"Borrowing" a Slave Ship.

[GhostOfProtocol]

Nal Hutta was a nice planet, well to the Cowboy anyway. Drugs, murder and other. It was basically like dying and finding heaven. However, he wasn't here to spend time looking through all the drugs and trafficking rings, instead he was perched on the bridge of "The Evo Night" that he may of borrowed from a guy who knew a guy.

Okay, he had to give it back, but not until he was finished with this task anyway. Sempra had decided he wanted a slave ship, so he sent Xander to go wait at Nal Hutta till one passed. Okay, it was a good idea, he had to give it to the Hutt, but Xander'd seen the protection these things had.

He sat on the bridge, looking at some basic controls. He used the touch system to set up a basic coms system around his ship. He then took it upon himself to power up weapons. He looked around, looked at some of the men busy running around doing whatever men do on ships.

All he could hope was that Sempra bothered to call in some backup.

 

[Project Uriel]

Transition time to target, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Red scoped vision engaged, heat tracing in effect, error system software not yet installed, retesting required. Her head clicked side do side, trying to compensate her targeting software.

A small unmarked archangel E-Wing appeared beside the other ship. Her targeting arc indicated the predicted coordinates had been achieved, calculating the next course of action, which was difficult because this was her first real test run. You wanted Uriel somewhere she could do the most damage possible, with the least care for what else was destroyed in the process, so using her as bait worked quite well. Bait, she had analysed the word but didn’t have the full meaning of it.

A throw away ship and a throw away drone on a test run for her company. Her head clicked to one side as her speech pattern recognition tried to find the right words or voice to say.

“Awaiting further directives.” Was all the test prototype said in the finish, coming over the comm system to [member="Xander Black"]. Uriel Model-1 was still in her design phase, it was a miracle she was able to fly this small fighter at all, or was it? Was the craft automated too, perhaps? It wouldn’t be the first surprise the age of steel had in store for the organics of this galaxy, not by a long shot.

[member="Xander Black"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Nice, so Sempra had sent some backup on this ship hunt. He chuckled as he heard the voice, nodding. "Open coms" he muttered to the controlling officer, who in turn passed a message to open the coms. Eventually he had a two way system. He thought for a moment, walking down to the holocomputer. Eventually, after eyeing his battlefield, he transmitted basic instructions into the secondary ship.

"Instructions sent, follow them and don't get us killed" he said through the comlink, smiling. He reread the instructions, nodding. They were all simple, such as "Wait for a signal" and "Flank Right" and "Take one cruiser and the Slave Ship", but one stood out. This was quite a simple, but diverse instruction. "Shoot to kill".

[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

He hated this. The scent of the sweat, the stench of this filthy huge metal body. The never ending whimpering and complaints of the slaves. And that gamorean slaver and his whip. The pheromones disgusted him. But he knew this was part of the deal. It held him by his honor and he would stay true to it. Otherwise he would draw shame upon Weequay. And that would not happen. It had only taken him a week to get the job the hutt had requested of him, these slavers were messy and failed to trace his background to the White Palace. And even if they had he doubted they would have understood.

The huge vessel shifted and the gamorean hit the lock up. Red lights cast a gjostlike light across the thousand or so already broken souls onboard.
Cages and chains were strapped and Ka-Aver knew the crew prepared the slave ship to prepare a jump.

Ka-Aver moved away from the reiling of the balcony overwatching level 5 toward the lift that he knew would take him to engineering.

He moved his sleeve toward his mouth.

"Coewbo, diz iz rat. Zempra zayz hello, I will make zure zieldz dont go up az you attack. Ratz out."

[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Project Uriel]

Kill… Running translation subroutine:
cause the death of (a person, animal, or other living thing).
put an end to or cause the failure or defeat of (something).
an act of killing, especially of one animal by another.

“Shoot to kill, secondary directive recognized.” Uriel’s basic linguistic program was still learning much, but Xander had cleverly kept the instructions basic, sheering her fighter right to avoid being killed. Not a pilot by any stretch, but avoiding being killed was computed and carried out.

The early model A-wing she faced was shot at, the slavers escort was simple, like their ships not expecting trouble. Her ship received damage in return. She computed this was not an efficient way to do battle, and pulled right, diagnosing the damage she’d received.

Uriel Unit:
Damage to Combat Chassis 0%
Primary Systems Green
Combat Capability 100%

Fighter Damage Assessment: Shields 50%

Ineffective at killing organics, recommend upgrade. The escort was on her tail firing again, she pulled right again and it overshot, by chance more than skill. Onboard missiles detected, diagnosing method of use.... firing. The explosion they caused was studied, and Uriel learned that day that missiles were effective at killing organics in space. Her ABC’s for today were just getting started. In the time it had taken her to work out what a missile did however, her small fighter was now on fire.

Heading toward the cruiser, Uriel began docking, the bigger target seemed like it would hold more to study. The ship’s automated systems had done most of her flying for her, and she skidded into the bay of the unprepared ship. Thankfully for her it seemed to lack a functioning shield generator, that or they hadn’t expected the lone fighter to just brazenly dock with them.

Little did they know who was on board that smoking ship as it skipped in to land, crashing across the deck of the cruiser.

[member="Ka-Aver"] | [member="Xander Black"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

The cowboy punched his chair. "The idiots couldn't just wait?" he growled, staring dead ahead. "Open fire, all forwards guns target the bridge of that big cruiser to the left. Scramble all fighters, including my own" he shouted. "Rat, shoot to kill, take the bridge at all costs!" he shouted again, this time through a comlink.

The Slave Ship's backup exited hyperspace, and Xander let out some unintelligible swearing. If only people knew how to wait for orders. Damn them. "YOU READY?!" he shouted across the bridge, and he accepted the nod from the deck officer as a yes. "Open the main hanger, come on guys" he shouted.

He watched as a bunch of fighters left his ship. He watched as a few instantly got taken out by the support cruisers, but for the most part they got out okay. He turned the ship sideways, opening out the port cannons. "Keep one cruiser alive, it's worth the money" he told the other two via comlink.

He was taking heavy fire, but he seemed to be dishing out more than he was taking. "If they run, shoot the engines guys" he told the fighters. Man, it wasn't easy running a fleet of his own, well... yeah, mkay.


[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver pushed through the steam boiling up from underneath the barred floor in the machineroom. The stench was more metalic in here and he felt unsure wether he prefered gamorean sweat or poorly maintained engines.

There, the bulking creature turned toward him with a squeek.

"What are you doing here guard! Get back to the pen!" the small one pointed a chubby finger toward the exit. Then he heard the aging alarm sounding across deck. A muffled blast shook the ship. His confidence turned to bewilderment, he was trying to figure it all out. Ka-Aver would not allow him to do that in time.
Ka-Aver reached for the two handd glaive on his back and in a flowing motion he pulled it free, swung it form his top right and down upon the engineers hand. With a terrified shriek the creature looked at the place where his hand used to be and the back up at the weequay stone face. Ka-Aver dropped his glaive and grabbed the stump quickly and with his other free arm drew an needle and injected a cocktail of bacta and spice into the mutilated man. Turning him around in a grapple of steel he made sure the engineer understood what was going to happen next.

"No zieldz" he hissed in the engineers ear and pointed toward the concoles in front of them. "Or other handz come off..." he added to the groggy little creature.

--------
Outside any attackers would notice that the main Slave transport failed to raise shields.

[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Project Uriel]

Smoldering fire from the fighter she was in, was obscuring the view of most of the cruiser's cargo bay, even so several guns leveled her way. Nothing happened and people wondered if the pilot was dead.

Punching, her fist came up through the cockpit, and it was thrown off with a clang. Those same people looked up as this young small girl stood to her feet atop the wreckage, and stared at them curiously, some even got over confident and started laughing. Her head edged one way, then the other, identifying them all.

21 Targets Registered, threat level moderate.
Action: Bolter
Response: Extermination.

Reaching down into her cockpit, a mk I Boltgun was pulled out, which suddenly had everyone stop still in place to see such a weapon up close. The noise it rang out next as explosive rounds shattered out across the deck, literally blowing away more than one man at a time was quite a chorus for the unprepared. These weapons had been liberated by the Archangel company, and she’d been gifted one for her testing before leaving by [member="Moira Skaldi"]

They returned fire of course in panic, some shots glanced off her, others missed and went wide… but uriel just continued firing into all of them, not letting one organic away, though of course some had dived for cover. Her firing was accurate, as it was software but she was as yet unused to being damaged or shot at, and so took several shots blistering up parts of her artificial skin, revealing the metal exoskeleton underneath.

[member="Xander Black"] | [member="Ka-Aver"]​

 

[Alatar Istari]

The Broken Soul came out of hyperspace to see the battle underway. Alatar Istari quickly put her shields up and contacted the nearest allied vessel. "The Evo Night, this is The Broken Soul, reporting for duty and ready for action," the Ghost Soldier smiled cruelly under her mask, "Give me something to shoot at." The small freighter readied it's turbolaser cannon.

[member="Xander Black"] @Ka-Aver @Project Uriel

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

He heard the new voice make it's way through his coms and he smiled. "Broken Soul, we need to take one of the backup cruisers, you got that?" he asked. The fighting was getting rough now, and he needed even more backup. He watched the fighting via his holodesk, and he watched as two signals went blank.

"If you really want to shoot though, aim for that ship on the back left" he told the Broken Soul, still watching the holodesk. Two more blips went dead, both his own. He was losing men quicker than he could replace them. The cowboy growled, watching the slave ship. "Rat, can we get coms in there, with the bridge?" he asked to his inside guy, waiting for a response.

He waited for a few moments, sending basic instructions into some fighters. His whole ship was rocking this point, the poor desk sarge who kept being abused was even blown off his feet. Xander moaned, he was ready to go home and call it a bad job. But, eyo, he couldn't exactly do that. If Sempra wanted it, you got it.

Xander had instructed his fighter to ready up, just encase he needed to fly over to that slave ship and beat the living hell out of it's bridge commander. Hopefully, he wouldn't need to. But eyo, better to be prepared. He watched as two more blips left the holodesk, and he turned just in time to see an enemy fighter plow into his ship.

He clawed back to his feet, growling. It was a long fight, and it was going to be even longer.

[member="Alatar Istari"]
[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Project Uriel]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g279AY4aLrg​

Small arms fire continued to pepper her body at intervals, denting metal or blistering the artificial skin. The prototype Uriel was far from combat ready yet, but she was serviceable. Tracking targets as they dived from explosions. Bolter calibrated to incorrect distance, experiencing shrapnel from the shells, her memory module updated itself with the correct firing range for a bolter.

Tracking across the bodies or smoking shell craters on the deck… #11 Targets confirmed deceased, #5 critical wounded, #5 remaining hostile.

Her viewscreen flicked blue to cover internal testing, still not having developed a sub routine to duck, or avoid fire, she was still exposed.

Analysing system damage.
Damage to Combat Chassis 15%
Primary Systems Green
Combat Capability 94%

Instead of anything more advanced, this basic testing drone, simply fired at the cover they were using, blowing it and them back… Ineffective combat technique, move to melee range. Slow metal footsteps started a steady approach, one man repeatedly firing a blaster pistol at her in blind panic, she registered increasing combat damage on her sensors, so she quickened her approach, and his neck bone was crushed between her metallic grip.

The bolter fire continued as she cleared the cargo bay, methodically, you might say she was too methodical and you’d be right because it slowed her down. Analysis of primary mission, capture cruiser. Analysis of secondary objective, shoot to kill. Analysis of archangel primary directive, test Uriel Unit. She re-balanced her directives, to a more efficient approach.

Turning toward the hallway, bolter out ahead, tracking her next targets, her vision sensor swept to spot silhouettes running to meet her… Uriel might if she had more programming, know where to attack a ship, like to depressurize the cargo bay, but she had no such clever programming yet being merely a test drone.

“Entry made. Approaching primary control point. System damage light.” She communicated to Xander’s ship. One more option for them to get a cruiser, if she managed to survive, better to have a few options because none were guaranteed.

[member="Xander Black"] | [member="Ka-Aver"] | [member="Alatar Istari"]​

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver looked up from snapping the engineers neck with perplexed face.

"Youz wantz me to go to bridge with talkmachine?" he questioned sensing that things might turn much worse then he originally had hoped for.

[member="Alatar Istari"]
[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

"Just go Rat" he screamed into the comlink. The Cowboy was getting more annoyed with these idiots by the second. He watched as another one of his fighters was shot out the sky. He built these, and now he watches them die. It's like a mother watching it's child die. He sigh, sending out another round of orders to the fighters.

Instantly, the fighters grouped into four diamond positions. They had orders to fight in Diamond positions, because at least then everything'd be protected. Actually, scrap that, during this fight nothing seemed protected. He blamed that carkin droid, man when he got his hand's on it, he'd melt it down into scrap metal and build a new ship from it. Well, start a new ship anyway, he had doubt one hollow droid'd finish a ship.

He chuckled, sending out his last round of fighters. There were twenty of these, five of which were bombers. He was running drastically low here, and he swore as more gunshots blew him from his chair. He heard the deck officer, who again was blown over, shout something about hull damage and engine damage, but The Cowboy couldn't of cared less.

[member="Ka-Aver"]
[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Alatar Istari"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver scratched his chin pondering as he watched the dead engineer at his feet. The Cowboy was not making sense to him. Go Ratz he murmured to himself. Perhaps he mean use the ventilation shaft? Ka-Aver decided it might be a good idea and walked up to the nearest shaft and tore away the hatchet. Crawling inside he slowly started to crawl his way toward the direction where he thought bridge would be located.

[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Alatar Istari"]

 

[Project Uriel]

The layout of this old cruiser wasn’t in her files, not many were yet truthfully, so her walk took her longer than she would have liked, not yet knowing she could pull up information from a computer nearby, not until she saw a crewman doing just that. One brief scream and one dropped body later, she was learning more of the ship they were on.

Shots hit her shoulder, causing light damage, turning to fire herself, the bolter sounds vibrating around the hallways as they made craters of men were unavoidable, the occasional passing crew man stepping out to fire and being struck methodically, either striking him, or close enough to him to sending him flying or dead.

Analysis of Bolters. Useful

Closing on the bridge.

All of this was chipping away at the droid, because nobody was organised enough to mount a proper response on this pirate ship, not with the battle going on in space, not till now. The next barricade, still coming, she tore into them with her weapon. This time her enemies had gotten wise, about time some might be saying, because one threw an iron grenade. The throw was too late to stop the bolter round shattering the cover they were hiding behind into small fiery pieces, but not too late to send a massive ion explosion nearby. Blue streams of power fluctuations went up her leg and left arm, causing extreme damage to her circuits there, Uriel fell to one knee… recovering.


Analysing system damage.
Damage to Combat Chassis 39%
Primary System Damage: Left leg and left arm critically damaged.
Combat Capability 62%

[member="Ka-Aver"] | [member="Xander Black"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

Cause he's back. Good posts guys and gals, lets finish this.

The cowboy watched as one of his small frigates moved out of hyperspace. It launched it's fighter squad, turning towards the slave ship. Slowly, Xander watched as the backup ships fell, leaving the slave ship open. Okay, so Xander would need to have his men fix it up, put the fires and stuff out, but hey.

Slowly Xander walked down to the hanger, boarding one of the two shuttles there. He ordered the pilot to fly the shuttle down towards the slave ship. The droid wasn't having all the fun, not by a long shot. Xander shrugged, removing his pistols as the shuttle connected with a small docking tube. He rushed out, instantly coming face to face with a blaster. He chuckled, kicking the guard in the face, blasting him.

Now to get to the bridge and finish this.

[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Project Uriel]

Crippling Ion damage to the Uriel unit had taken the effective movement of an arm and leg, which made operation of the bolter she was finding difficult, she had no time for self-repair, nor the expertise to reverse ion damage yet. The mission was still her primary concern, the preservation of the HRD unit a secondary to that.

Limping and dragging her damage foot, she attempted to use the bolter one handed, resting it over the other arm, it made her shots inaccurate, rebounding off walls. Thankfully the explosions as she neared the bridge were large enough that the bolter cleared the way.

At The Bridge Door with Xander

Xander catching up, the largely crippled and dead security force were either running for their lives or getting ready for a counter assault, because the hallways were empty all the way to the bridge. When he reached her, assuming he carried on, she nodded forward at the door, “locked.” Locking and loading her own weapon, she braced her legs.

Three loud cracks of thunder. Not having means of subtly entering, she just fired repeatedly at the locked door till it buckled, they were slow shooting weapons bolters, but each one was another loud crack, crack, crack against the supports, until it broke.

“Unlocked.”

Analysing through the smoke and debris she stepped forward, blaster fire bouncing off her chest, some puncturing but not all, causing further damage to the exoskeleton. She cleared all but two of the bridge staff. Until the captain popped up behind her with an iron weapon, nailing the droid squarely in the back, the HRD froze, blue electric fields rupturing her systems, and dropped to the floor. Leaving just two crew for Xander, unaware he was there yet, while uriel prone on the floor beneath the captain.

The captain called out confidently. “Ha!!! No metal schutta is taking my ship!”

Analysing system damage.
Damage to Combat Chassis: 59%
Primary System Damage: Left leg and left arm critically damaged. Heavy ion damage to motor relays, heavy ion damage to visual processing, moderate ion damage to CPU.
Combat Capability 13%

[member="Xander Black"] | [member="Ka-Aver"]​

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Black watched as the droid blasted her way into the bridge. He sigh, slowly asking himself if this droid knew the meaning of stealth. He shook his head, looking at the captain with interest. He had to give the man his dues, he was willing to sacrifice himself to save his ship.

Two loud bangs blew from his pistols, and both of the remaining men fell to the floor, dead. The captain backed off slowly, smacking his panic button like man. The Cowboy couldn't help but smile. He had the man running, finally. "Wh.." the captain started, only to be smacked by Xander.

It seemed that the captain was unarmed, which made this easier. Walking forward, Xander sigh, shooting the captain in the head, remaining silent. The captain fell to the floor and grabbed his head, dying slowly. "Get a clean up crew. Get this thing back to Sempra" Black instructed, walking back out of the bridge.

He wanted a beer.

[member="Project Uriel"]
[member="Ka-Aver"]

 

[Ka-Aver]

Ka-Aver suddenly dropped from the vent shaft in the ceiling. With a heavy "thump" he hit the floor, quickly raising to his knees, vibrosraff ready.

"Oh, mez late for tha partiez... " he grinned.

[member="Xander Black"]
[member="Project Uriel"]

 

[Sempra the Hutt]

The wind on Sriluur was surprisingly mild this afternoon. The various tents and large orange Umbrellas were placed around the hutt and his entourage. For this day Sempra had wished to dine outside. He had wanted to be there to see his prize arrive. There was a tense excitment in the air as they all waited.

Then, with a cracking boom and Clouds thwirling about ships were forcing themselves through the athmosphere. Sempra looked up, eager shining from his reptilian Eyes, It took several minutes Before the dust and cloud had dispersed but then there it was. Sempra let out a greedy laughter and everybody around him fell in with real or played excitment.

There were the ships of [member="Xander Black"] and [member="Project Uriel"] - both flanking what the hutt was so excited about.

It hung like a pompeus floating sign of crime and ruthlessness to many. For Sempra it symbolised Power and wealth. The huge slave ship had finally arrived and Sempra had finally gotten what he had ordered.

"It will be called the Jewel of Sriluur!" he declared with a booming voice.

"And it will serve as the flag ship in my new enterprice Semper Slaver." he chuckled.

"He switched on the com, good work mr Black. Now return to the Palace, there is much to discuss.

(OOC - Great RP as usual. Thank you and I Think we can define this thread as completed now. Cheers!)