Skirmish A-theft of the Clones! (WWS Raid of the OPA)

[Van Bri'tsyd]

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EPISODE 1 - Raid of Polis Massa by We Who Survive​

Alliance forces are under attack! In a daring raid of one of the Alliance's most secret installations, led by chaotic forces, Quarantine World III has been infiltrated! Many of the worst criminals in OPA history are incarcerated here and are about to be set free. To make matters worse the OPA's most secret and dangerous artifacts are stored here and about to fall into the hands of chaos! ...

Spoiler: OOC

Objective one - Let's start a riot!

Located in one of the many asteroids is Quarantine World III where some of the most dangerous artifacts and prisoners in the galaxy are kept isolated by the Judges. Through back channels and that darknet, you have been hired. The objective is to break into the prison, steal whatever you can, free whoever you want and cause some mayhem. Whatever happens next is none of our business, we just need the distraction.

• Attackers are free to write as dangerous prisoners, hired mercs, or high end thieves looking for a big score and / or unleash the artifacts to appease your evil lords.
• Defenders write hero stories to arrive and thwart the efforts of the baddies!

Stuff to steal…

• Ghost Matter
• Sanhedrim Drive (will make unique sub for you)
• Demons Dirt
• Liquid metal Hydrogen
• Withered Smoke

Meanwhile… in a remote cloning facility called Epsilon, alien forces have taken control of this secret location, locking down the hangers and crew quarters. These Aliens from the eastern rim care nothing for the local population and workers who live there. They have begun interrogating, torturing and killing all those who oppose them and their plans...

Spoiler: OOC

Objective two - A-Theft of the Clones
The WWSs main target is the cloning facility epsilon. With so few of their people left (See back story of faction) they are looking to begin to clone those that remain to help save their people from extinction. Their plan is rather unique as they want to steal a whole cloning facility. Epsilon at only 3km seems prime for theft and after securing an aftermarket hyperdrive and nav system they plan to hook it up and warp it away. Only snag is the native staff is being tight lipped about the security codes and well, they need some convincing. The scene starts off with the bloody execution one of the minor staffers, which was recorded and sent by secret channels by an ORION operative on the inside.

• Attackers of this objective The story will begin in the station, you can either be part of the engineering team,hooking everything up and make off with the facility, or the intel team trying to get the needed pass codes from the staff by ANY means necessary (EVIL methods welcome)
• Defenders find out about this plan through ORION connections and look to stop them. You could also have just been on station when this happens, may be a fun what the feth is going on here story for you.

Who can stop these infiltrators, these separatists, these children of chaos, before they destabilize the whole region...


*** ALL OOC - Any Attackers please fell free to join THE FACTION here. If this story is successful it will lead to a full rebellion of this hex and would love to have ya!

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[Ghrom the Molten]

Source

OBJECTIVE 2: - A Theft of the Clones
LOCATION: Command deck
ACTION: Interrogation of senior staff
TAGS: Pending​

The massive stone giant towered over they young Kallidahin scientist. His hand completely covering the flesh beings fragile head. He had the strength to to crush it like an egg but death was not the goal for once. This little one stood in his way. He was already draining her, the darkside empowering him with the ability to drain the very essence from her. Even through his massive rock hands all could here her scream, her pleading in her native tongue and basic for mercy, but there would be none... Did the Bryn,adul offer any such mercy to his people, to any in their path. No, and neither could he. Though his people could not be cloned the others, born of flesh and blood could. This facility could bring them back from the brink, but only if they were able to bend it to their will.

Now the folks of the Outer Planetary Alliance were not evil people, in fact by all accounts they were just trying their best in this messed up galaxy. Still they had resources, and what they had done to "help" was pitiful at best. One cloning facility would mean nothing to them, a drop in an ocean of resources. For those who survive it could mean the difference between life and death.

Her superiors looked on as she continued to scream, the pain of her very life energy being ripped from her. But they remained stowac, clearly remorseful for their silence but unwilling to divulge the codes needed for Ghrom and his people to fully take over the facility. He looked at them, his red gem eyes glowing with the dark side. Red glowing light, moving life smoke poured from his and and into his arm, the visual incarnation of his victims life essence being drunk away.

"Will you not talk, will you not save this innocent?" He asked his deep gravel voice booming like rolling thunder.

None answered, most not able to even meet his gaze. Clinching his fist the scientists head popped like balloon sending blood, bone and brain matter oozing through his fingers and on to the floor. Taking the limp body by what remained of her neck and shoulders he tossed the body high into the air having it land with a splat in front of the command staff’s feet. Blood flew from the impact spraying the clean white trench coats of the Kallidhin staff with her life fluids. As they recoiled Ghrom pointed to another, less senior member.

"Give me that one next"...

 

[Skajin var Imret]

QUARANTINE WORLD III
GEAR: Disruptor pistol, neuronic whip, armor in signature

Half a dozen independent distractions blossomed across the quarantine asteroid. Skajin's nondescript shuttle slid through the growing chaos like a hot knife through blue butter. The shuttle had exactly one aftermarket modification: a high-resolution lifeform scanner.

By the time Skajin ducked through the airlock into the sterile halls of Quarantine World III, he had seen a map of the species imprisoned here.

Kubaz like him, Hurikaneans like Ghrom the Molten , Keshiri like Van Bri'tsyd , the Noghri, and half a dozen other species were now endangered, and extinct on their homeworlds. The Bryn'adul genocides had seen to that. So every body counted - not just the cloning facility that Ghrom was raiding, but the uniquely valuable individuals imprisoned here.

With a handful of Noghri and Kubaz commandos at his back, Skajin headed for the highest-security cellblocks.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: About to go to Quarantine World III with five thousand birds of doom
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 3 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 1 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
Accompanied by: Five thousand (5,000) Churi, clad in Beak of Dooms and Armor of Dooms.
Allies: Agents of Chaos | We Who Survive
Enemies: Outer Planets Alliance
Tags: Open!

Scherezade leaned against the exit door, her hand rummaging through a bag of cheese cubes, a wicked grin on her face. The carrier ship she was on positively reeked with the smell of Churi. Endless Churi, packed in close quarters, where they had been for a few hours now. The birds shrieking was migraine inducing, which was why she'd brought ear plugs with her. It made life so much more comfortable.

The Agents of Chaos had been granted a wonderful opportunity. We Who Survive, through prior contracts, had told them when they were coming, and soon enough the two agreed to show up on Quarantine World III together.

Scherezade hadn't done anything in OPA space since the day the Agents of Chaos lost the rebellion on Zonju V. She would've easily forgiven them for that win, had it not been for the time her own sister had been held in OPA captivity afterwards. That alone had spread the seeds of her festering will for vengeance, and the agreement with the WWS could not have come at a better time.

For the event to raid one of their planets, Scherezade had decided it was high time to test the Churi of War out on the field of battle. They were… Well, Churi. And they were pissed and angry birds right now. It was perfect. Each of them was fitted with armor for protection, a beak for damage, and a laser for some more damage. They were going to sow chaos once they were all on the ground, and that would help both AoC and WWS while they made away with yummy things.

As the light overhead turned green, Scherezade put her cheese cubes bag down and stood up.

First, the Churi would go to ground, in pods carrying about a hundred each. Those were many pods, and it wasn't certain that all of them would make it alive to the planet, but… What the heck. Churi were cheap. You could even eat them if you were into that sort of thing.

"All right, our turn," she grinned once all the birds had been dispatched, the carrier suddenly feeling very quiet. But still smelly. It was a good thing her entire body was clad in bird-protective gear in the form of garbage bags glued together, to keep all the smell out. Once she was in the pod though, she discarded them, and let her hair loose. That was much better.

Whoever was with her, they boarded the pod, locked the door behind them, and dove for the planet.

It was time to let chaos reign.

Spoiler: Agents of Chaos tag list

TK-1104
A'Runda
A'Sura Den
Al'Taylor Quarnz
Alyva Terrix
Anesia Jy'Vun
Angelo Cavataio
Anse Baenshaol
Aoife Ironborne
Ashla Vella
Aster Jen'allé
Bacu Topol
BB-4001X
BB-610
Bedrovelse Hevn
Brie Jaxx
Romund Sro
Bryn Celli Ddu
Celestine deWinter
Custani Valcho
@Darren Shaw
Darth Libertas
Kainan Wolfe
Deviant Val
Dexter Zytros
Dyre Redwave
Eli-Mae Forrest
Erden Tarkhan deWinter
Eryn
EW-031
Finette Frai
Gna Grimwasp
Hanna
Herah
Ingrid L'lerim
I Irina Esta Klaus
Mellifluous Magenta
Jai'galaar Gred
Jaranamo Sal
@Jeremiah McFarlone
Jin
Judas of Vahl
@Kainan Wolfe
Kamyrin Gyvolis
Karlie Lynn Destat
Karma Jayne
Katerina Vaden
Keshar'atar
Kyrinov
L8R
Larentia
Lash
Lieutenant Walsh
Leeroy
Madalena Antares
Maximus Kreel
Middenface McNulty
Moe
Muad Dib
Myrium Okar
Nashiro Tsuia
Neyana
Nighthaunter
Nix Scamandros
Nyree Justice
Octavius Bellator
Orron Typho
Petra Cavataio
Pom Stych Tivé
PrincessNatalie
Qaheesh the Scorned
RadioWhisper
Razelle Breuner
Be'iqaronn
R Reyn Australis
Ruby Sky
Salem Norongachi
Sasmay Cull
Scherezade deWinter
scifipoinsettia
Sentiri
Seraph Sin
Sir Orionus
Sussh
Tae-Rai
Tanno Rand
The Third
Tek Kkak
Tempest Yore
Thalliesin Bard
The Bridesmaid
The Maverick
Tobias Dib
Vale Vynar
@Valrayne
Vant Dehringer
Vaulkhar
Verdun Veroza
Wegli Jinrang
Will Westender
William the Bloody
Wonderworker
Xandyr
Xenro
Y Yeetus Deletus
Zachariel Steelblood
Zaldros Sabolte
Zel Nar
Zenva Vrotoa
Ziggard Blackstar

 

[Herah]

Location: Tagging along with Scherezade deWinter
Wearing: Phase I Haywire Armor, Talisman of Counterspell
Wielding: 6 Elemental Grenades, R28- Precision Rifle, 2 Nightsister daggers, 2 K914-smgs,1 R91 Assault Rifle (All ammo to these weapons have been outfitted with Glitter Bullets, 1 Energy bow. 2 Raven Knives, 2 Whimsy Knives, 2 Phase Candles, Whimsy Shield
Allies: Agents of Chaos | We Who Survive
Enemies: Outer Planets Alliance
Tags: Open!

Herah was ecstatic almost with the prospect of new toys and tech to steal and use as she practically danced into the drop pod with Scherezade deWinter , She was armed and reayd this time for pure mayhem and theiving that was all she was here for, She waited as all the Churi left before she boarded the pod the moment they did and the pod launched she checked some of her gear making sure they were all locked and loaded and ready for immediate use. She had alot on her which was more then she normally carries but she had ideas in mind and things to go for with their new friends helping them this'll be a load of fun for her as she waited with the others to land and beging the chaos

 

[Sasmay Cull]

WIELDING: 4 Whimsy Knives[, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 2 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons -(One is outfitted with Glitter Bullets), 1 R12 LMG, Half a belt (3) of Chaos Gas grenades, Half a belt (3) of Elemental Grenades
WEARING: Phase I Haywire Armor on top of UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit

The birds stank, and Sasmay doubted she would be wearing this Haywire armor for much longer after this job. At least not without some deep scrubbing and a couple of days in some simulated sun. Or she could just get a new set and let someone else suffer the bird smell. She watched the birds get dropped, and quietly wished to not be going down to the planet to watch the things works. Having nearly had enough of the pecking and excitable jumps every here and again.

She watched Herah slide into the drop pod, and followed behind her shortly after. The LMG was carefully held upright in her hands, avoiding the chance for it to be knocked around when left on her back. She was thankful that her suit was sealed as she watched Scherezade deWinter disrobe from the garbage bags, putting the idea to the back of her head to remember for next time.

 

[The Fool]

QUARANTINE WORLD III
DOCK A

By bribing, cajoling, extorting and threatening, the rag tag crew of the Undoubtedly had been able to set up a smuggler's ring on the asteroid idiotically named Quarantine WORLD III (???). This was no proactive endeavor, of course, after all, Rackham and Hayato showed proactive characteristics only when it came to drinking and gambling. This was mastermind idea of too-hot-to-be-a-Sith Sith Lady Valerya Tion . For whatever reason, Roman had learned, Lady Tion had an unhealthy addiction to artefacts and cults.

Presently, after going back and forth with valuables from the asteroid to Sith Imperial space for weeks, WEEKS, Captain Wynter Rackham and Roman Hayato were docked on Dock A for a little break. They needed to replenish energy with something else other than spacer food and the entertainment of sabacc with the asteroids melancholic guards. All was going well, all the effort they had put in for their invaluable Valerya Tion stamped paycheck was paying off. It was a good day to be a scumbag.

Or was it?

When the alarms blared and drop pods rained on their parade, quite literally, the pair realized they weren't the biggest scumbags this side of the galaxy. What they didn't expect, when they jumped off from their seats around the sabacc table, was that these bigger scumbags were...turkeys? Clucking, or whatever the hell of a sound they made, this hellish invasion of birds charged beak first into whatever they saw. Guards scattered to positions, some firing back at the turkeys, others closing down doors further into the prison.

Roman found himself behind a makeshift cover at the first line of defense against the drop pod invasion. Dock A was a large open space used for resupplying (and for the smuggler ring's scehemes) so it proved of great advantage to the unknown attacking forces who seemed to possess overwhelming numbers. Amidst the rain of pods stood steadfast the Undoubtedly, Rackham's personal ship. On top of it a turkey was diligently trying to beak its way inside. That was a helluva expensive wiring down the drain there.

"What the hell is going on?" Roman discovered the art of speaking in the midst of the chaos. Wynter hardly seemed to have the answer.

Skajin var Imret Scherezade deWinter Herah Sasmay Cull

 

[Wynter Rackham]

Buddies: In short supply, but currently The Fool
Villains: Turkeys. A lot of freakin' turkeys. Also probably Scherezade deWinter | Skajin var Imret | Herah | Sasmay Cull
Objective: Start the Deep Fry.

TRACK I

When Roman Hayato comes up to you and tells you he has a sweet easy job nobody can blame you for being skeptical.

It turned out to be...

Well, not easy, that's for sure. They had spend weeks on this. Slow. Integrating themselves with the vault personnel. Somehow Hayato's contact already had most of the groundwork done. Which was disturbing to Wynter. If they could get to these people, what else could she do? Either way. It worked out for them here. They spend the next couple of weeks taking it slow. No, nobody tried to take the whole vault content at once. Instead they kept probing for weaknesses.

Taking one or two artifacts with them, replacing them with bogus replica chit.

Today would be the day however. Nothing could go wrong. They had parked their ship nearby, they faked the necessary papers and even managed to pin a patsy. The rest of the vault would be theirs for the taking.

Wynter was giddy.

It would be absolutely perf- cold wet shivers started running up and down his spine. Eyes widened. That's when the alarms started ringing. "Oh, no... no, no no." Wynter groaned a split-second before the emu cavalry knocked through the doors.... well... ceiling more like. He dived over the cover, revolver already at the ready, next to Roman. "How the feth should I know, Hayato? I know just as much as you do!"

He peeked out over the cover.

The revolver roared and impacted the emu on top of the Undoubtedly in the side. Before he could repeat the gunfire, a beak swiped out from the side and head-butted his hand. This caused his next shot to go wide. It also caused him to fly back a few meters.

There was nothing quite as intimidating as a big arse birb coming at ya.

"Little help, Hayato!" His spectacles had flown off his nose. It was really difficult to line up a shot, while panicking and everything being blurry.

 

[Skajin var Imret]

QUARANTINE WORLD III (ASTEROID)
MAXIMUM SECURITY DETENTION SECTOR
ALLIES: Scherezade deWinter Herah Sasmay Cull and 5000 armored not-turkeys
PROBABLY ENEMIES: The Fool Wynter Rackham

Skajin's earbud comm crackled with updates from his ship. Exactly as hoped, the Agents of Chaos had provided an industrial-grade distraction. A miasma of defenders' panicked confusion rippled and pulsed in the Force. Skajin permitted himself a small smile under his helmet, a wrinkling of his proboscis.

The small team of Kubaz and Noghri commandos neutralized the first cellblock's security in moments. Polis Massans compensated for their lack of physical stature by purchasing serious guard droids, but those guards had never been meant to go up against Noghri. Skajin stalked through remains that sparked against the deck.

He punched a vibroblade through a cell's primary field emitter. Inside, a tattooed and hulking Pa'Lowick stood up, lips trembling at the end of his skinny proboscis. Skajin reached out and delivered memory, awareness that the Bryn'adul had destroyed both their homeworlds. The Pa'Lowick whistled keenly in pain and abject fury.

When Skajin turned his attention to the next cell, which held a carbon-scored Glottalphib, the Pa'Lowick followed.

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

Source

OBJECTIVE 2: - A Theft of the Clones
LOCATION: Main Engineering
ACTION: Installing of the way out
TAGS: Pending
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While Ghrom the Molten and his dark wizard ways attempted to pull the security codes from the Van was taking a more covert action in this caper. His "Survivors" had taken the lower engineering areas and were beginning the retorfit of the old Silk Worm class hyperdrive into the station. As the station was never intended to move, this was gonna be a tricky installation.

Lighting a death stick and lifting it to his lips he took a long drag and blew it into a scared Kallidahin engineer.

"Ok, so kid I'm gonna do you a favor, you wanna live, you like living right? Good now here's the deal, all you friends are gonna stay alive, as long as you help us install this hyperdrive. Now be a good little white faces freak and convince them to live." Van said.

The Kallidahin quickly nodded then ran over to the rest of the group before speaking in his native tongue. Soon after the group began taking up spanners and other tools, seeming to pitch in with the repairs.

 

[Fulcrum]

FACILITY EPSILON
Van Bri'tsyd

"This is Fulcrum. I'm in."

Agent Darksword lowered his smoking adjudicator to wedge an anti-security blade into the security blast door's tampered control panel. He didn't even spare a glance down at the two alien bodies who were until very recently on patrol duty as well as still breathing. The countdown to their first missed check in had already begun.

It was not difficult navigating the clone facility incognito. These pirates or Imperialists or whoever they were didn't conduct themselves like trained special forces. They'd seized control of internal sensors but there were always countermeasures. A single sentry posted outside engineering's upper decks glimpsed his stealth suit's macrogoggles for a surprised instant before the adjudicator let off a muffled pop which cored out a chunk of skull.

"Standing by to breach," he murmured to a faceless voice on an encrypted comm line.

The operative began feeding a cabled microdroid under the bulkhead. He needed eyes on main engineering itself if he was going to have any hope of minimizing collateral damage.

 

[Lucien Kenston]

Location: Quarantine World III
Objective: Get Money
Allies: We Who Survive
Enemies: Whoever gets in the way
Tags: Open

Lucien's freighter pulled out of hyperspace to a galaxy-class view of the giant astroid facility. His crew was tipped off on Nar Shaddaa to a big payday in OPA space, and they couldn't resist. Clone facilities? A prison holding criminals and artifacts of great value? In.

He wasn't exactly sure what his objective was or who he was fighting with, but Lucien's a learn as he goes type of guy. Their contact just said cause some mayhem, so thats what they were going to do. And, as far as big jobs go, this was their first one. So what could go wrong?

The view of the facility became clear as they approached. Seems they were late the party. "I'm gonna bring us in nice and slow, be ready for anything." From the command bridge he could see where the action was, drop pods were raining down from a carrier ship above. "Ok, well, just gonna just steer nice and easy away from all that." Lucien turned to his crew chief, "Pull up those schematics and get me a landing dock for the prison that isn't getting torn to shreds." The two peer over nearby entrances before Lucien points to one decisively, "Dock X, like 'X marks the spot', right?" Lucien was laughing but the crew chief just stared blankly back at him unimpressed. "No one has a sense of humor around here.. Opposition looks light over there anyways. Lighten up everybody!"

Lucine pulls the freighter into safely into the dock and peers over at the security forces assembling below him. "Ground team, lets get ready to kill some folks! With kindness." The ground team continued to get suited up despite Lucien's further attempt at comedy. "Guess I'm the only one on it today, huh." Lucien barged his way to the exit door, ready to lead the team out.

"Blasters ready please."

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

OBJECTIVE 2: - A Theft of the Clones
LOCATION: Command deck
ACTION: Interrogation of senior staff
TAGS: Ghrom the Molten

She was late for her appointment.

Learning that OPA had a cloning facility with specialists highly skilled in the ‘art’, it would be a long shot, but Abaigeal had decided to see if they could somehow manipulate her genetic structure to lessen the sith spawn in her. Deep down she already knew the answer, but she was willing to put herself up as a guinea pig for the first round of trails. If it got that far.

Although she had come to terms with it all, years ago in fact, there was still part of her that wanted to have a choice in the matter. It was not as if her parents had considered the facts when they had her and her brother, and genetics being what they are, things have gone in any direction, but the darkside remained in her counter to her wishes, her thoughts, her desires to be something else.

She had to admit, that sometimes having the aura of the darkside was mighty handy, especially when in the company of sith and the like. By first things first, find out if it is possible and if so, she would have to dig deep within herself to see if she truly wanted to get rid of it. All she wanted was the choice.

Abaigeal entered the turbo lift that would take her to the top levels to met with one of the senior staff and start the guided tour of the facility. Something was prickling at the back of her neck, the closer she got to the command level, the more that sense of something was wrong sat heavy on her mind. The lift doors opened into the corridor, everything was silent and still and not a soul in sight for such a busy place.

It was so stark, white and gleaming from floor to ceiling, so sterile and lifeless, not a splash of colour anywhere. Down the corridor to the right, the sign directed her to the room of the appointment and when the doors opened, all she saw was red and the scent of blood filled her Cathar senses.

Before her stood a mountain of rock.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Location: About to go to Quarantine World III with five thousand birds of doom
Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 3 Nozhi Blades | 1 Whimsy Knife | 1 Whimsy Witch Knife | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | Tessen | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets | The Parasite
Accompanied by: Five thousand (5,000) Churi, clad in Beak of Dooms and Armor of Dooms.
Allies: Agents of Chaos | We Who Survive
Enemies: Outer Planets Alliance
Tags: Ghrom the Molten Herah Sasmay Cull The Fool Wynter Rackham Skajin var Imret Van Bri'tsyd Fulcrum Lucien Kenston Abaigeal E'ron

They were not turkeys, they were Churi. Churi of war. Behind their armored bodies and helmeted heads that could shoot lasers, were such wonderful faces, so full of the will and the need to just destroy whatever lay in their path.

And for the moment, nearly five thousand (a few had died on the way down) of them were running berserkers across the surface of the asteroid someone thought it wise to name a world. It was mayhem. The Churi were as of yet not fully trained birds of war, but someone had decided that it was good enough to send into a location like this.

The birds ran back and forth in complete and utter panic, the lasers from the forehead of their helmets shooting out randomly. Sometimes, those shots landed on the other churi. And some of the shots that landed, ended up ricocheting, their lasers blasted off by the shiny shiny durasteel that made their armor.

Each of them sounded like this, and nearly five thousand of those came together in a rolling forward motion, turning the asteroid's otherwise more calmer air into one that was all violence.

Scherezade kept her eyes shut tight as their pod made its way from the ship down onto the grounds of the asteroid. She loathed this part of any mission. It didn't matter that she'd once made an atmo-jump without any protective gear; being fried alive inside a pod had always been one of her few fears, no matter how many times she'd done it.

Their pod made a safe landing. Scherezade consulted her map for a moment to determine where they'd landed.

"We're on the other end of the prison compared to our comrades in chaos today," she said, pointing. The prison lay exactly between them and We Who Survive. Narrowing her eyes, she pointed at the dockyard. "Might be civilians or other no-good-doers there. But we can't get any artifacts if we go that way."

Switching the map off, she turned to Herah and Sasmay. "So maybe we need to make sure no one can get away through there at all. Turn the asteroid into a large hunting ground."

She ducked, a red laser shot by one of the Churi missing her head by three inches.

"So let's go!" she shouted, and turned to start her run towards the dockyard, unknowing that The Fool and Wynter Rackham were already there, dealing with the birds who had landed much, much closer.

 

[Ghrom the Molten]

OBJECTIVE 2: - A Theft of the Clones
LOCATION: Command deck
ACTION: Greeting new guest?..
TAGS: Abaigeal E'ron

A woman of pale skin and dark hair entered casually into the command area before coming to rest at the feet of Ghrom. Behind him a Kallidahin officer hung like a man from a noose, the life being choked out of him. Turning to look at the new being that had entered his presence the fire of his dark purpose glowing through the slits of his mask. Turning to the soldiers of his command he lifted a stone finger and pointed to her.

"Seize her..."

Stepping forward three nondescript humanoid soldiers in full armor raised their weapons to her, along with a massive Glottalphib with sharp teeth and fire bubbling up in his throat. The three would be the first to respond, running toward her to encircle and trap her.

 

[Van Bri'tsyd]

OBJECTIVE 2: - A Theft of the Clones
LOCATION: Main Engineering
ACTION: About to get breached
TAGS: Fulcrum

Van had heard nothing from his sentries, no warnings and they were still minutes away from their next check in. He had no reason to worry at this time, and no reason to suspect an enemy agent was outside engineering. He and his platoon instead were over still working on the hyperdrive installation. As he watched the Kallidahin engineers worked, many seemed to be sweating profusely, working harder than they should. Now one maybe able to chuck this up to nerves, or a strong work ethic but something was sticking in his craw. Unable to sort it out he decided to run a test of sorts.

Calling one of his Brubb soldiers over he asked them to brew up some Avabush tea . The soldier smiled and did as he was asked and soon all of the captive engineers were taking a break and drinking up. After a few minutes he casually walked over to one of the human engineers and asked. "So how are you all betraying us?"

"Oh we are going to rig the power converters to overload and explode..." they said casually before realizing what they had done.

"Oh good anything else?" Van asked.

The worker now realizing their mistake refrained from talking trying to not make it worse. Van pulled his enforcer pistol and held it to the engineers head and looked sternly into their eyes.

"OK lets do this again, are you doing anything else to sabotage us?" Van said.

"Yes... if the overload doesn't work they can shunt power to stall or starve the unit." they replied.

Van nodded in silent understanding, then blew the nearest Kallidahin's head off their shoulders.

"Check all the converters and power system in general, make them fix their mistakes and if they make any more, put them down."

​

 

[Herah]

Location: Tagging along with Scherezade deWinter
Wearing: Phase I Haywire Armor, Talisman of Counterspell
Wielding: 6 Elemental Grenades, R28- Precision Rifle, 2 Nightsister daggers, 2 K914-smgs,1 R91 Assault Rifle (All ammo to these weapons have been outfitted with Glitter Bullets, 1 Energy bow. 2 Raven Knives, 2 Whimsy Knives, 2 Phase Candles, Whimsy Shield
Allies: Agents of Chaos | We Who Survive
Enemies: Outer Planets Alliance
Tags: Ghrom the Molten Sasmay Cull The Fool Wynter Rackham Skajin var Imret Van Bri'tsyd Fulcrum Lucien Kenston Abaigeal E'ron

Being in a drop pod being sent skyrocketing down to the planet wasn't one of the ways she normally takes to get down here but she seemed to enjoy the ride on the way down, She noted Scherezade keeping her eyes shut during the whole ordeal, Not everyones going to enjoy the experience so she wont judge. Once they landed she readied the Precision rifle first while she wasn't much of a sniper with these weapons she enjoyed the alt fire, But she looked at the map that Scherezade presented observing it and committing it to memory as much she could while she listed off where to go and where to not go.

Artifacts was the main reason she was here she wanted whatever she could get her hands on and use it for future projects and the likes so she kept with Scherezade and Sasmay the goal was simple really, Make the asteroid into one big hunting ground should sound simple enough so she kept with Scherezade when she darted off keeping with her as she kept her senses on alert and observing the surroundings while they traveled.

 

[Sasmay Cull]

WIELDING: 4 Whimsy Knives, 1 Nastirci Combat Knife, 2 HG-88 ‘Big Iron’ Hand Cannons -(One is outfitted with Glitter Bullets), 1 R12 LMG, Half a belt (3) of Chaos Gas grenades, Half a belt (3) of Elemental Grenades
WEARING: Phase I Haywire Armor on top of UL-13 Corporis Skin Suit
ALLIES: Agents of Chaos | We Who Survive
ENEMIES: Outer Planets Alliance
TAGS: Ghrom the Molten Herah The Fool Wynter Rackham Skajin var Imret Van Bri'tsyd Fulcrum Lucien Kenston Abaigeal E'ron

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Sasmay was not as bothered by the pod ride down, but it wouldn't be noticeable to anyone since her helmet hid her face from view. On the shaky ride down however she made a point to look around a little bit, noticing Scherezade deWinter seemed a touch uncomfortable while the other most certainly was not. When they landed, Sasmay took the chance to pull the LMG off her back before keeping a careful eye on the large roaming herds of war-churi as lasers occasionally landed alarmingly close.

She wondered quietly if the birds could be trained to aim as Scherezade deWinter oriented the group with her map. Sasmay still struggled a bit with a map, her helmets navigation system the sole reason the woman found her way around as often as she did. "Mean's none of the artifacts can leave the planet also if we hunt everything down. They shoot they get shot." Sasmay shrugged.

The small twitch of her head in a half nod was all the more she gave as she followed behind the leader, LMG swaying back and forth as her eyes darted between the Churi laser shots.

 

[Abaigeal E'ron]

OBJECTIVE 2
: - A Theft of the Clones
LOCATION: Command deck
ACTION: Interrogation of senior staff
TAGS: Ghrom the Molten​

The scene around her was gut wrenching, with blood over the floor seeping freely from the what was left of the head of the deceased. A telekinetic pull slides the body toward her, raising it in the air and throwing it toward one of the men, hitting him knocking him down. This gave her enough time to turn toward the others moving into position to surround her.

She took two steps back and raised her arms. The force pulling into her hands as she unleashed a push powerful enough to send two of the armoured men flying crushing into the hard metal walls of the command room. Abaigeal’s lightsabre flew to her hand and ignited the blue blade, humming and spitting.

The man hit by the body was on his feet again, blood coving him from head to foot, but it did not stop him raising his weapon and firing several bolts. Her left hand shot forward, absorbing each shot and creating a ball of energy which she returned to the man with speed which he was unable to counterattack. His armour did not save him.

Behind reared the Glottalwhatnow? She looked at his wide eyed, never seeing such a being before. No creature, this was a sentient being and intelligence flicked through the eyes, which were directly piercing her without any sense of mercy. It’s mind corrupted through the darkside of the force.

It opened its horrid mouth, throat ablaze with a build up of flame, it’s chest pulling in air to fuel it before spewing fire at her. Abaigael run, her feet hit the slick patch of blood on the floor and she slipped sliding across the surface on her backside. It was a blessing that she did as fire roared over her hitting the back wall and the unconscious men, now aflame.

For Scherezade deWinter 'ms. They love a hose.

 

[The Fool]

QUARANTINE WORLD III
DOCK A
CREW OF THE UNDOUBTEDLY - Wynter Rackham
TRACK TWO

"Little help, Hayato!" Wynter's call shifted Roman's attention away from the hunting of rampaging armored turkeys. His eyes widened at the sight - a bar brawl between Rackham and...a darn turkey. Fly like turkey, sting like a bee. The Thrilla in Artefactilla. The beaked soldier wasn't giving the man no quarter. Unfortunately for it, this was no fight bound by rules and it found itself tackled by the 6'3 professional problem-solver. Wrapping its neck tight before giving it an executioner's shot to the head.

The executed turkey's second cousin, twice removed, Beep Beep could not let such an act of debauchery go unpunished. The path of the righteous turkey s beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil smugglers. Blessed is Beep Beep who, in the name of vindication and retribution, strikes down upon thee, Roman Hayato, with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy My Brothers. A divinely ordained laser was fired at the sinner - Roman - straight at his butt. He coiled like a devil from holy incense and rolled painfully behind cover next to Rackham.

Beep Beep screeched furiously aware the sinner was still alive but before he could take further action, Rackham had found his gun and sent Beep Beep back to its maker - Ol' Mcdonald. An anticlimactic and less than satisfying end to a pious crusader of Ol' Mcdonald. And that was that.

Roman peaked out of cover, sweat running down his brow from the shot at his backside, and assessed the situation. Turkeys trampling guards, secret traps being triggered materializing into autoturrets firing at the crusade and three female-looking humanoids armed to the teeth coming up from behind the sanctified charge of the horde. As a veteran of the FO-GA war through his days as part of Force 12, the deadly commando wing of anti-imperial terrorist organization Nebula Front, Roman had learned the importance of decapitating the serpent's head. Chop the head off and the rest will follow. He had no doubts that these three were behind the call of this crusade, and not Ol' Mcdonald.

"Wynter." he growled through gritted teeth at the Captain of the Undoubtedly and pointed at incoming armed trio. "These three are how we end this." Roman scanned the area quickly and jerked his head at a cover parallel to their current one but atop a ramp, then, "Get up there, it's a good vantage point and try offing them. I will cover your ass." he shoved the man away with a "Go, go, go." and then popped out of cover and started firing straight at the three women relentlessly.

Skajin var Imret Scherezade deWinter Herah Sasmay Cull