A True End to a Great Warrior

[Matreya]

(First off, tagging people I feel I have offended a lot [For whatever reason: IRL issues taken out ICly, Maturity, etc] so you may either actually choose to try to save Val or just watch it burn. Second, as a way to attempt to show you all Im working on being a better player for the site, by ridding it of my main perpetrator; Kasamann. However, its going to be a one on one between himself and Rave, as she will be the one to capture his spirit and thus truly stop him.)

Val'halla, a home to the Gods, the cradle of life if you believe their legends, and now to be a battle ground of epic proportions. Having spent months planning an attack on Annaj, Kasamann had instead chosen a place he would find much more suitable. From there, he named multiple targets: [member="Jared Ovmar"], [member="Mikhail Shorn"], [member="Alen Na'Varro"], [member="Lucianus Adair"], [member="Hannibal Oryen"], [member="Spencer Jacobs"] and [member="Rave Merrill"]. It wasnt as if these were the prime targets for optimum damage, but rather those little pieces that build to the greater picture - the necessary parts.

Next in his plot to doom his own people, and old allies, came damage: how to bring the highest concentration he could for the swiftest time he could manage. At first, down right destruction had been the plan, but then with the addition of needed members, it had to have changes. So first, Kasamann went and gathered all of his old ships (4, cant remember the names but they were freighters. Their weapons are unimportant anyway so) to stuff full of as many undead as possible. His Rancor, the Maalraas, the countless humanoids, all rearing to go.

Then, it was a matter of the invitation. Piggy backing off of James Armor Companies server signals wasnt to hard, as Zaiden had programmed all of the initial coding. Encryption keys, passwords, all of it had changed, true. But when you continue to use the same old computers for your company, that have been around since your previous boss left, theres a possibility he can come back with an upper hand. Sending out numerous messages, all would receive variations of the same initial plan, with each bearing an incentive more to the personal choice factor:

To whom it may concern,
We at JAC, would like to formally invite you to visit our Headquarters' Tower the last week it is in your sector. But this is not simply a visit either, when you get here, expect a [insert random star destroyer type tech] schematic and much more.

Signed,
Mr. Daemon.

Now he waited. When the next peice toppled, his lines of ziggzagging dominoes would fall with it.

 

[Lord Ghoul]

Shorn's datapad pinged. He happened to be at a bar enjoying his half-dozenth shot of whiskey. He took out his datapad and glanced at the message, then snorted. He typed up a quick reply.

"To: JAC
From: shornbreaksthrones@holomail.net

Thanks, but no thanks. Go kriff yourself. "

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

JAC did not have access to Hannibal's Email. This was because Hannibal did not conduct any type of business with JAC, which was because JAC was run by schmucks.

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was once again staring out over Valhalla. He despised the planet and all its people but it needed a guiding hand to return it to the fringe fold, Lucien supposed his hand was better than most. His tenure as military governor had been rocky, the people clearly disliked martial law. In the beginning the people had expressed this distaste through riots but Lucien had swiftly put them down. Thus the rebels adapted more subtle means, so it came to pass that every morning the bodies of Lucien's pawns would be found in the street and every eving more alleged traitors would adorn Lucien's gallows. At the currant rate Valhalla would be devoid of people within the decade.

Lucien's silent observance was interrupted by the soft swish of the door to his office being opened. This was followed by tentative foot steps "good evening" Lucien said making no effort to look at the newcomer "My lord, Several people of note have been invited to the head office of JAC, you were not amount them" Lucien turned slightly shocked plans were in motion to move JAC from fringe territory, he had no idea what Mr. Daemon was doing but he did know that nothing happened on the planets he ruled without some involvement from him. Lucien therefore resolved to attend, after all how was he to know it was a trap. "Organise a convoy I'm paying Mr. Daemon a visit"

 

[Velok the Younger]

Rave, as it happened, was already on Val'halla, seeing to the security and expansion of Mohc Extractives' phrik mines. Seeing as she'd obtained Mohc from J.A.C. in a sort of hostile takeover, and seeing as she had no Fringe position anymore, she wiped phrikite dust off her forehead and hopped in a cloud car, Warden-class.

Because an incentive this good was not to be trusted. And a Warden-class could make most untrustworthy things very trustworthy indeed.

The cloud car slashed through Val'halla's atmosphere, making for the JAC facility.

[member="Kasamann"]

 

[Matreya]

Considering whom Kasamann was, and the talents he had ascertained, to believe he didnt connect with Hannibal was beyond doubtful, but none the less, thus far Shorn had replied the negative, and he sensed Ms Merrill approaching. Moving from the roof of the tower, Kasamann, 'the schmuck' that had nearly defeated the Fringe, headed within.

His massive tail twitched hard, in anticipation of the upcoming events. <Phase two, go.> His voice traveled to the mind of Pexim whom was in nearby orbit. With that command, all of his ships would be on the move. Once near enough to the ground they would drop their cargo, before using the very ships themselves as weapons. But he still had afew moments, likely long enough for Rave to get there, before it would truly begin.

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kasamann"]

Four freighters showed up on the Warden's long-range sensors, and Rave's unique sense of alchemical things began to give her an itch. She'd felt this before, when hunting down the last of Zaiden's zombies.

The stealthentaur was here. And he was out for blood.

She tallied her assets, as any good alchemist would. The Lonesome Gun strapped to her thigh, the sword in the cargo compartment, and her Ring of Aza'zoth, plus a Derriphan's Eye longknife. By some standards, it was perfect. By others, it wasn't nearly enough.

Oh, and she was flying an X-Wing equivalent at Mach 2. The Warden combat cloud car was a beautiful thing. Whole squadrons of them defended the phrikite mines; this one would serve well enough. She arced toward the nearest freighter, probing ahead with the Force, and found it unpleasant to the touch. She knew undeath in pretty much all its forms, and the Sith magic version was no exception; her master, Sirella Valkner, had been this era's greatest Sith sorcerer. Though the actual spells were somewhat beyond her, or at least she'd never tried them, her alchemist's senses gave her a nice clear picture of what was on the freighter. Monsters were her stock in trade. Her primary specialty.

A pair of concussion missiles ripped out at the freighter at range; she rose gently to put her angle of attack above the missiles' trajectory, and her quad lasers pounded at the freighter. At a good three, four hundred metres away from ground, the fall would turn even Sithspawn zombies to inert pulp, to say nothing of the force of the explosion. There was, however, a good chance that the other ships would land before she could-

"This is Rave Merrill to all Fringe Confederation forces. Four freighters converging on locales near JAC headquarters are carrying undead. I believe Zaiden is on site and am moving to engage. Request containment protocols but not full eradication."

I have the means to kill him forever, she very carefully did not add.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

[member="Kasamann"] [member="Rave Merrill"]
If you've never seen a Warden combat cloud car up close... you should. Sexy. As. Hell. Those missile hardpoints? Outdated, but stang did they get me excited. I mean, not that excited. I'm not a weirdo or anything. Seriously I'm- You know what, let's just move on.

So there I was looking at one of these cloud car beauties, on planet 'cause I'd been contracted out to help consult on the phikite mines security, when all of a sudden a message came through the official Fringe comm channel.

"What the-" then I heard the message. "Oh stang." I pushed the mechanics away and scrambled my way up into the cockpit. "Commandeering this craft, Fringe security purposes."

A mechanic waved his hands furiously "Hey, we can't just let you-"

"Sorry pal," I cut him off. "Sue me later."

I clambered inside the cockpit and ran through the pre-flight checklist at lightspeed, then I seized the yoke and lifted off the ground at considerably less. I headed toward JAC HQ in my beautiful new borrowed-not-stolen craft, ready to shoot first and ask questions later, especially where purple centaur boy was concerned. I'd been briefed on dickbag Zaiden James Greyson more times than I can count. He'd given the Fringe a lot headaches. Megalomaniac who thought he could topple the government or something, not that he'd ever come close. He had pretty spectacularly caused the near annihilation of his planet on more than one occasion though, so I guess that was something.

 

[Allyson Locke]

Ding Ding Ding

The tone repeated itself muffled under some garments that hung off the dresser. A body shifted under the sheet and her blonde head poked out. Looking towards the dim red light on the datapad, Spencer frowned and looked towards the older woman who was with her. A bit of frustration on her face she sat up from under the sheet and brushed aside her tousled hair from her face to get a better view of the darkened room.

“As much as I want to ignore it and continue, I better check it make sure Ibbie didn't terrorize the babysitter again.” Sitting on Ashin's torso, Spencer leaned forward and dug out the datapad. At first glance she had no clue who the sender was and then quickly reading it she saw the mention of schematics. Groaning, she was upset she stopped to look at an email that was mis-sent to her. She forwarded the message to someone who would know if the schematics were worth something to the Fringe. Pressing the silent button, she looked down at her lover and smirked. “It was nothing important.”

Camera pans out as the blonde kissed her lover.

End Scene


Ty for the invitation, but I can't participate in a large scale thread - my schedule prevents me from being consonantly active daily - good luck [member="Kasamann"]

 

[Matreya]

(My apologies [member="Spencer Jacobs"], should have contacted everyone OOC before hand. This was more of a hey if you guys wanna watch as Zaiden really fully dies, per Jon and my own convo. Thank you [member="Dak Canton"] for posting also.)

After sensing the woman whom would likely pose a devastating problem, Kasamann had immediately moved his mental presence outward. He was near finding the woman when she showed herself. In the form of an attack, of course. Moving as swiftly as his Shadow could, Kasamann moved towards the pilot of the attacked craft. Having now located the man, it would be far easier to pull his next feat, which was shifting from Force Shadow to Mind Control. He knew little of the uses, but could manage minor thinfs, such as making the man trip to the side and thus jerking the controls as well.

When the ship turned hard, the craft was struck along the rear side, to which began an instant descent. The pilot once more attempted to..well pilot, but there was little he could do save manage a not so deadly landing. In the end, what would have been a complete destruction of the ship and its contents, turned into a semi useful weapon: the bodies that managed to be hurled from the craft as it struck, now sprayed their contaminated blood every where. This, with the effects derived of said contamination, would turn any dead found nearby. What could one expect from something like this? At least a few dead ground side. As well, for his awe and joy, he sensed that not all within the ship had perished. Several dozen zombies survived, of the hundreds, and moved to kill any they could find.

The other ships, now neared JAC Tower, where is shot down the government could find a serious political issue: As it was clear now that the actual company had nothing to do with events, damaging the building would break contracts, be attempted mass homicide, and a lot of other things. However, this wasnt even part of Kasamann's plans. He simply wanted his creations near at hand for if any other Fringer showed.

[member="Rave Merrill"]

(And if at all possible, do you think either of you fine admin could delete my mistake posts above?)

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kasamann"]

The problem with going Mach 2 was that one could not just turn around and drop further concussion missiles on the freighter crash site. Rave snapped off another pair at a second freighter as her Warden combat cloud car screamed past.

Daemon's message and the location being indicative of JAC complicity, she shed momentum and touched down on top of the tower. She scrambled to unbuckle and leap free of the opening canopy, Entropy in her left hand and a blaster pistol in the right. She landed her jump gently on the tower roof, scanning for enemies.

 

[Matreya]

Being far nearer to his own person, Kasamann reached out with the force and gave a powerful shove against the nose of the closest explosive, sending it straight into its companion. Though Rave's target was still to close, and so suffered a deep rocking but other wise fought to hold its position, ending a few dozen feet above the tower itself.

<Drop Becky.>

With that, the weaker of his Rancor twins dropped from an opened hatch, accompanied by a few Humanoid Zombies of random makes - a Zeltron, a few Humans, even a couple Tera Vampir from his recent excursions. When she touched down, Kasamann was already speaking to the other ship that held Max and Big Boy, the Bull Rancor he almost loved, telling them to move neared to the ground. Fringers would risk their own people if they attempted to take it out now, more so then before.

Then, Becky saw her newest target and lumbered at the petite woman.

[member="Rave Merrill"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien had since gathered his escort and was making slow progress from his house on Valhalla to the headquarters of JAC. Unlike his counterpart rave Merrill Lucien wasn't in a cloud car he was sat in the back of a luxury speeder. It had zero combat capabilities however it was armoured and carried a high grade communication system he would just have to hope he wasn't attacked.

Raves message came as no suprise , Lucien lent forward to address his chauffeur "inform the convoy there has been a change of plan, we are going to the central military base". The chauffeur nodded and Lucien closed the screen between himself and his driver. Lucien needed to ensure the continued survival of vallhalla , he set up several calls the first was to the head of Valhalla's military " I am raising the security warning level to red, I want all non government employed citizens into their homes within the hour arrest those who do not comply furthermore I am ordering that any ship not bearing fringe codes is to be shot down beginning in one hour, you are dismissed" Lucien didn't wait for a reply before ending his first call and moving to the second Valhalla's chief of police.

"Officer I am putting out an arrest warrant for one [member="D-Man"] and I desire that your officers begin setting up strategic zones and attempt to isolate the attackers, you will of course have army backing" the chief concerned his orders then began his own calls.

Lucien's final call was to his assistant. It was clear to Lucien that Daemon had breached their agreement and as such Lucien intended to keep his promice and ruin daemon. "You are to begin steps to impeach Mr.Daemon as chief executive officer of JAC and summon the board to a meeting on Annji within fourth eight hours."

By the time his calls were done Lucien had arrived at the base. It was from here that the defences of Valhalla would be coordinated. Already reports of zombies were coming in it was going to be a long night.

 

[Darth Odium]

[member="Kasamann"] [member="Mikhail Shorn"] [member="Hannibal Oryen"] [member="Lucien Cordel"] [member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Dak Canton"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

The simple GR-75 medium transport "Stormbringer" dropped from hyperspace. The grey hull flecked with spots of orange rust sat slowly drifting in space with the planet of one of his former guest in the distance. Many had died not long ago during a little ritual he had invited them too. One had been revived another very wise soul of a powerful hutt now lived in his necklace, 250 slaves now were a part of him but three, a special three had gotten away.

Odium had not come to kill or capture this darksider, no, that would be foolish and unexperienced he most certainly was but foolish he was not. He had underestimated the guest at the mock auction once. He would not repeat his mistake. The gand findsman that Odium had hired sat at the helm beside him. The creature's multifaceted eyes unblinking as he sat in silence. This time was for study but he did not expect what he was about to see, not by a long shot.

Odium went to the communications suit and began activating the various computers he had canabalized from various sources in the republic and other public areas. The system was a cobbled mess from first glance but it had a great deal of capabilities. He sent a signal to local holonet relays and bounced the signal off the holotransmiter. The encryption was not advanced and they could trace it back to his ship but he was confident that he could reach hyperspace before he was reached.

Odium used the signal to tap into the planetary systems and used it to get a small feed from local holonet transceiver. H3 activated the feed and several gritty images came up on his various view screens. Then with his view enabled he sat back, popped open a beverage and watched.

(I couldn't miss this sorry.)

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kasamann"] had just dropped an undead rancor on top of the JAC tower. Rave wasted exactly zero time in gesturing at the Warden combat cloud car with the tip of her sword as her mind sought the controls she's so recently been handling on instinct. A button on the joystick twitched once, twice. The last two concussion missiles fired point blank, turning the rancor to fireball. Rancor flesh, cooked beyond possibility of infection, spattered the towertop.

The Lonesome Gun barked a handful of times, and zombies fell and fell hard, never to rise again. She flicked her bladetip at the nearest door and it unlocked, letting her pass into the uppermost levels of the tower.

When Kasamann had requested that she aid Talith in putting him in this new body, the package of alchemical reagents involved had contained, among other things, her own blood. She followed the Nightsister blood trail unerringly, down into the skyscraper, just a flight-suited girl with a sword and a gun.

 

[Arage Bao]

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Kasamann"] [member="Darth Odium"] [member="Lucien Cordel"]

In response to the message Ovmar was pretty surprised, it seemed a bit ridiculous that they hadn’t also changed the hardware inside the company alongside with the passwords and other security leaks. It made few sense, but in the end the situation was the same. The Stealthhorse was back, and yet again threatened everything he held dear.

This was a situation that had to be rectified, permanently. Which brought him to the question how Kasamann had found himself in Fringe Space without any trace. It seemed strange that after eradicating zombies in a previous thre-- time that he had been able to smuggle them all into Confederation Space.

Again, it mattered little, the situation stayed the same. Fleet Op was standing by to lock down the system if for some reason Merrill failed in subduing the opposition, not that Ovmar had any doubts of her prowess. But in the end it was better to be safe, than sorry.

He personally found his way surface side, and reached out with the Force towards the Nightsister. She probably didn’t need any help, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t offer. Besides, ain’t every day you get to see the Battle of Battles.

“Merrill, ain’t saying you need help. But I am on standby, if you want it.”

 

[Matreya]

[member="Lucien Cordel"]

Under the command of Fringe leadership, the police moved to a planet not policed, to arrest an innocent man. Having been nearly a thousand miles away, working on the Factory that would replace the headuqarters, Damien was arrested with surprisingly little issues. That in itself, showed he was stupefied about the precedings.

The Fringe Council would have to explain that HoloReporters, and Politicians - lets make a company our own, sponsor them, then arrest and attempt to impeach an innocent man.

[member="Darth Odium"]
(No prob. If i read that right, your transmitting the viewings also?)

Odium would find little against his will in the time since arriving. Lucien Cordel already reined in on civilians, the threat of death or arrest far to high for them to remain. Thus, no one could deny the connection established by the Darth. When Rave went inside, seeking her opponent, Odium would find it now even easier to see the proceedings as every 5 feet there was another holocam within the building.

One couldnt sneeze without retaliation from JAC security - if they were still there.


[member="Rave Merrill"]
<Drop em all. Put Big Boy as close to the front as you can. Level D.> Kasamann called to his pilots, to which the bigger craft instantly opened its hatch and let the zombies all fall. Most landed on the many extending levels of the tower, thus needing knly open a door to get inside and seek out food. But the only being inside was Rave, so she would find herself against hundreds of Zombies of all make - all trapped within the buildings middle and higher levels.

By this time the elevator opened, and Kasamann clomped his hooves before stepping off.
(Just woke up so my grammar is horrid. Trying to remember a word but cant. Lol the Zombz all basically fell onto one of a couple Patio's then went inside. Dont judge)

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Kasamann"]
She was, she realized through the Force, the only non-zombie in the tower, apart from Kasamann in the bottom levels. Implications included how the feth did the headquarters of a major corporation get emptied out? and why the feth am I trying to fight my way down?

Delaying tactics. He was trying to make her run a gauntlet, weaken or tire herself before she faced him. She'd descended about three levels in the tall tower. Sword and gun got to work as she reversed course, back up the stairwell. As Kasamann reached the bottom of the tower, Rave slashed her way through the leftovers to reach her cloud car once more. Now that she had a bead on him from the blood trail, now that he'd placed his assets-

She gunned the repulsorlifts and the cloud car's wings slashed through a small crowd of zombies as she skidded off the tower roof. She spun the repulsorlift attack craft. No missiles left -- but four military-grade laser cannons began to make short work of J.A.C. Tower. She fired low, thunderous quad shots that shook the entire structure, aiming to bring down the structure and crush the horde within it. Zaiden, Kasamann, would be able to get out for her to engage him; if he wasn't, if this killed him, she could invoke spirits with Sith magic, and then bind him with the Lonesome Gun. But at a guess, this would only reduce the undead problem and set her up for an actual face-to-face fight.

 

[Marcus Tritum]

"Need a hand?" My voice broke across the comms to [member="Rave Merrill"] as I pulled the 'borrowed' Warden combat cloud car up to hover next to its cousin.

Didn't take a genius to see what my employer was doin'. Takin' out the tower with all the baddies inside. You bet I wanted in on this.

Fingers wound tight around the joystick, I targeted the structural points in the tower most likely to bring it down. Years of SpecForce demolitions training came into play and I depressed the big red trigger on the joystick. A pair of concussion missiles shrieked from their tubes and headed straight for the tower, contrails in their wake. Two balls of flame joined hands and merged into a massive fireball, but I wasn't quite satisfied. I fired another two concussion missiles after the first salvo, then leaned back and watched the show.

[member="Rave Merrill"] [member="Kasamann"]

 

[Lucien Cordel]

Lucien was met by his generals and the chief of police they updated him on what was going on "be gentle with [member="D-Man"] , there is a slim chance he is just complacent as opposed to guilty put him in a spacious cell on Skye I will look over the JAC camera footage later and decide what to do with him"

The armed forces of Valhalla lay at Lucien's use. Whilst [member="Rave Merrill"] handled [member="Kasamann"] Lucien would set about cleaning up the streets. " force the traitors army into a single zone, preferably an uninhabited one and then bomb them" Lucien spoke as if his plan was as easy as counting, it was not. Lucien nodded to his councillors then moved toward the armory "get me a tank I'm going to get my hands dirty"