Access Denied

[Subject 37]

Bloc 3
Allies: [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Kaine's NPCs"] | [member="Xian Valart"] | [member="Kael Rose"]
Enemies: [member="Janeth Farr"] | [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Dyxra'a"] | [member="Delilah Keyes"] | [member="Mara Kellarov"]
(After this I am only tagging people in Bloc 3)

Slevin landed on the landing pad of Bloc Three with a hard thud, the rocket boots on his armor blasting on for just a brief second to break the jerking fall that he'd taken from the roof above. His entire body seemed to shake for a moment and the duracrete below him became blackened and scorched.

Behind him the Human Replica Droids he'd taken with him landed in quick succession, two or three dozen falling with loud thumps and cracking the ground where they had landed. Each one of them was immobile for a moment, impassive as their synthetic bodies adjusted to the fall. He frowned for a moment, glancing back just long enough to ensure that at least some of the soldiers had made it one piece. As soon as he moved however the HRD's began to shift, their various silhouettes reshaping to their full height.

The Crime Lord smiled for a moment.

This would be the first true test of Coratanni's Synthetic Enforcers. Until this incident they had been little more than a pipe dream, but as he drew himself up and began to walk forward he couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride. The droids fell into step behind him, each of them moving in sync.

Slevin shifted his weight, drawing his pistol and flicking it up. A pop rang out as he fired at one of the cameras at the edge of the platform, his gaze settling on the Ray shield in front of him.

"Destroy the equipment." His voice was cold. "Kill everyone that moves."

They weren't here to make friends.

The Crime Lord glanced up for a moment, waiting for his ally.

 

[Aver Brand]

Bloc 3
Bae 1&2: [member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Bae 2’s Murderbot: [member="Six-O"]
Sulky Nephew: [member="Onley Xiangu"]
Broody Niece’s Current Side Ho: [member="Xian Valart"]
Allies: [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Kaine's NPCs"] | [member="Kael Rose"]
Enemies: [member="Janeth Farr"] | [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Dyxra'a"] | [member="Delilah Keyes"] | [member="Mara Kellarov"]

As ordered, the Thousand were moving into Bloc 1.

Though, perhaps, moving in was too generous a term – ‘barreling through like an avalanche’ seemed more appropriate. Tripping on drugs and armed to the teeth, the band of ravenous mercenaries were doing what they did best.

Well, the only thing they could do, really. They were carving, shooting, and exploding their way inside. Whatever and whoever followed would walk a path of smoldering cinder and crackling circuitry put out of commission until the next century.

Aver was nowhere near this carnage. (A tragedy.)

She was instead landing next to the bloodthirstier half of the Thawnes and his army of pet… droids. Fleshy droids. Joy.

The Equalizer hadn’t brought a platoon. She’d brought her partner in crime – and other things besides – which was more than enough. Even overkill, perhaps, when she considered the black smear of a presence spilling across the lower level of the Access. Aeons could pass, and her touch would still strike a chord deep inside.

With a pleased shudder, Aver reached out to the woman, far below. What an unexpected surprise, dear. Come to dance with us?

All three of them in one place at once?

Almost seemed unfair.

A thin smile curled her lips behind the faceplate. Her favorite odds.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

Location: Bloc 1 - Nar Shadaa​

Objective: Destroy the Collective​

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The Bounty Hunter had opted to working for the Collective, yes, but his contract to Gorba outweighed this more than anything. If one didn't stick to their contracts what kind of man were they? It was all about repeat business, and Fett believed that The Hutts would be around much longer than this Collective, especially with what is going on now. He was battle-tested, hardened and the perfect choice for a mission that required complete annihilation of a particular group.

His blaster raised and his weapons armed to kill. The walking weapons platform kept his pace, scanners and eyes everywhere at once. If they weren't right here, where would they be, somewhere. It may even be a surprise for the Collective to spot him working against them, he was apart of the Sleens that they hired. Emphasis on was. That increasingly growing and militaristic group would soon branch out and develop their own ranking systems, law & order. Something Fett wasn't for, he answered to a higher law: his own.

Fett went from one roof to another, utilizing his jetpack as he watched the street below for any of his former associates. The Collective weren't much in the way of fighting, the Sleens were their only defense and he knew that. If he spotted one he'd no doubt take action, always did want an enemy of his put in carbonite. Time. It was running out.

Allies: [member=Gorba the Hutt]
Enemies: [member=Janeth Farr]

 

[Loray Tares]

Location: Bloc 3

[member="Aver Brand"], [member="Matsu Xiangu"], [member="Slevin Thawne"]

Loray looked somberly outward, more quiet than his typical self. He felt disconnected, far removed the passion that should have stirred from such conflict. In truth, he hadn't quite understood the impact of such an accord. In particular, the ability to create as much trouble as it resolved.

He felt the aura of another, far below and moving over the world like a black plague. Worlds apart or standing next to her, it felt the same. The presence of a God, there was hardly a need for them to be there at all.

Around them, Droids swarmed in command of their ally. Loray watched, red visor on a slow swivel, as he flexed his hands for the weapons that didn't encumber them. Aura of malice poured out of him in blackened tendrils, begging the question of whether this was him or if the Soul Saber had hitched a ride along for this expedition.

Only when greeted with proper reason, would such uncertainty be resolved. Until then, he lumbered foreword, looking for random items that might make due as a weapon - destroying equipment in line with the Droids. Kill anything that moves.

Perhaps Loray shouldn't take that literally, looking around towards allies and hidden enemies alike.

 

[Faceless]

Location: Bloc 1

Ah, faction squabbles. Although he had tried to keep his company out of these sorts of things, his attempts of establishing connections had actually made him change his tune. The Collective, based around the sects of information, weren't quite capable of handling themselves in combat... Which just so happened to be something that the Sleens were more than adept at. It was the perfect partnership, if only it had been allowed to build up a little longer before people began to come and burn things to the ground. Alas, this was the business, stuff like this happened regularly and Faceless wasn't surprised one bit. At the end of the day, credits talk louder than anything else.

Having set up a snipers next at bloc one, the changeling had made sure that every avenue was covered. He remained up high, slugthrower rifle at the ready in the event of the first sighting of hostile contacts coming into his scope. Though through all the preparation, he knew that they were going to be outnumbered. After all, Nar Shaddaa was prime Hutt territory, it wouldn't be surprising that every little favor and contact was called in on the Hutt's side to give them the overwhelming advantage. There were really only three ways that this could end up; all of them dying, being sold into slavery or somehow getting their rear ends out of harms way and finding a new place to settle; though it was hard to actually pin a bet on any of the three fates that awaited the Collective. All he knew was that he was doing his job in the vague attempt to form a strong bond with the Collective, and not one to shy away or back down from his decisions, to success or death, he'd prepare himself to face the onslaught.

He saw Koda flying in over the rooftops, training his scope and his vision solely upon him. He had never really trusted the Mandalorian but now that was going to be put to the test. Would his associate fly his true colors?

The clock was ticking.

[member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Darth Imperia]

Location: Bloc 3
Objectives: Survive.
Allies: The Collective (In Scene: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Wes Rykker"])
Enemies: The Compact (In Scene: [member="Slevin Thawne"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Loray Tares"])
Music: Disco Inferno

Assault Unit 818-K did not like her team's odds. Mind you, her team consisted of a mercenary she'd never heard of and a Mandalorian from the same clan as the man who had started this whole conflict, so she felt she had good reason to be cynical. Still, the Board had trusted them enough to hire them on, and it wasn't 818's place to question her superiors. Still, the situation made her nervous. Now, nervousness was not something that 818 experienced often - but to be fair, it also wasn't often that she went into a battle knowing her team was going to lose.

Speaking of battle - it looked like the party was about to get started. Servos whirred quietly as the cyborg rose from her seat and strolled out of her station in the surveillance room.

"Munin, Rykker," 818 chimed in over the radio, unerringly cheery as always. "We've got company. The Shield's stopping them for now, but they'll get through it sooner or later - so meet me at the chokepoint." There was a grunt, more out of habit than actual exertion, as the cyborg accessorized.

"Oh, and make sure to bring something heavy."

 

[Ras'Kel'Kanto]

Ras'Kel'Kanto​

Location: Bloc 1 - Nar Shadaa​

Objective: Support the Collective​

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The Duel.
Bloc-1 rooftops
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Set music.
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There he is.

Ras trailed his cross-hairs behind the distant silhouette, which was nearly invisible against the amber tinted skyline. He disliked the smuggler's moon for that very reason as it's horizon was little more then bright strip of neon, which constantly confuses his photoreceptors. It was the faint glow of his target's jetpack that got the cyborg's attention, and it was the emerald colored glint that confirmed Ras's fears. "All Sleens, this is danger team." He allowed for a half second pause between transmissions, plenty of time for the rest of the company to pause and listen. "Danger confirms enemy contact. Doubles is in play, repeat, Doubles is in play." Doubles was Sleenspeak for opposing contracts, as the Sleens often found themselves hired 'against' each other. The typically policy is for both mercenaries to meet and discuss how they're supposed to get out of this mess, but this particular Double doesn't seem to be in the mood to talk. Kanto stared at Koda Fett though his electronic scope, and rested the cross-hairs just over his oldest comrade's heart.

The Sleens knew something was up when Koda suddenly broke ties; pulled his credits out and vanished without so much of a word. Ras wasn't surprised as he knew Koda disagreed with the Sleen's evolution, just as he knew about Koda's arrangement with Gorba the Hutt. They were hired shortly after Janeth went missing, a contract that was built on the back of the Steel Sleen's reputation. A large job like this can make or break a budding mercenary outfit and Faceless wanted a contingency in case Fett appeared under another contract. Out of all the Sleens, it was Ras'Kel'Kanto that was closest to Koda. They've spent years together, tracking and butchering up and down the Outer Rim. He knew Koda and knew he was the only Sleen capable of effectively handling Koda.

Ras suspected that his target would claim higher ground and positioned himself accordingly, prone on top of a tenant block's fire-escape. While rusted from abuse and age the fire escape nonetheless served as the high ground among the rooftops, as the tenant block was a single story higher then most of the surrounding buildings. Ras simply waited for Koda to move in range, waited until Koda's emerald colored breastplate took up the entirety of his scope. He braced his powerful shoulders against the stock of his repeater, adjusted his aim slightly to handle the recoil and took a eep breath.

Then he sent a fully automatic spray of blaster bolts hurtling towards his closest friend.


Allies: The Collective
Enemies: Koda Fett

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett
Location: Bloc 1 - Nar Shadaa
Objective: Destroy the Collective

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Nothing. Nothing came up on his scanners as he traversed along the rooftops. Then suddenly a ping, something was moving fast, to fast to be someone going about their day - something to take note of. He froze, turning quickly to face the direction of the ping. With his rangefinder folded down over his black t-shaped visor, he was able to scan any and every lifeform that came into his view. His vision shifted from across the way and then vertical as he scanned the building. But that's when it happened. Crack, Pzzt, Phwoosh. The bolts came towards him. The bolts were narrowly avoided him as he had yet another brush with death. The emerald armor with hints of orange and red darted out of the way, placing themselves behind a low wall that he traversed along in order to remove himself from where he was thought to be. Meanwhile the flurry of bright color headed his way, colliding with the wall around him, searing some parts of it off. He couldn't stay here for long.

The Bounty Hunter no doubt believed this to be one of the Sleens, maybe 'Faceless', who else would be on a rooftop. Though once he managed to peak around and catch wind of who the shooter was he definitely didn't expect it. Ras? Hmph. They may be after him, and who better to send then Ras himself. The lizard knew his fighting styles, but that didn't make Fett an easier target. Maybe even a harder one if Ras let his emotions in, Fett always knew to keep them out of this line of work. So far it served him well. The man was cold, callous and detached from most. Though Ras knew more about him than most, he still knew very little, the Bounty Hunter served himself. It was lonely at the top.

Koda was gone, nowhere to be seen, not even behind that low wall. Wherever he'd gone Ras'd have to be carfeful, the infinite amount of tricks up those Mandalorian sleeves could be fatal, and have proven to be in the past. Ras knew this much. Chooh! The sound of a missile, one of Koda's, was audible. The garbled sound of it seemingly burning away followed as it launched itself up from behind a building, heading directly to where Ras was. No doubt easily avoidable, but it'd hopefully give Fett the time to press the attack.

Allies: The Compact
Enemies: Ras'Kel'Kanto

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Allies: The Hutts & Allies | General Mayhem | Superbae [member="Aver Brand"]
Enemies: Civilians | The Collective | [member="Ras'Kel'Kanto"]
Location: Building away from Bloc 1
Force:

Spoiler

Dark Honor Guardhttp://i.imgur.com/tvvFj8w.jpg [2]
Sith War Swordshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Sith_war_sword / Light Shields

Deathhttp://i.imgur.com/qexEnYZ.png Trooper Assault Squad
Incinerator-class Particle Blastershttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/96108-incinerator-class-particle-blaster/ [8]
Model MGL-1http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Model_MGL-1
Riot Shieldshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Riot_shield/Legends / Force Pikes [4]
CR-1 Blaster Cannonshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/CR-1_blaster_cannon
Incinerator-class Particle Blastershttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/96108-incinerator-class-particle-blaster/ [2]
Baragwin Flamethrowershttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Baragwin_flame_thrower

Storm Commandohttp://i.imgur.com/OrNYLvn.jpg Overwatch
E-11s Sniper Rifleshttp://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/E-11s_sniper_rifle [4]
Incinerator-class Particle Blastershttp://starwarsrp.net/topic/96108-incinerator-class-particle-blaster/ [4]
Model MGL-1

Reptilian eyes flickered open. The air inside the building was still and dry, the vent system keeping only a small portion of the planet's smog from the skyscraper. Red scales shifted atop rippling musculature and thick cords of sinew. If there was one good thing about such a form it was the physical power it contained. One day, perhaps soon, the Sith would know the strength he had known long ago. Twenty odd years in Netherworld changed a person, much like being torn and ripped back from the dead and shoved into an ill-suited, imperfect form. Sergon, the former occupant of the flesh Vulkan wore had been an imbecile with no understanding of the Force, leaving Vulkan to start with nothing and build from there.

Tasting the air, the reptilian stood the others around him snapping to the ready. The black cloth of his trousers clung to his legs, leather wrappings covered his feet and hands, armored bracers and greaves colored black on his forearms and shins. Around his shoulders a tattered black cloak with red embroidery hung loosely, the small red scales and skin of his chest exposed, a single deep scar over the heart the only reminder of what once was.

One of the many benefits to being back from the dead, was that others worshiped that ability, even if it was not your own. In Vulkan's case, former One Sith military and pirates with little or no comprehension of the Force had been easy to sway. Even the so called 'elite' were not difficult to convince of the Sith Lord's supposed power. Two beings in red cloaks instinctively flanked the large lizard creature they served, brandishing their weapons protectively. "Provide this one's alliez with Overwatch. We shall move in after the worst fighting iz over." A clawed hand fumbled with a single metallic disk.

A handful of soldiers in black armored nodded, moving to find cover within the building where they could fire at the defenders of the main bloc. The claws of Vulkan's feet tapped impatiently against the cold metal flooring, fangs exposed in a silent snarl. Allies? A simple word that implied so much about two groups when so little of it was true. His ship needed supplies, his people needed weapons, and he needed information. Once those things were obtained either side meant little to the Sith. They were not even worth the time it would take to destroy them or bring them to heel.

Black armor glinted in the dim light just beyond the red scaled being, shifting men and women ready to move at the snap of a finger. Ready to kill, burn, and die at their master's whim. Blind loyalty, the only real loyalty.

(I'm not really engaging anyone at present, just background noise)

 

[Ras'Kel'Kanto]

Ras'Kel'Kanto​

Location: Bloc 1 - Nar Shadaa​

Objective: Support the Collective​

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The Duel.
Hab-unit seventeen
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Set music.

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Eight seconds.

The explosion was deafening, metal and stone doing little against whatever explosives Koda packs his warheads with. The fire-escape, as well as the room behind, have been reduced to burning crater of girders. Screams echo around Ras'Ke'Kanto as the cyborg squatted within a restroom designed for a species fall smaller then Ras. . He abandoned his original position shortly after lost track of Koda, having slipped though the window nearest the fire-escape. Ras ended up inside the small apartment flat, and managed to make it into the bathroom before the living room exploded. Ras wasn't surprised, he has seen Koda escape from far more efficient ambushes, but it was different to be on the receiving end of the Mandalorain's skill at arms. Koda was dangerous, and he needed to keep him away from the battle.

As soon as the explosion passed Ras was mobile, pivoting out of the bathroom and escaping the destroyed flat. The greater hab-unit was seven stories tall and was roughly square shaped, it's floors consisted of duarasteel walkways surrounding an open air yard. This is where Ras will challenge Koda, within this urban hive. While there is enough space between the floors to allow use of the jetpack, the interior flats offer Ras plently of cover and room for the cyborg to properly maneuver.

Of course Koda can just ignore Ras and continue on his way, but that just gives the cyborg another chance to ambush Koda. Ras considers himself a threat, and is betting that his old friend wouldn't allow such a threat to run free.

Enemies: Koda Fett

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett
Location: Bloc 1 - Nar Shadaa
Objective: Destroy the Collective

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Koda did in fact consider Ras a threat, and despite the ambushes he's survived and overcame in the past he doesn't think it's possible to survive too many from such an experienced and lethal hunter such as the Cybernetic Lizard. When his motion tracker pinged aggressively again, he knew Ras was on the move. He tested the waters and nothing was shot towards him. As such he pulled himself back up onto the roof of the building before flying towards the one his former ally had positioned themselves on. Although he was nowhere to be seen, so where would he go? The only way is down. So through the fire escape if exactly where Fett believed Kanto to go.

Like a spider he descended down the building, resting himself on the series of ledges as he attempted to activate his thermal imaging to locate the lizard. Hmph, damn Lizard. Nothing. He was in there but that Reptile didn't come up at all. No point taking him on in closer combat, that lizard was strong and could pack a punch - one he'd rather not be on the receiving end of. He leaped backwards, taking to the skies again where he landed back on the rooftop before descending into the fire escape below. What choice did he have? Leave and fall into another ambush from that murderous lizard? Not a chance.

He went through, walking along the ledges near the railing of sorts. It was a long fall. Plenty of time to realize your mistake. Fett was out of his element, and he knew this - he wasn't going to be able to take that Cyborg on in conditions like this. His strong-headed nature got the better of him this time. He cautiously went about with his EE-3 Carbine Raised as stood somewhat hunched. The knocked over furniture, open doors and holes in walls were all tell-tale signs of where he'd gone. Fett felt as if he'd finally tracked him to one room, no doubt he was lying in wait. Sonic detonator? No, he'd just cancel out his hearing. Fragmentation? He'd survive the blast with all that armor. EMP grenade? Hmm, should do the trick.

The Bounty Hunter stacked against the door, reaching onto his hip and pulling off an EMP Grenade that he'd prime before hurling inside. Schzzt! It'd ring out, everything electrical in the room cuts out, even the lights - fortunately for Fett his helmet auto-corrected the lighting issue so that he could see normally, but he assumed Kanto had a similar feature. He stood by the door, waiting, if the EMP got the best of him he'd likely hear the loud thud that came with him crashing into the floor. Surely he couldn't function with everything disabled.

 

[Zef Halo]

Bloc 3
Allies: [member="Sanguinaria'] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Loray Tares"]

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Nar Shaddaa. Just another poodoohole quite similar to Axxila's underground. Only on a greater scale.

Wes had been moving in various sturdy objects to act as covers since the moment he arrived at the security base. Others were doing the same. Being part of the defensive one had to make sure they were entrenched well to withstand all attempts of a breakthrough.

The odd cyborg he'd met on his job's debriefing broke the silence over the radio and the mercenary took to heeding her call.

As an additional armament to his shatter assault rifle, Wes took a multiple grenade launcher. Things were bound to get loud very soon and he wanted to make sure he'd be the loudest. His armored figure appeared from the corner and took a position in a fairly close distance to the cyborg at the designated choke point.

:: So we get to be the welcoming committee, huh? :: The mercenary's voice came through the radio as he glanced at the droid for a moment.

 

[Sturgis Tal'Verda]

Location: Bloc 1 - Secrete Heat Passage
Objective: Find AC?
Actual Objective: Clear the Server Room and await further orders
Allies: The Compact
Enemies: The Collective

"Hrrgnngg."

"God, it feels like Jaba's underarms down here...!" Not the way he would have put it, but Joura was right, it was hot as the seven hells in this passage. It was odd for him to take such a covert role, but he didn't mind the change of pace. Not having to dodge and take blasterbolts to the thigh and chest and back was a nice bonus but this heat...And Joura's complaining were almost as unbearable. He turned to look behind him in the cramped space silently as he often did.

Can you shut it about the heat? Mandalorian Sign Language, a lot more quick and concise than Galactic Basic Sign Language. It actually roughly translated to "Shove the heat up your arse" but regardless of what it actually meant, the message was clear.

"Hey, weren't you JUST grunting about the heat?!" Another Mandalorian slapped Joura on the helmet to get his attention then tapped his hologram projector to display the progress of the operation at hand. It seemed like fighting had begun outside Bloc 1, 2 and 3 which meant it was about time to start their phase. Sturgis nodded and gave the small group of Mandalorians a big thumbs up before taking a deep breath kicking out a side panel, releasing a huge amount of hot air and replacing it with room temperature air. It rushed through the passage like they were falling through the air and smelled like the air duct of a spaceport. A compliment considering the city they were in.

"Sturgis wait!" Useless, the words wouldn't be translated into text fast enough. So down he went. Maybe a two or three story drop. The repulsorpack integrated into his armor kept him from plummeting to his doom, but it didn't stop the turrets and other security from firing on him as he fell. A red bolt zipped passed his head before he trained his dual blaster pistols on one of the men guarding this place.

Pew.

Pew-Pew.

He grunted as he landed in a roll. Some of the fire had left him and gone to the rest of the small team of Mandalorians that had followed behind him. A loud thud echoed in the room as a large Gendai Mandalorian landed beside Sturgis before launching a wrist rocket at the turrets above them. They split up, ducking behind tables, computers, terminals and databanks. Really they dove behind anything that could provide them any sort of cover.

'There's more resistance here than I thought.' He sighed between thoughts and checked his blaster pistols, 'But at least I'm working.' Good thoughts to have while in the middle of a shoot out.

Pew-Pew

 

[Eye of Solomon]

Calixtus cast a sidelong glance at the [member="Gorba the Hutt"], who merely bellowed heartily and drank in deeply of [member="Tytos Ardik"] dumbfoundedness. It would appear that the Commander would not have to explain himself, and merely crossed his arms across his chest as he let the corpulent crime boss elaborate in the only manner he knew how: mockingly.

"Nobata, uba cha. ++No, you did not.++"

The Hutt's lipless mouth widened in a grotesque smirk, his smugness radiating off of his body like a feculent stench.

An alert filtered in from the Palace's front gates, and an image of [member="Evoros"] being surrounded by the Hutt's guards was broadcasted on one of the chamber's holoscreens. Calixtus recognized the woman from his master's forays into investigating the recent crisis befalling the galaxy, she was one of the individuals he had interrogated on Nar Shaddaa. The Hutt's smugness dissipated as the event unfolded before him and he turned his massive head towards the Blackblade Commander, "Cahcata tee lotka kankahnee. ++Allow our guest inside.++"

The Commander was active now, stepping before the great Hutt and bowing low in reverence to the gargantuan being. "As your excellency wills it." He hated feigning subservience to such a beast, but he was explicitly warned by his master that the Hutts were fickle beings, and the barest display of disrespect could easily warrant a gruesome death. He rose and called to him two of his fellow Guardsmen, and exited the chamber to detain the Collective refuse.

(( I was given permission by Gorba's writer to control him for this post. ))

 

[Ji Powak]

(The Jawa Will make his cameo....Soon just wait....)

 

[Ras'Kel'Kanto]

Ras'Kel'Kanto​

Location: Bloc 1 - Nar Shadaa​

Objective: Support the Collective​

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The Duel.
Hab-unit seventeen
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Set music.

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Three hundred and fifty six seconds

It didn't take long for Koda to find Ras, the cyborg had left a sizeable trail for the hunter to follow. He was too much in a hurry to gain some distance; the path of broken doors and frightened civilians made his escape seem sloppy. It didn't matter really, it was honestly in t he cyborg's best interest to pull Koda to him- rather then commit to a blind hunt around the complex. Kanto was more or less navigating blind, ducking though random flats and bounding though the adjacent halls. When he did finally stop, it was because he ran into a dead end- having reached the end of the line of flats. An 'out of order' sign was posted along a nearby turbolift, and he found himself cornered within the final flat.

Ras had barely enough time to find suitable cover before the EMP grenade went off- washing the cyborg with a spray of electrical energy. The lights went out, Ras's personal shield exploded in a shower of sparks, and two of the cyborg's photoreceptors were overloaded by the heat of the explosion. However- Ras'Kel'Kanto's cybernetics are ion shielded, and therefore emerged from the blast with little more then electrical burns. Ras didn't have much time to press his sudden advantage and just flew by instinct, discarding his rifle in favor of his combat blade before charging the doorway. A second later the cyborg smashes though, emerging from the darkness blade in hand.

"Fett!"

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett
Location: Bloc 1 - Nar Shadaa
Objective: Destroy the Collective

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The sound of cumbersome footsteps barreling towards him were apparent, he backed away from the doorway as they became louder and in-turn closer. Not a chance he'd take that psycho on mano-e-mano. Fett backed right up, right near the ledge in case he needed to make a hasty exit from this particular piece of action. They cyborg came through the door, crashing rather, as splinters shattered about creating a sharp wave of needle like wood. Not a chance. He took a step backwards, hovering in the air as his jetpack was activated once more. Flames spitting out the bottom of it as he locked eyes with Kanto.

"About to owe me a second life debt when I'm done with you, Reptile." He antagonized.

Following his attempt to irritate the Lizard he brought up his right wrist and launched a seven meter long arc of flames, illuminating the immediate area whilst simultaneously causing everything in it's path to catch alight. If Kanto attempted to move to either side in an attempt to avoid the flames, Fett would follow in a side-strafe only continuing to cause destruction to these homes. Not like he cared anyways, and Kanto knew that much was certain.

 

[Ugoto Chivaro]

NAR SHADDAA
GORBA THE HUTT’S PALACE

[member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Kaine's NPCs"] | [member="Evoros"]

Confusion melted into an annoyed scowl, but Tytos offered no further comments on the matter. Judging from Gorba's love of brutal executions and his own senseless displays of extravagance, he and the Zambranos made an fitting pair. Far be it for Tytos to interfere with the natural course of nature by questioning it. There were more important things to be done than trade non-answers with a Hutt, so Tytos prepared to return his attention to the tactical display when he was, once again, interrupted. An emissary of the Collective had shown up outside the gates of Gorba's palace. She seemed to be already surrounded by the Hutt's guards. What was this? Another attempt to negotiate? These people must have been desperate indeed. Still, there might be some novelty to be deprived in hearing whatever platitudes they might offer up in exchange for their lives.

Then Gorba ordered the gates be open. Tytos immediately turned around, face hot with fury. "With respect, Gorba, you want to bring one of their agents into the heart of our command center?"

Sure, Tytos wanted to hear them beg the same as anyone else... But from a reasonably safe distance!

"This could easily be some sort of trick. A replica droid rigged to explode, some sort of Force Sensitive assassin," Tytos gestured to the carbonite slab of [member="Janeth Farr"] still hanging up on the wall. "Given what happened to their last emissary, I doubt they would send another so easily pacified. Anything this one has to say, she can say it to the gatekeeper."

Tytos did not intend to stick around if Gorba elected to let this prospective suicide bomber skip freely into his palace. What would this be now? The second time some Collective hack tried to destroy the place? Already they were losing track.

 

[Janeth Farr]

NAR SHADDAA
Network Access

The Collective's defenses were already being mustered as the assault on the Network Access began. As much as Janeth would like to have been there to help, she remained sealed in an all carbonite display. If only she knew then she may have protested, but unless they spoke in silence it was no use...

Meanwhile the Network's security forces began to spread out. A hundred rushed to Bloc 1 where they set up a defensive perimeter behind the surviving defense turrets. Another fifty found their way to Bloc 2, to support any Collective agents in command there. Then another seventy-five mustered their might at Bloc 4. With the remaining hundred positioned behind the still secured defenses of Bloc 3. Each force were backed by two packs of Gank Killers, ready to spill the blood of their enemies.

Their numbers may have been eclipsed by the Compact's ground forces, which were now brought to bear. Yet the Network Access was far from just a HoloNet Hub. It was a fortress--a castle in many ways. The effectiveness of the individuals inside amplified by the support of powerful defenses and fortifications. Each entry way into the blocs themselves, although with great access, were choke points which limited the path into the hub. It may not be enough to stop what seemed inevitable, but it would surely be a long time before the Network Access fell. Their enemy would be spending a great deal of resources to take one location, a location that the Collective was not willing to die for.

Xira continued her marvelous work despite being disconnected from the outside. The toxic gases continued to fill the Access' exterior, and anyone without proper protection would begin to feel it. The environment was a weapon just as any soldier on the ground.

Collective: [member="Sola Tymon"] | [member="Bann Sundorah"] | [member="Delilah Keyes"] | [member="Dyxra'a"] | [member="Evoros"] | [member="Faceless"] | [member="Jest de Rous"] | [member="Malen"] | [member="Mara Kellarov"] | [member="Sanguinaria"] | [member="The Slave"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"] | [member="AU-R0RA"] | [member="Jeryk Solus"] | [member="Kiliar Seral"] | [member="Wes Rykker"] | [member="Ras'Kel'Kanto"]

Compact: [member="Tytos Ardik"] | [member="Gorba the Hutt"] | [member="Darth Vulkan"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Loray Tares"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Kaine's NPCs"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] | [member="Xian Valart"] | [member="Kael Rose"] | @Ar'ekk | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Sturgis Tal'Verda"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Bloc 3
Allies: The Collective [member="Wes Rykker"] [member="Sanguinaria"]
Enemies: The Compact [member="Slevin Thawne"] [member="Loray Tares"] [member="Aver Brand"]
Gear:

Spoiler

• Armor

1. ​Traded in DUR-24 Wrist laser for repulsor glove

• Knife
• Beskad
• Rifle
• Pistols
• Concussion Grenade (2)
• Sonic Detonator (1)
• Flashbang (1)

Lok was responsible for all of this. Vilaz and the young lad were very different from each other. There was some sense of diplomacy within Vilaz just as long as he wasn't negotiating with someone else who had crossed him, or wasn't wasting his time then he was compatible. Lok was just a wild cannon. What would the Munin do differently than his adopted son? Go by himself with three or four hardened, elite veterans of his clan and talk to the Hutt. Armed, but weapons checked and holstered in. Everything that Lok did was unprofessional, but he did found it amusing how the boy had the guts to assault a Hutt.

Recently he received a video which he did not like, and the Concordian vowed to salt all over Gorba's slimey carcass. Disrespecting the dead of his clan was one of the few things he did not tolerate.

I'll make sure your empire crumbles with you doing my bidding.

The Mandalorian, with a few other mercenaries employed by the Board, were on the guard at Bloc 3. There were four other clansmen with him of the highest caliber all armed to the teeth with their arsenal and training.

"On my way to the front," he said to two of his allies that seemed to be esteemed officers on this side of the bloc.