and hoped that meant the trip out of the system would be uneventful, a welcome change from the usual. As soon as it was viable, the freighter made a micro jump towards the top of the galactic disc, before executing another to bring it past the conflict and to the entrance to the main trade route from Rytloth towards the core. There it took a few moments to repostion before engage it's hyper drive.
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Post by Gukky on Jul 12, 2013 20:32:20 GMT -8
The doctor noted the pent-up frustration rising in the other Mandalorian who he had not yet had the pleasure of exchanging names. If it wasn't for their habit of painting their armour by numbers, he wouldn't be able to tell them apart. And they were angry. It was common among these warrior cultures that they had anger issues. Was it a lack of a mother figure in their upbringing? Or was it the fact that they spent their lives fighting endless wars that left them all so bloody-minded? At least they were good at it.
So Gukky grinned his fool's grin that said he didn't know what he was doing. Not that it took a genius to lead soldiers and kill people - it was simply that Gustav was far too lazy to want to do that himself. That's why he had Flo to do the fire-eating for him. But he had even less interest watching the Karval peck away at a terminal. Gently excusing himself, he took a walk, climbing the maintenance access stairwells in the conning tower of the destroyer, cradling his revolver in case someone tried to stop him. Which no-one tried.
The bridge was happily sealed off from the rest of the ship. But they would need to exit sooner or later. So, taking the moment, Gukky lights a light and waits at entrance B for the door to open, waving at the camera.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 13, 2013 14:41:40 GMT -8
*Rookie impatience. Seems that some of them are uninitiated in certain aspects of battle. Mostly the ones where others are caught in a trap. Arkan wasn't panicked, rather he was more annoyed at Major's tardiness and her penchant for making an entrance. Dred can't respond right away as he is busy making sure an escape route is clear and that no others can make them same effort to board the Cutlass like the rest of the pirates were doing. After a short lull, Dred makes his responce and touches his hand to his Buy'ce.*
::Ner'tat, Alor'ad Arkan has Demagolka on her way to slice the doors if she isn't there already. Be patient and let Arkan give the Orders. Savvy?::
*When done Dred continues to hold down a clear escape route with both rippers at the ready. It wasn't biting sarcasm, just a no crap moment. The Bloddrage Pirates had this under control.* |
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jul 17, 2013 9:30:34 GMT -8
The Lux Patronus rose steadily from Ryloth. Hopefully Jessa wouldn't take too long getting to Carida. Soon the navicomputer beeped, signaling it was ready to engage the hyperdrive. The stars turned to starlines as Johun engaged the hyperdrive. Carida, here we come...
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jul 17, 2013 12:21:51 GMT -8
*With the last communication given, Major and Arkan made their ways to the bridge. Making full use of her illusion powers, Arkan Blasts the Captain while everyone else is unaware. He punches in coordinates of the capital building where Crom'nen is at and launches all escape pods. With that done he then locks in the throttle and damages the controls to where they can't be fixed immediately. Once all this is completed Arkan gives the signal.*
=Arkan=
::All Bloodrage pirates aboard the Republic ship, abandon what you are doing or get left behind. Dred, make sure we have a clear path back to the Cutlass.::
*Arkan looks at Major.*
"Time to abandon ship."
*As Arkan takes off for the Cutlass, Dred is busy with keeping the entrance clear of would be escapees. Although he is good one manages to slip by, a Bothan. Who makes his way to the bridge just as Arkan and the rest arrive, enter the Cutlass and make their way to the bridge. The First mate disconnects the entrance port and watches as the Republic ship takes off like a large missile for Senator Crom'nen's location on the surface.*
*Once they all arrive back at the bridge, the Bothan has managed to capture the First Mate and take him hostage. He make the usual threat of he just wants to get back to the surface and he won't harm him.*
=Arkan=
"Remus, you've been a fine example of a First Mate anyone can ever hope for, and we can't shoot around you."
*Arkan pulls downward on Dred's shoulder and quietly gives him an order.*
"Shoot THROUGH him."
*Dred does as he is commanded and kills them both by unloading both rippers on them. As the rest of the crew cleans up the mess, Arkan turns to Dred.*
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"Dred you are hereby promoted to the Rank of First Mate. Make sure not to end up like him. Plot in a course for the terrain."
*Dred nods, reloads his rippers and gives the commands to land on the terrain. Completely using the chaos of the Republic ship hailing for help as it enters the atmosphere of Ryloth. The Cutlass and her crew make their way to introduce themselves to Senator Crom'nen.*
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Post by The Major on Jul 17, 2013 15:50:19 GMT -8
Oh, so if the Mando failed, then would the rest of the crew be allowed to summarily execute him? That wasn't a bad prospect. The operation and the path of destruction the pirates laid provided plenty of clues into each crew member's nature. Fascinating. The most direct lesson that could be derived from all of this was that this was a random bunch, and betrayal came casually. Best to watch your back at all times with these pirates.
Rather than instigate any more drama, the Fallanassi quietly falls into line with the more expendable troops following in the First Mate's wake. This of course was not a commentary on her usefulness or whether or not she was expendable: it was simply a desire to stay away from main cast of this crew for a while.
There was a distinct lack of trust.
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Post by Gukky on Jul 18, 2013 8:22:35 GMT -8
Gukky was feeling poorly. Physical exercise had never been a thing that he was any good at. Also, his stims were starting to wear off, leaving him a little nauseous and a tremor in his hands.
Who could blame him for not rushing over to help the perforated first mate?
The doctor was all too happy to be in crowd, watching the dearly departed be swept away, feeling acutely aware of his own mortality at this point. He knew all too well the stuff that Dred was under the influence of. It couldn't have worked out better. Arkan's new golden boy was a testimony to his brand's success.
Now, he needed a quiet place and a packet of smokes to settle his nerves.
Along with some of the other crew, Flo helped clean up the human stains. Pretty routine stuff, if you asked her.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2013 11:00:47 GMT -8
The trio of ships approached closer, and on inspection, found that there was some kind of boarding process in progress. However, at the lack of response, the order was given to power up weapons, and train them on the ships gathered. As this was done though, a comm message came through...a low level member of the republic fleet, he explained that the ship was being locked down and swept through section by section to drive the pirates (ah, pirates) back. Everything was apparently under control; and the Republic fleet did not want to involve an ambassadorial force in the brawl. With a shrug, Dante merely gave the order to reorient, and to jump to hyperspace...and, one by one, the ships blinked out of existence.
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Post by Jedi Knight Mahir on Oct 28, 2013 20:12:37 GMT -8
With a brilliant flash the five vessels comprising Warden Group, one 3-Z freighter and four revamped Dreadnought-class cruisers, arrive just outside of Ryloth's gravity well. The 3-Z, dubbed Twisted Fate, hailed the planet below, asking specifically for a government official with planet wide authority, preferably in the security and/or military spheres of influence. If asked to identify himself, the stenax male will respond with his name and rank within the Order; Shihab Mahir, Jedi Knight. If probed further, before getting to someone high enough to be able to act on his, or her, own authority without having to duck an inevitable forest of the proverbial red tape.
Rear-Admiral Sujay surveyed the data-feeds of the space around Ryloth. It was obvious a recent conflict had just ended in the space over Ryloth. A few minutes later, Admiral Sujay realized that the conflict hadn't ended nearly so much as it had fallen to the planet's surface. THAT was going to complicate things substantially. Now the planet would have to rely on whatever army it had to hold off the attackers, as it would be suicidal for him to open fire on republic world, even if he could guarantee no collateral damage, which of course he couldn't. He ordered the blastboats readied, and for the Dreadnaughts to take up a geosynchronous orbit of the republic cruiser's crash site, and then to await further orders. All ships were ordered to hold their fire, until ordered to do otherwise, or the situation necessitated otherwise as decided by the commanding officer.
Though their performance was still slightly under-par for a ship of their class in this day and age, these dreadnaughts at least weren't completely outclassed by the newer combat vessels flooding the space lanes. The effective performance ratings of each are as follows: With a length of 600 meters the ship is classified as a Cruiser. With a MGLT rating of just 40, it is easily out run even by most star destroyers. However, its new shield arrays, set to cover the hull in overlapping fields, and reinforced hull armor allow it to stand up to an Imperial I-class SD for several hours. The biggest contributing factor is the two large capacitor banks that drain Ion energy from the hull and then can feed it into the ship's shields allowing for rapid shield recovery. The weapons load out is slightly different from the older variants, including a chin mounted dual long range turbolaser, twenty LR turbolaser turrets(10 to a side), ten dual light turbolaser turrets(3 to either side, and two mounted on the dorsal and ventral surfaces), and three anti-fighter missile launchers holding fifteen missiles apiece(one to either side and one mounted over the bridge bulkhead). The ship requires a crew of forty-two hundred to operate it, the ship's advanced computer taking care of many of the menial tasks that required living crew in the older versions with out completely slaving most of the systems together. All in all, while a substantial improvement, it still wasn't quite a ship of the line, though its long range weaponry allow it to distance itself from its opponents to better increase its chances of survival.
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