Apocalypse Now​ (DM story)

[Khan Ra]

Location: Pollux Air Base
Objective: Finally get to the Omega

Khan dashed towards the few landing ships that were left at the Air Base, watching as the enemy Sith and stormtroopers tried to board them. He had wasted too much time down here. There were surely others on the Omega, and the longer he waited the more likely it was that he would gain nothing for this. He had to get to the Omega before everything of value there was looted. Khan turned as he saw a squad of stormtroopers dashing up an open landing ramp into one of the nearby armored shuttles. With a sudden flick of his hand, the stormtrooper in the front was pulled backwards as if suddenly grabbed by a giant hand, ramming into his squadmates. As the stormtroopers toppled to the ground, Khan leaped around them and dashed up the landing ramp. He didn't have much time.

Khan moved to the cockpit of the little shuttle as quickly as he could. He certainly wasn't exactly an expert at flying ships, it never was exactly a strong point of his, but the controls seemed basic enough, close enough to his own shuttle. After looking over the control panels for a moment, Khan launched the ship. Now, he would need to get through the crossfire above just long enough to get to the Hangars. He didn't have time to lose. Khan activated the shuttle's shields to the highest capacity the ship allowed, before shooting out of orbit towards the Omega above.

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

OBJECTIVE: Central Control
ALLIES: [member="Jude Falkrowe"]
ENEMIES: Rogue Sith

It was obvious then that he was more than he seemed - a consequence of his career she supposed as he immediately became practiced, on point with the blaster in hand as they careened down a hallway. She followed after him without question, nodding when he went to work and asked for cover. Slicing was a skill she did not have even in the slightest, but watching his back? She could do that.

At first the hallway was quiet but as with most battlefields - open, or as maze-like as the Omega - they were not alone for long. Troopers came flooding in, streaming towards the action that Jay and Matsu had just escaped. At first she did nothing. They were still in disguise and as such it was probable that looking at a terminal wouldn’t be all that suspicious. And it probably wouldn’t have been on any other day. But the Commander raised his fist, calling a halt to the dozen behind him.

“You there - what are you two doing? Orders are to engage the intruders, not play games on the terminals.”

Oh, he thought he was funny. Maybe he’d get along with Jay.

“The Lady required we heighten network security, Sir. Something about preventing slicers from gathering information.” When she spoke in to his head she was careful to weave the illusion that he heard it with his ears and not inside his skull. Her lie may even have worked had she been able to concentrate on fooling his senses and taking over his head at the same time. But she couldn’t. And he pressed.

“Which Lady?”

Kark. Matsu had just been guessing there was a Lady at all, and now she was being quizzed. She quickly went to rummaging around in his head, looking for a name to answer with.

“Hey, wait a minute - you don’t have Tech badges, who are y--”

Matsu sighed in annoyance before directing a blastwave of mental power at the troopers, going for the most simple of tactics so it would be easy and have maximum effect. At once a sound like a bomb exploding would ring in their ears, most of them buckling at the waist to clutch at their heads in fear and surprise. It gave Matsu the second she needed, her phrik claws ripping through the gloves of the armor as she slashed at the commander’s face. He screamed as he was blinded, dropping to his knees before Matsu crushed his head underfoot. She reached for her lightsaber underneath the lip of the bottom of the suit, its red blade snapping to life as she set to work cutting the rest to pieces. One managed to get a shot at her, snapping out of his disorientation long enough to singe the side of her neck with a well-placed blaster shot blunted only by the armorweave of her trooper’s disguise. Rage twisted in her gut, less at his pathetic attempt as finally having something to focus her pent-up violence on.

She seized his head, leaving him enough presence of mind to know he was not in control as she raised her saber horizontal as if handing him the burning brand to hold.

“Walk in to it.”

She couldn’t see his face underneath his helmet, but she felt the sweep of panic come over him as his body started forward and he wrestled with his own limbs not to obey. He was strong for someone without the Force.

“I said, walk in to it,” she commanded with more strength, her voice jagged. “Do it.”

Another step forward. He grabbed at the door behind him, a man caught in the winds of a natural disaster struggling to avoid being swept away. Matsu yanked the helmet off her head, her features high and unnatural as the Dark twisted her countenance, red eyes glowing above cheeks cut like glass. Once she’d carved her own teeth to fangs, but without a mouth at all she was truly monstrous.

“I SAID DO IT!”

And with that, he did. She moved closer to meet him when he walked on to her blade, pushing it all the way through when he no longer had the life to finish the job. When he slumped to the ground she snapped her lightsaber closed and pushed the helmet back on, temporarily sated.

She looked over the plans Jay had found, following the train of thought he allowed her in that shared space neither of them had closed. Omega’s fate mattered little to her in the grand scheme of things. She had always been a creature very much on her own - what one group chose to do to another was of little consequence. Omega had called to her because of the power that sat in the people aboard it, the potential to drain them of it and take it for herself. The superweapon represented a lot of money wasted on a pretty piece of metal. Whatever Jay wanted from it wouldn’t interfere with her plans for it, because she had none. Just for its creators. So despite the fact that it seemed they were both aiming for the Bridge anyway, she might have chosen his fork in the road anyway because…because…

Sith were strange creatures. She’d had herself explained to her by Jedi more times than she cared to count, and yet they always got it wrong. She was not denying there were archaic, cartoonish Sith sitting in their fortress topped by gargoyles constantly plotting the demise of all around them. And while Matsu didn’t inherently find herself drawn to people, she genuinely liked the useful ones. She liked to think she was even a little more complex than her place in the Force made her. Teamwork was so rare among her kind and if the majority of her journey with Jay Sort Of hadn’t already been proof that she had a good shot of getting farther with him than without him, the fact that he’d had the exact skill they needed at the exact time they needed it would have sold her.

“The bridge it is,” she said, setting off down the hallway their new map of Hell indicated.

 

[Nima Tann]

Location: Corridor of decisions
Allies: [member="Elpsis Elaris"]

The path between them and progress was filled with dozens of soldiers, which were determined to stop the two from going further. Nima, like Elpsis, was surprised at this point about how many followers that the Sith Lord had! It seemed like their numbers were endless. But, they were so close now that she was not going to stop. So she joined Elpsis on slaughtering more Sith soldiers towards the only exit that seemed to be the long corridor. Being very exhausted because of the excessive use of her mentalism powers, she was a bit careless in her stance but still it would still work, at least she hoped it would! Enhancing herself with the Force once again, she jumped in the air, turning around herself as the last time and landed on one of the stormtroopers, killing him instantly. She almost lost her balance for a second. She was making mistakes, and she would face the consequences. And that she did, one of the blaster lasers hit her in the arm, she felt immense pain as the burning intensified, but with the anger of the pain she lashed out, entering her attackers mind and then shutting down his mind with rapid mental catapult hits, the stormtrooper instantly fell down to the ground, shouting in agony. Elpsis would feel with her empathy the sudden change of emotions.

Then, with the adrenaline that the pain gave her, quickly spinning her lightsaber in a circular way, she started to run towards the exit, the blasterfires coming towards her way reflected the laser towards the owners, some of them to completely miss and hit the ship. But she was carving a way for the both to progress. As she continued moving forward, a Sith brute stood in her way and in a shocking second, threw her to some of the heavy looking cargo. As her back hit the huge boxes, she let out a sound of pain, but the Sith didn't stop there and ran towards her, lightsaber ready to attack. As the lightsaber started to land right on top of her, she threw herself to the right and just evaded the death once again, collecting herself for a counter attack she decided to use her speed to get him tired and leave him defenseless, but things didn't go as planned and she found herself right on the floor once again, as she met the defense of the man and her speed wasn't enough to meet his strength because she was too tired. The brute, blinded by anger, took her from the floor by the throat, choking her for a painful death, muttering something about her species and some racist comments. She was occupied about staying alive though as her body moved by itself to free itself from the grasp of the man. At some point, her hands touched to the man's face and then her instincts kicked in. Or was it something else? A huge amount of electrical energy escaped the woman's fingers, as her fingers deadlocked on the brute's face. "Shocked" by her move, the man started to scream, scream and scream to the point that almost filled the hangar. Nima shouted as she burned the man's face alive, at the end, she managed to escape his grip as it loosened and coughed for a little oxygen. The man fell to the ground from pain, and then met his end by her lightsaber.

Nima looked at what she has done... Understanding only a little. Her fingers were burning for some reason, and they turned to a blackish color, but she remembered she was in the middle of something and quickly recollected herself. The path to the progress was within reach so she shouted to Elpsis. "Come on, it's right there!" Then she ran, ran and ran... Eventually, they would arrive to the end of the corridors, where 3 pathways awaited them. Nima, out of breath, talked. Now having only a little time off from the fights, they would need to choose. "I saw a control room where this Sith Lady gave the order. And some kind of a room which contained machines... I think they are the reactors of the ship. And one more room that was... emptiness. I didn't sense anything, I don't know much. I think I heard something... like a 'Heart of Darkness.' Which way should we go?" Now it was the time to decide which color ending these two were going to get! Whatever path they got, it was going to be... interesting.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Location: Omega - heading to reactor
Allies: [member="Nima Tann"]


Here they faced decisions. Choices and all that. Perhaps ones that would actually matter, unless the heavens saw fit to spring a red-green-blue ending on them. Or give them a nonsensical refuse choice that ended in a galactic armageddon.


The entire ship simply felt evil, as if an aura of malevolence surrounded it. The Dark Lady was at the centre of it, the black heart of an evil organism. Being so attuned to the Force through her empathy, Elpsis could feel the aura of cold darkness permeating the titanic vessel. Darkness beyond darkness, a gaping maw that sought to swallow as much of the Galaxy as possible, dragging it into the void.


It split in three different areas, nexi of darkness. One was suffused by life, though corrupted and twisted, another was a place of metal and machines. Finally, there was naught but emptiness, devoid of life. When Elpsis sought to pierce the metaphysical veil, all she beheld was a seemingly endless chasm. It reminded her more than a little of her time in the Netherworld.


The young redhead shuddered slightly, considering their options. More Sith troopers were coming their way, firing volleys. Having taken cover behind some debris, she returned fire with her bolter. Bambambam. Explosions, screams, death.


"Reactors? As in plural? If we destroy enough, this place blows, right?" Well, it would probably be more difficult than that, but it seemed like a reasonable cause. "We don't know where the queen is, so we might as well do some damage there before this thing fires again. Let's go." Emerging from cover and discarding the rifle, the young Firemane charged after firing a smoke round.


They were running out of time. Sooner or later, they risked being overwhelmned by the ship's defences. Pulling the Force into her legs, she somersaulted and leapt through the air, landing right in the fray. Then her orange blade went to town and clove through Sith defenders. There was no fancy swordplay, no stylish fencing or great acrobatic feats, only old fashioned brutality.

 

[Matsu Ike]

Objective: Center of Omega
Allies: [member="Xiarr Sair"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Joshua DragonsFlame"] [member="Claire Ouron"] [member="Vustia"]
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"]

Matsu stayed with it seeing some of the others while she was moving and the party had the potential to grow more from the looks of it. They needed to move with quickness but not be reckless in their actions as she was adjusting her equipment as she was motioning for the others to come and charge with her into the heart of the ship. She could feel other force users around them, feel some she had seen before and feel others that she didn't but it was a skill for tracking and identifying what you had to work with before she slid at a door frame to get into the lift as the stormtroopers within the lift while she stood there for a moment and moved with the force energies to slam them against the walls as she was moving to get some attention. "File in we need to get down lower to make it."

 

[Xiarr Sair]

Objective: Center of Omega
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Claire Ouron"][member="RC-506 Lock"] any other lightsiders

After what seemed like running through and endless maze, there was finally a lift to the center of the Omega. Xiarr watched as Matsu Ike pinned the stormtrooper in the lift to the wall, and Xiarr ran into the lift, signally the rest of them to come on the lift with his blaster still in his hand. When the entire party got into the lift the doors closed and it began to make its descent. "The closer we get to the center of the Omega, security will get even tighter, the stormtroopers we just faced are only a few squadrons worth, there's probably going to be a battalion worth or more at the center."

 

[Arla Ordo]

Location : Hangar...on the floor
Allies: [member="Cole Dagos"] [member="Funky Balor"]

Arla laid there staring up ok that was a bit more bang for her credit than she wanted but hey it seemed to have worked. She pushed herself up and looked around, yep..got most of them.

She heard a voice yelling something about Reactor 1, ok we are after reactors. Slowly she pushed herself up, ok she got up still a bit dazed, rolled her shoulders and nodded, ok..."I guess I get reactor 2?" She thought it more a question than an answer. She looked around for Funky was he alright and was he going to go for reactors too?

She began walking making sure everything still worked, course the leg was killing her, and something seemed to have rung her bells. Grenades, she looked down, "I have two, that's not a whole lot. Maybe some of these guys around here have something that makes things go boom..or an armory along the way or something cause.."

She looked around at the bodies, well that had the desired affect didn't it. She shook her head, some of her readings were still coming on line. they must have got knocked around a bit.

She finally caught up to Cole, "Do you have an idea of where the reactors are?"

 

[Lark]

Objective: Center of the Omega
Allies: None

Lark and [member="Thoja Arlos"] landed inside a hangar, alongside several other soldiers. Blaster fire quickly enveloped them, and Thoja skillfully downed several Stormtroopers, and motioned for him to get behind cover as they pushed forwards. Lark popped out, getting a few shots off as well, before ducking his head back down. He'd have to make his move soon, he didn't want to get wrapped up in whatever Thoja had planned. He likely wanted to destroy it. Lark couldn't kill him, so he'd have to find some way to-

A shot of pain filled Lark's head, and a chill shook his spine. At first he thought he had been shot, that maybe somehow Thoja had sensed his impending treachery and sought to end him. But no, this was something else entirely. He held his gun by his side, his grip tightening, veins popping out of his pale skin. He held another hand up to his temple, red hair brushing against his fingers. What was this sensation? He felt... cold. Not the same kind of cold felt on Castameer, more like an... emptiness.

It was to much for Lark to handle, untrained in the Force as he was. He'd need to learn. He couldn't sense where the feeling was originating from, but that's where he would have to go. And he'd have to go now.

Lark left his cover once the sound of blaster fire had diminished. Thoja and the others had pushed up. Some Stormtroopers retreated, but many stayed and attempted to hold their ground. Thoja wasn't paying attention, now was his chance. He bolted into a nearby corridor, he didn't turn back to see if Thoja saw him or not. It didn't matter. Even if he did, he had far more things to worry about.

The die had been cast. Lark would have to find his way on his own.

Or did he?

A pair of Stormtroopers turned a corner, and Lark quickly brought them down, one with a shot to the head, the other in the leg. The one that had been shot in the leg writhed in pain on the ground. Lark approached slowly, he didn't want to get shot as he approached. He kicked the trooper's gun away. "Normally I take great pleasure in the torture of others," he said in a pleasant voice. "But unfortunately, I'm in a hurry." He knelt down beside the fallen soldier and removed his helmet so he could look directly into his eyes. He'd tell Lark what he needed to know.

 

[Zara Lianna]

Apocalypse Now​

Objective: Center of Omega​

Allies: Any Lightsiders​

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~ [member="Jakkor Kess"] ; [member="Xiarr Sair"] ; [member="Matsu Ike"] ; @RC-506 Lock ; [member="Claire Ouron"] ~​

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As the cramped ship came to their location, Viktoria was right beside Xiarr and Jakkor, blocking laser shots back to where they came from with her lightsabers. She followed Jakkor and Xiarr, jumping off of the ship and into the crowd of dark siders and storm troopers as she blocked blasts and cut down multiple Sith, fighting smoothly and moving swiftly.​

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As they moved further in following Master Ike, Viktoria visibly started sensing darker presences as they moved forward. Right now, the thing definitely propelling her further, was those little girls back home and her husband/padawan who was fighting alongside her. Once they reached a lift, Viktoria kept her mouth shut, following Xiarr onto the lift. She heard what Xiarr said and a small rebellious smirk came upon her face.​

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"Well, whatever it is, we'll take them down."​

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she responded. Viktoria was in her rare form. A form that she only held when danger rose and she was in protection mode or same thing and she was in defense and offense mode.​

 

[Kenrath]

The Omega
The Citadel Grouop
Reactor 1


Allies: [member="Dean Letham"] [member="Funky Balor"] [member="Arla Balor"]

Enemy: [member="Kith Verloren"]

Cole smiled exchanging a copy of the map he had gotten from the terminal for one of the grenades. He considered it a fair trade. Then he pointed down a hallway to get her going in the correct direction as he continued towards the location of reactor one.

He hoped this worked.............more importantly he hoped that he was not running into a battalion of troopers guarding the reactor since they were separating. He had no intention of dying today. After all he had made plans with Arla and he really didn't want to have to cancel them.

Cole turned another corner finally separating himself form the rest of the group. He moved swiftly but cautiously trying to catch opposition by surprise when ever he ran into any.

 

[Matreya]

Damien lunged forward, placing a foot on a box before soaring into the air like a bird taking flight. Arms spread wide, it was calming, lethargic energies touched him for only a moment before he began to descend. Having used the Force to guide his action, Damien landed midst the group before him. They were the last of it, sure more were arriving, but as he had fought his way forward, he was close to the nearest hall. Spinning in place, he whirled the blade through a soldier's torso, flipping the blade in rotation behind his body, which cut through an arm and leg of separate entities.

Before long he was left with a fatally wounded soldier, helmet removed, blood pooling around him. It was mixed with a dozen liters of the other's blood. His new found 'friend' gasped, coughing through the blood pooling in his lungs. He wouldn't be able to speak, but it did not mean he was useless. Immediately Damien delved into the thoughts of his target. Sifting through thought after thought, image after image, he quickly allocated that this was not a useful mind to...

...wait what was that? Heart of Omega? That quick name, combined with a brief layout of the ship was the best he found. The man did nothing, knew nothing, and wasn't anything remarkable. Thus Damien quickly ended the life, moving into the hallway. He was going into the Heart of Omega.

Location: Hallways
Objective: Heart of Omega
DM: [member="Kith Verloren"]

 

[Tiland Kortun]

Objective: CENTER OF OMEGA
[member="Kith Verloren"]
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Tiland paused as the dark presence shifted and changed. Three of them now, travelling to different parts of the ship. But where was he to go? They were indistinguishable now. One seemed to go the reactors, judging by the mechanical energy. Another was surrounded by lifeforms, so perhaps the bridge, and something else to the middle of the deck, but he could sense nothing else there. It was strange, that such a dark space was so unknown to him and invisible to the Force.

But he felt that he needed to go there. For what purposes, he did not know. All he knew was that was his destination. He turned and headed down another corridor, staff clacking alongside him. He paused, pressed himself against the wall, as a troop of stormtroopers marched past the hallway. He sent out a brief nudge of the Force- making sure they knew to keep walking and that there was nothing to see here. He held himself still until they passed.

Once they passed, he set off again, winding his way through the corridors.

 

[Jsc]

Omega
obj - hold the teamlightside hanger bay, secure escape ship. (8)


Heroes left. Heroes came.

Karen and R2 busied themselves in the hanger bay by stealing a massive Sith transport ship. Doing their best to try and ignore the constant flow of heroes and villains into, (and out of,) the bay. They focused on the crazy task ahead. The Sith transport. Originally designed to transport materials from the planet into space, this large vessel could hold as many as 60 people in it's cargo bay. Including Karen's already parked-inside X-Wing. It was the perfect ship for scooping up your allies and making a quick getaway.

~ Dweep dweep! ~

"Good work R2. I knew you could do it."

Karen sat in the pilot's chair as her astromech droid sliced through the passwords that kept the ship on lockdown. Together they had already opened the controls in the conning tower at the top of the bay. It took time, but they now had complete control of the hanger bay's systems. They were ready to make their getaway.

~ Dwoo dwoo, beda beda dee! ~

"Yep. We're all set buddy. We can leave at any time."

With their getaway ship primed and ready. Now all they had to do was wait. Ha. Let's pop this superweapon and go home.

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[Audren Sykes]

Location: Omega Hangar
Allies: Jedi, GA, GR, KO | [member="Tiland Kortun"]
Objective: Center of Omega
[member="Kith Verloren"] | [member=Omega]

It had been a good plan. A simple plan maybe, and certainly not an original one, but a good one. Hijack an opposition vessel, in this case a Sith craft, and fly it back to base. Slip behind the lines, maybe do some damage and clear a path in for friendly forces once inside, then take a space-worthy ship up to the Omega weapon, the task force's real target. In this case, Audren had managed to grab a Sith gunship, one of the few models that wasn't space-worthy. It had been easy, as all the soldiers on board had left mere moments before and the pilots hadn't really been paying attention. He'd sent some heavy blaster bolts into a control tower already erupting in violence and headed off, back towards the airbase. The simplicity of the plan was that nobody knew he would be present in place of the pilots.

That same benefit was also the plan's downfall.

The Sephi had neglected to take the allied fighters into account. While he was a decent pilot at times, he was no career dogfighter; much of his ability depended on the Force, much of his survival could be attributed to his typical craft. Right now he had neither. Initially, the chasing fighter was to be a good thing, provide additional incentive to let him in without having to verbally authenticate. But when bolts started ripping through the gunship, he realized just how seriously he'd underestimated the other pilot. The gunship didn't explode, but the engines did die. And of course, there were no ejection seats. At the last minute, the repulsors kicked in, slowing the vessel enough to prevent the crash from killing the unlucky pilot. The impact knocked him out and gave him a gash along his forehead, but not much more than that.

It was a record for him. Two crashes in one day, both of which he survived with relatively minor injuries. When the Jedi came to, the assault on the mountain base had already begun. He followed in the footsteps of many before, walking between the bodies of the fallen. The entire way had been cleared, completely without his help. It was a slight blow to his pride. Probably good for him, but it smarted nonetheless. Fortunately, he managed to snag a spot on one of the last shuttles to head up to the Omega device, and on that shuttle had plenty of time to cool off.

The hangar was another thing altogether. Jedi and coalition soldiers were already on board, fighting the Sith defenders. He could see as much from the viewports as the shuttle - one that miraculously hadn't been shot down - maneuvered its way inside. Many fought, and fell, but others retreated, no doubt moving back to strongpoints they could use to slow the coalition forces. The hatches opened as the vessel came in for a landing, and a barrage of blaster fire made its way inside. Most of the soldiers were missed, but the bolts chewed through the pilots...and the ship fell to the hangar deck. Three ships down for three...he was never coming back to this system. Ever.

This impact was far less than the other two had been, and he was up and moving almost as quickly as he'd gone down. As quick as he was though, he wasn't the first one out. No, he was third out, his gun firing just as fast as the others'. Just their luck of course, they got stuck with one of the groups that were fighting to the last, and they had an E-Web to boot. It took a few minutes to set up, but the team was able to distract the gunner enough for the marksman to take him out, then they moved on the rest of the Sith soldiers. Audren was about to help when a voice sounded in his mind.

Follow me when you can.

The Master didn't know the mental voice offhand, but the image that came to him was of an older man. One of the Alliance, and obviously a Force-user, which meant Jedi. It was clear that he had a plan, which was more than the latecomer had. With the suggestion for the soldiers to help guard the escape route, Audren took off after the voice, instinctively knowing where the owner had gone.

His carbine was spent, so he slung it across his back and pulled his lightsaber and pistol. As he moved, he cautiously reached out to the Force. When it his mind didn't receive a sharp hit like it had before, just a dull ache, he figured enough time had passed and he'd recovered. His stride lengthened, his footsteps became more sure, and he began to catch up with the other Jedi. He was by no means back to his full strength, but he would be able to fight with the Force and was stubborn enough to win if needed.

 

[Krenis Skirata]

HEADING TO CENTRAL CONTROL
[member="Ordo"]
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Krenis jogged into one of the side corridors, armor clanking on the durasteel floor. He was scanning his HUD, sifting through the various IFF transponders. There was one, another Mandalorian. Vitals signs weren't looking great, but he was still up and running. He sent a quick message through the comms.

What's your plan?

He paused as he passed a computer terminal, booting it up, pulling up the layouts. Three reactors, redundant. Very difficult to destroy at this point without coordinated strike teams with high explosive ordinances. No, they'd have to do something else to stop this from firing on its next target.

Central control. He downloaded the information to his HUD and displayed the quickest path. He wasn't far off, and neither was this other Mandalorian, who judging by the route, was going in the same direction. Time to meet this battle brother. He marked his location on his HUD and ran through the hallway, pausing slightly as he passed the carnage of severed heads and an arm.

Blade work, and judging by the blood, not a lightsaber. If so, they would have been cauterized. No, this seemed to be his Mandalorian friend up ahead. The Westar bounced on its strap as Krenis held it to his shoulder as he moved from corridor to corridor until reaching the other armored figure.

"Su'cuygar, vod!" Krenis called out, voice muffled through the helmet anunciator. "Ready to capture a superweapon?"

 

[Funky Balor]

Location: Omega, en route to reactor three it looks like.
Allies: [member="Cole Dagos"] [member="Arla Balor"]
Enemies: Sith jerks, other stuff


(OOC: slow reply is slow.....)



Funky simply nodded as he looked at the map and shrugged. "I'll take three. Stay on Comm Links and don't get killed," he mumbled absent-mindedly, slowly trudging down the hallway with a small satchel pack, some spears, his trusty ripper, and his armor girt for battle. The Musical Mando ambled towards the reactor, watching as more troops came towards him, opening fire. The pudgy smith dove behind a crate, taking cover and frowning. Hmmm, how many javelins did he have left? Three. And the spear. Nope. There were at least five troopers creating suppressing fire. He grinned as gripped the crate. Handles. Who put handles on a crate?



He grabbed the crate and lifted it, arms of a angry Beskar smith pushing and lifting the metal and hurling it at the troopers. He took two blaster shots to the left shoulder. Damnit. Wounded and angry. Ah well, at least the crate went flying towards his enemies. which was the right direction. The scattered, two of them being struck by the damn thing. Three to go. He let a spear loose with his non-wounded arm. Square in the neck. The other two came out firing again. He jumped and let a flash-bang go, sealing his eyes and ears shut briefly as it hit the floor. The noise was painful, but the men fired blindly down the corridor as Funky charged, mauling one and then the other with his spear. He grinned wickedly. This day was going so very well. You know, except for the bleeding. Ah, feth. Chicks dug scars, right?

 

[Wolf]

Objective: The Centre of the Omega
Nearby: [member="Thresh Sken"] | [member="Samka Derith"] | [member="Kierel"] | [member="Vustia"] | [member="Darth Ophidia"] | [member="Doc"] | [member="Daxton Bane"] | [member="Nomar"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="CT-47B"]

It would appear the Sith they had interrogated did not have any knowledge about the focussing crystals themselves, the key to destroying the Omega superweapon that Jareth had told them. Of course, that was provided Jareth's knowledge was trustworthy. The information they had gathered was far from useless however. Three distinct locations had become available. Central command, the reactors of the centre of the Omega. Central command or the reactors would both provide obvious choices for those wishing to destroy the superweapon. But given that Jareth spoke of the focussing crystals as lying 'deep in the heart of the beast', it appeared more reasonable to take their chances journeying to the centre. It would be a waste to not use the unique knowledge they had been given by following the other more obvious choices.

The Sith spluttered and convulsed on the ground, his body distorted and broken. Wolf's face remained expressionless, his attention moving away to the end of the hangar and their next destination. The Sith's mind also revealed whispers of Darth Molior and the Heart of Darkness. The former confirmed to him that Jareth was telling them the truth, at least in part, about the one who was behind all of this. The heart of darkness, on the other hand, was more of a mystery, though it would seem reasonable to guess that whatever it was would lie at the centre of the Omega. Wolf wondered if they would finally meet this Molior at the centre of the Omega too. He was still curious to see the power of a Sith who regarded every other sentient being to be mere insects compared to her, worthy only of being crushed.

Trusting that his fellow Knight had arrived at the same conclusions as to where they should be headed, with Samka receiving the same information from the Sith's mind as he did, he merely looked at her and nodded, not saying a word, before he strode forward and began to make his way to the end of the hangar and whatever lay beyond. The remaining enemies would be cut down in their path, most of the troopers in the hangar had either retreated or were dead by now. He expected his colleagues from the First Order to trust their judgment and follow them. The other Sith in their company he was not so sure of, and while any assistance would likely be helpful in what was to come, Wolf's main concern was that they would not stand in his way.

Speaking of the other Sith, where was the Rattataki? Wolf glanced around him, before reaching out with the Force, and she was nowhere to be found. He sighed, clearly she had decided to find her own way. He only hoped that they would not come to regret not keeping an eye on her. His interest was taken elsewhere as he glanced back to see the stormtrooper [ [member="Kierel"] ], the same who had spoken out of her place in the Academy, breaking the neck of the Sith they had interrogated before catching up with them. Putting him out of his misery. Perhaps Wolf should have done the same. He felt a tinge of guilt for leaving the man in such a sorry state, but the path to achieving true order and peace was not one for the sentimental.

While this trooper and every other compassionate soul in the galaxy could go around helping others with these small acts of kindness, Wolf would live the ruthless life necessary to achieve real peace in this galaxy. With unfeeling disregard for the suffering he inflicted, he would wear his mask of death with duty and honour, and do the things necessary that the self-righteous were unwilling to do. They could sleep easy at night, while he would take on the burden of the hated and the heinous, the murderous and the merciless. He would take the dark road necessary to establish true peace, and the true end to mass suffering. One spluttering Sith paled in comparison to the billions in this galaxy who suffered under disorderly and crime-ridden rule. Indeed, he paled in comparison to the billions whose lives could be snuffed out this very day, by this terrible weapon.

His absorbing train of thought was interrupted as they made their way past the hangar and through the winding corridors by the trooper who voiced yet another opinion. He stopped, and turned to face the trooper. His eyes bored into hers. There were a few seconds of silence as his gaze remained on her. His mouth finally opened to speak, "Our guide in the Academy told us of the focussing crystals that lay, in his own words, deep in the heart of the beast. At the centre of this station lies a void, a centre that is not detailed on any layout. It is there we will go, and there we will find the crystals necessary to destroy this weapon once and for all."

Wolf turned back around, and they would continue to walk on through the corridors of the Omega. Towards the heart of darkness.

 

[Vustia]

Objective: Centre!
Nearby: [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Doc"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Wolf"] [member="Nomar"] [member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Samka Derith"] [member="Daxton Bane"]

Vustia cringed at the Sith's mangled body she whispered not knowing if anybody could hear her "Did you really have to do that?"
It was a sight she had never really seen before, and she didn't want to continue seeing it. She swiftly followed [member="Wolf"] because she had no other ideas in what to do. The cruel reality of this weapon had sunk into Vustia's mind. "Do you think it's really possible to destroy this thing?" She spoke towards [member="Wolf"]
"I mean, can we really trust the information from the guide?"

 

[Samka Derith]

Location: Dark Sider Hanger
Objective: Centre of Omega
Around: [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] [member="Doc"] [member="Kierel"] [member="Vustia"] [member="Nomar"] [member="Darth Ophidia"]

The fighting had begun to die down as Sith forces were routed. Sam tossed a few extra bolts of lightning at the Sith forces. They were hardly fleeing in terror, ones so devoted to their cause... Samka had no doubt they were regrouping to defend another spot. One or two of them hit the floor but all it really earned her was a volley of blaster fire sent back her way. A blaster rifle was still a more effective long range weapon than her middling strength Force lightning.

Once the foe was out of sight, Sam turned her attention back to the others. An interrogation! What fun! It seemed one of the Sith had survived their duel and gathered around him was [member="Wolf"] [member="Thresh Sken"] and... the Sith from the academy? [ [member="Nomar"] ]

"I knew I left you alive for a reason," Sam said to the Sith as she approached then squeezed in next to Wolf. "Allow me, I was given top marks at my interrogation exam." Even before the words had completely left her lips, the young girl knew how childish her attempt at a brag sounded and internally scolded herself. How could others take her with the seriousness she deserved if words like that left her mouth?

She didn't take the lead but instead joined her power to Wolf's, aiding his penetration of the Sith's mental defences. They were impressive but not impenetrable. Gently now, we don't want to shatter any useful information, her voice chimed in Wolf's head as she felt the older Ren taking on a brute force approach. Eventually though a crack appeared in the walls of the Rogue Sith's mind, no doubt aided by the physical torment the Sith from the Academy was giving as well. Sam joined Wolf in turning the crack into a breach and the whispered secrets of the victim came pouring out.

Snapping herself back to the physical world, Sam exchanged a glance with the other Knight of Ren. They had both heard it. The call to this Heart of Darkness. "The heart of the beast," she whispered to him, echoing the words of their blind guide on Castameer. With that he nodded and marched towards the hanger's exit.

"Did you really have to do that?" Came a voice to the side. The Sith Acolyte they'd picked up on the ground, [member="Vustia"], was looking at the group in horror.

Sam raised a single eyebrow at the zabrak woman. "Yes. Yes we did," she stated simply. "He'd have gleefully done worse to any of us. Sympathy for the enemy does not befit a Sith."

Clearing her throat, Sam trailed Wolf and [member="Kierel"] who were talking together up ahead, trusting the others in their group to follow. "We're not alone you know. I can feel them crawling all over the station. Jedi, other Sith, Mandolorians, everything in-between. They're all here to crush Darth Molior. We should be careful who we attack from here onwards, there's no need to make enemies when we could make allies, even if it's only for the day."

 

[Claire Ouron]

Objective: Center of Omega
Allies: [member="Matsu Ike"] [member="Viktoria Kess"] [member="Jakkor Kess"] [member="RC-506 Lock"] [member="Xiarr Sair"]

Claire entered the lift and was surprised the amount of people following them though she was also glad to see them. "Good to know we're not alone in here. Thanks for coming guys."