A Distress Beacon... [OPEN]

[Desmond C'artyom]

[SIZE=11pt]“Sir, Charge is set,” A chiss replied as he backed away from the door.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Stack up, we’re going in hot,” Desmond said[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The Chiss agents lined either side of the door and prepared to make entry. 5. 4. 3. 2… Desmond counted the seconds down in his head. The door abruptly blew inwards and the closest chiss to the door threw a flash grenade. A deafening BANG was heard. The chiss ran inwards firing at the pirates as they stood hopefully dazed and confused. Stun rounds. But, still enough to paralyze a man.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]“Find cover! Suppression fire and move!”[/SIZE]

 

[Andor Callro 457]

Andor, Twitch and Fiel continued tentatively down their path, till the explosions rocked their position. Knocked to the ground, the trio sat dazed and confused as the stun grenades went up. "What the ever living kark was that?!" Fiel asked, having dropped his rifle to the ground and rubbing his ground.

The trio looked up as the figures ran in, "Sithchit!" Twitch screamed, before being knocked out by the stun rounds.
"Kark you, you pirate bas-!" Fiel began, before being paralysed.

Andor was last man up, and before he could come up with a one liner, he was out like a light.

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Aboard the Chaser, the crew was resting outside the cockpit. "They're taking too long." Corporal Devan Goldster opined, "If there were any survivors, they'd be back."

"Cool it Goldie." Private Hernan Corell snapped, "They're probably finding it hard in this kark awful weather."

Goldster sighed, "How long do you think it'll be before we can say they-" Goldster began, before being cut off by a roar from the cockpit.

[Get in here, both of you!] Kersha roared at the top of her lungs, [Two ships, incoming! And I need someone on comms.]

Hernan leaped to his feet, followed by Goldie, and stormed into the cockpit Kersha gestured to the comms panel, [Just get something out there!]

Hernan nodded, and flicked the console on, and tuned it to an open frequency. "Unidentified ships, this is the Chaser. You looking for that distress beacon too?"

@N'Jay Crowe | [member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Butch Mahan]

Mahan waited in the large hangar in the underbelly of the Indictor Star Destroyer, the sole hangar of the entire ship. He knew it would take some time before the Imperials already on the surface were to arrive, but something seemed amiss. The feeling of irk unwavering, he brought up a comms device hanging on his belt, opening a direct channel with the captain of the vessel, "Captain Saas, have the Imperial Intelligence personnel acknowledge our hail?" The captain responded surly, "There has been no response from the preliminary Imperial force on the planet, Grand Admiral. But we have received a transmission from a civilian vessel on the planet." Mahan questioned the source, "The same vessel that sent out the distress signal?" "No sir, a vessel that, form their claims, found their distress beacon as well. They were transmitting this message to our Sentinel Landing Craft, who relayed this to our Comms center. Shall we take any course of action, Admiral?" Despite the channel being voice restricted, Mahan shook his head, "Proceed with the landings, order them to disable their ship for Imperial inspection, and continue hailing the Intelligence vessel." "Aye sir," The captain responded. Displeased, but still mannered, Mahan waited longer for those Imperials on the surface.

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The two Sentinel class Landing Craft settled gently on the icy surface, their bay doors opening dozens of Stormtroopers to the elements. Quickly they unloaded their cargo, twenty four E-web Heavy Repeating Blasters, and a total of twelve 74-Z speeder bikes between the two of them. The company's leader, an experienced captain, emplaced several of the E-webs on the perimeter of the transport craft, establishing a defense in every direction. Satisfied with his fortifications, they loaded two of the E-webs on the back of speeder bikes. Around two dozen, minus two, manned the bikes and took off in the direction of the ruckus, only a kilometer away. The captain, now left with nearly eighty men, split his two forces in half, one to defend their ships, and one to carry out their mission here on the planet. Handing over command of the offensive force to a trusted Lieutenant, they marched off into the cold winds towards the crashed vessel, to join the fray of Imperial Agents, Aching Pirates, and On Leave Soldiers.

@N'Jay Crowe
[member="Myles Vylumnar"]
[member="Andor Callro 457"]
[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[N'Jay Crowe]

N'Jay didn't know who else was here, but he did know he didn't want to stay any longer. he was almost at the airlock he blew open. then he heard the explosion he was not to far away and he stumbled on the ground, the explosion plus the wreck must have weekend the ship. because a piece of the ceiling fell on J nocking him out and pinning him where he was.

[member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | @Myles Vylumnar

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

"What the kark was that!?"

The entire ship shook and rumbled slightly after an explosion went off somewhere. It was followed by yet another explosion and blaster fire. Kaz frowned, raising up the sniper rifle as his feet lifted into the air, wings batting rapidly.

"Come with me, and don't try nothing stupid!" he said, dragging Jay over to the common area.

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MYLES VYLUMNAR​

Cramped in a hidden compartment...​

"What the kark was that...?" echoed throughout the ship's air vents, presumably heard by anyone near the cargo bay. It was not long after the other two had left, but Myles still had an entire of Chiss operatives to worry about. At this point, there was also a group of unconscious people and an entire platoon closing in on the ship's position. It turned out The Stargazer had garnered a lot of attention...

A panel from the ceiling of the cargo bay rattled and soon dropped to the floor, echoing through the dark ship. Out peaked the head of Myles Vylumnar, his view upside down and dazed. He crawled out from the compartment, just barely landing on his feet.

"This is not good..."

[member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | @N'Jay Crowe

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond C'artyom surveyed the situation. The ship had gone quiet again. They were just inside the hall that led to the back of the ship and the air lock. To the left of them was a door that presumably led to the cargo hold. Desmond motioned to two of his Chiss squad mates.

“You two. Get some grav cuffs on these men and check for any kind of ID,” He said quietly. They still weren't sure who else was aboard the vessel. That’s when they heard something coming from the cargo hold. It could’ve been one of the other ships occupants.

Desmond walked to the door and carefully placed an ear to the frame. “Not good…” Came from the other side of the door. Desmond placed a voice amplifier to his throat and spoke.

“Attention, all aboard this vessel surrender immediately for Imperial aid. Any found with warrants or the intention of piracy will be detained,”

He quickly clipped the voice amplifier back to his belt and motioned his squad over to him. The door was thick, apparently someone had activated the cargo bay blast doors. They would have to use the plasma cutter again. Desmond withdrew his torch and slowly began to cut away at the door.

Aboard the Rogue Sun…

“Sir we are receiving another transmission from the Grand Admiral,” The comms officer said frantically as his hands danced across the controls. The first mate who now sat in the command chair put a fist to chin thoughtfully. “Tell them all agents are currently engaged,”

 

[Andor Callro 457]

Andor woke as the two Chiss began manhandling him and dragging him to his feet. "Oi, get your greedy little mitts off of me mate!" The trooper barked, immediately on the defensive, he struggled against their hold. One fist broke out of their grip and he slammed his fist into one of their faces. He kicked his feet against Twitch and Fiel, who began to stir. "Oi morons, get up."

The two others slowly woke in a haze, but Andor couldn't get away. The Chiss were back at him, and punched his gut, forcing him to double over. . "Pirate scum!" Andor bellowed, "Karking comin' 'ere and getting ready to murder some blokes in distress!"

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Aboard the Chaser, the crew were dumbfounded. Empire? Out here? This was Wild Space. No Empire had any jurisdiction here. "Well, what do I say?" Private Corell asked, "I can't just tell them to go kark themselves? Can I?"

Goldie shook his head, "Say it, there's no Empire out here. Those Remnant karkers are knocking about elsewhere. They're too busy playing with themselves than to actually begin doing this."

"Could it be Alliance?" Corell asked, "I mean, I don't think they call themselves an Empire." He then sighed, "Look, I'll deal with it." He turned the commlink on "Hey, uh, what Empire? I don't think we're in any Empire's jurisdictions here. I mean, like, no offence of course, but like, we're not in any borders here. I don't mind being inspected. But this is, this, well, free space, right?" he then turned off comms, and looked at the two, "How did I go?"

Goldie rolled his eyes, "Wimp."

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Myles Vylumnar"] | [member="Butch Mahan"]

 

[Myles Vylumnar]

Imperials? What were Imperials doing out in Wild Space? Myles assumed it was another one of those sects that they laid claim to, even though they technically had no jurisdiction over the area. Regardless, he breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the Imperial's voice echo throughout the ship. His relief, however, was rather short lived.

Oh chit, the drugs!

It hit him. He was just about to turn himself in when he realized he was still packing a load of illegal contraband. Even though he'd emptied his last supply, Myles remembered that he still had a small stash tucked away in one of the hidden compartments. Luckily, he remembered exactly where it was: The bathroom. Myles began to panic as a plasma cutter began cutting away at the blast doors. He quickly and quietly rushed off to the bathroom, grabbing one of the satchels hanging in the cargo bay along the way.

As he opened the bathroom door, it immediately reeked of piss and insect-poop. The floors were flooded in toilet water. He also noticed a pair of beer bottles and a stack of... explicit magazines. Probably Kaz, he assumed. He reached behind the toilet seat, pulling open a small compartment. An aromatic stench filled the bathroom air as he popped it open. Myles would reach his hand in and pull out a couple packages of rankweed and some crude (the drug), stuffing them in the bottom of his satchel. He reached in once again to pull out a handful of deathsticks. It was followed up by several pocket-sized jars of spice, ranging from shades of green to yellow, red, and even blue. By the time he had emptied the compartment, the satchel was filled to the brim with various... substances.

"Dammit, Kaz... Where are you?"

Just then, he realized the best idea was to flush it all down the toilet. Sure, it'd just end up in the snow outside, but with the storm picking up he figured they wouldn't even notice it. Thus, he started pulling out jars of spice and cracking them open. He did so hastily, pouring jar after jar of spice down the toilet. He followed up with the deathsticks, and then finally reached one of the packages of rankwee. He tore it open and started dumping it. It got to the point were the toilet was just full of soggy, illegal mush. Myles flushed the toilet.

Nothing. He flushed it again. Still nothing. He tried once more, and finally everything was sucked down the drain. However, the water failed to refill the toilet bowl... It was clogged. Myles never thought he'd ever get to a point in his life where he clogged a toilet with drugs, but his life choices had led him to this. Unfortunately, he still had another package of rankweed and two more of crude, with nowhere to flush it down...

[member="Butch Mahan"] | [member="Andor Callro 457"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"]