Public Carrion Birds

[Hexus Dominus]

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Tython Orbital Volume
Galactic Alliance controlled system
Core Worlds

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Hexus Contingent:
Hexus Dominus | Scylla AI | TC-CS-4820

Independants:
Chain | Mellifluous Magenta | Sergeant Omen | Kig Mortuuga Khal "Kal" Garran
Open to all.​

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In orbit around Tython's star, the scrap and ashes of one of the largest battles in living memory sits undisturbed. Most of the escape pods still transmitting distress signals have been recovered, their occupants either rescued or captured by the victorious Galactic Alliance. Despite this, there is still treasure to be found in the corpses of the dead Mawite capital ships which loom in huge conglomerations over Tython.

While the fleets of the major factions still scoured the surrounding space, infiltration for those who knew how wasn't impossible.

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Hexus Dominus​

The Sub-Fragment of Contingent ships dropped out of hyperspace on the outskirts of the Tython system, Termite droids infesting their hulls in preparation for their duty ahead. A singe of Fulgent Cruiser escorting its Chimera ward like a shepherd with an insectoid herd animal. The latter ship was a sight to behold, recently created thanks to the suggestions of Scylla AI. To any organic it looked like a diseased isopod who had crawled from the depths of some stagnant, primeval sea, but to the ever fragmented mind of Hexus it was one of his favorite creations.
The belly of the Chimera was empty, salvage armatures making chewing motions in empty vacuum declaring their task. Inversely the Fulgent class ship held compliments of battle droids of ancient design, some bladed at every angle and others bristling like urchins with guns. All were at Hexus's beck and call, as well as that of his closest ally.

Not only was his contemporary working alongside him, covert negotiations and his engineering abilities had bought further support from unlikely sources. Hopefully, the three would be enough to secure Hexus Contingent what it needed to complete its efforts. He did not wish to consider what might happen if they failed, he'd run the numbers enough already. It was either sift through the ashes or starve in the deep void.

Within the hour, Chimera ships would begin to consume the debris. Whether this would be interrupted was another matter entirely.

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Spoiler: OOC

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[TC-CS-4820]

The Forlorn Escape had dropped out of hyperspace right behind the isopod like ships, sensor scramblers online as it went as dark as possible. The droid had made sure the bulkhead between the prison cells and the cargo bay was shut tight, the cargo unloading hatch opening wide like a predators Maw. TC-CS-4820 was inside with a the thruster unit of a spacewalk suit stuck on his back. He used short, percice bursts to move over to the empty hulk he was near, the small frame moving inside and scanning about.

He knew what the employer wanted; intelligence, fuel, munitions, the like. By the level of damage on this ship he knew not much would be on this vessel, but he still hunted through it. He could carry thirty tons od cargo, and he will deliver all thirty he promised.

 

[Khal "Kal" Garran]

Another ship almost shuddered into existence, the almost pieced together light freighter pulling out of hyperspace just on the edge of all the wreckage with not only a lack of grace but with all of the charm of a drunkard nearly crashing into everything as they tried to exit the cantina. The ship by any quick glance would have almost appeared as a junker just idly passing by out of pure chance, but inside the ship preparations were already made to do anything but. What equipment the freelancer had was long prepared after realizing what a small treasure trove of 'lost' parts would just 'happen to fly away into space.' Power already rerouted for the newest of countless times to what systems were needed, ship made as dark as he could and just silently praying the patchwork would hold up under more powerful scanners than what he was used to.

The ship just casually gliding about one of the ships as Kal worked to ensure everything was in order. He didn't expect to get a lot on his end, if anything he cared more about internal parts and salvaging enough to refuel and fix up his own ship. Whistling to himself in the cockpit as he kept eyes on his radar for a time, trying to pretend it flickering on and off was just normal and not another reminder of how sorely he needed an upgrade, and tracing over the comms for a time to ensure even if he wasn't alone, that he was at least not in immediate danger.

 

[Lucretia Lister]

Wearing: Liar's Flesh

Consort's Ring


Armed With: Double Agent (Blue Saberstaff)


Objective: Retrieve riches


Earlier... Khemost...

It should have been House Io's greatest victory.

The Maw defeated, it's champions and prophet slain...

...yet the cost to do so for House Io had been staggering.

Lucretia's Personality had been useful to the Battalion in the days since, as it allowed her to go around without attracting dirty looks from the Nuetralizers and other Citizens, and it gave her the ability to act like a genuinely nice individual for once as Xiphos's question about whether The Battalion genuinely believed in The Dark Side or was programmed to had begun to get to her more and more.

Well acquainted with the Shape Shifting, Split Personality antics of each Cultist by this point, Xiphos hadn't even blinked when Lucretia had assumed control of the Battalion's flesh for the next few days after the cost of their triumph at Tython filtered in, when the cost became truly pronounced in the form of the Brain Demon, Goddess of The Battalion's Cult, had demanded the forcible conversion of one of its Citizens to the Cultist's ranks.

Lucretia had decided to take advantage of her unofficial status in the House, and decided she would try to recover some assets and possibly any House Io escape pods the other side had missed left from the Battle of Tython. She had decided to captain a GS-100 Salvage Ship and made the arduous journey with four others of its kind in tow.

The debris field was staggering. Lucretia was both awed and horrified that so much had been ships full of living, breathing people. Some of it included what was left of their own vessels, which took top priority.

Lucretia watched from her seat on the bridge, directing two to head towards the shattered wreck of what looked like a Rhand Class Cruiser, entwined with a Mawite wreck.

She felt a great pang of sadness for what it had cost House Io to win as the ships ran the scans for salvageable resources.

She also felt a pinpoint of Force Energy that was very surprising in its strength...but what could be making it?

Lucretia ordered her ship deeper into the debris field...

 

[SC-ID "Cairo"]

Tython Orbit

Tags:

Hexus Contingent

Hexus Dominus | Scylla AI | TC-CS-4820

Independents

Chain | Mellifluous Magenta | Sergeant Omen | Kig Mortuuga | Khal "Kal" Garran

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SC-ID 8131 "Cairo" sat in the cockpit of his fighter as he ventured closer and closer to the planet in ruins. Tython, of course he wasn't there for the attack, but he had heard of the losses both sides faced. With the Empire nearly losing a Super Star Destroyer, and entire battle groups being destroyed, there was bound to be some worth while wreckage. Luckily his fighter could store quite a substantial load.

But of course, he wasn't here to take the entire load for himself, he was there responding to a 'call for aid', though he wasn't sure how legitimate. He made his way towards the location of the call, as he flew threw the wreckage, he ignored most of the junk laying around, though took interest in few. As he closed in on the grouping of ships, he sent out a transmission. "This is the Infiltrator, requesting permission to dock, responding to the previous call for aid."

He waited for a response as he sat there, taking in the aftermaths of the battle which had taken place. Though he was a droid, he was still saddened to see the carnage and mayhem humans and other species alike brought upon themselves.

 

[Kig Mortuuga]

Location: Tython Orbit | Euphoric Toxin
Tags: Open

Mortuuga Marauders
Dialogue Key:

Spoiler

• Kig Mortuuga - Captain
• Zebkar Verbok - Muscle
• Luche Vim - Pilot
• Bang Bang - Explosive/Slicer
• Gal Scilla - Muscle/Gunsmith
• Dixi Zen - 1st Mate

“Dere she be,” Kig spoke with a smile. “De spoils of de largest battle de galaxy be seein’ in quite some time.”

“Lots of other vultures,” Bang Bang announced from her position at the sensor and comm positions of the YV-865 Aurore-class freighter’s cockpit. “Too much going on out there to give you proper numbers or quality of the other craft, but there is definitely more than dead ships out there.”

“Who else be out dere is no concern to me,” Kig said with his signature troublemaker smile. “Can you find me a good target to start with?”

An orange hand pale orange hand with intricate white tattoos came from Kig’s right shoulder across his face. The feminine finger pointed to a wrecked cruiser. “Why not just start with the closest?” Dixi questioned with a laugh. She was always looking for the quickest path to satisfaction.

The Duros pilot turned to her Togruta cohort and then back out the viewport. “I can dock easily enough, boss.” Luche’s low voice informed the captain. “Looks like it was a nice ship in its day.”

“Which was only a few weeks ago!” Bang Bang responded with a hissing laugh.

“Very well,” Kig said from his captain’s chair. “Let’s do it.” He reached down and pressed a button on the left arm of his chair. “Zeb, Gal prepare to go exploring. Probably want vac suits on. Not sure we can count on atmosphere where we’re heading.”

 

[Rannux Sevesu]

Location: Tython Orbit
Objective: Search the Wreckage
Tags: Open

Rannux stood on the bridge of one of three ships which had just entered the system. The Exilium Authority was there to recover wreckage of the Eternal Empire ships, on behalf of them. They had to take caution though, because there were bound to be other forces at play. "Red Hawk, begin a sweep of the surrounding wreckage, we're only looking for Imperial wreckage." He called over the comm system to one of the Metternich-class Light Carriers.

"Understood, sir. Beginning sweep and deploying droids." The Red Hawk's captain responded, as droid fighters launched from all 5 ships to patrol the surrounding wreckage, not only for the sweep, but also for their protection. The chances of a group that large being attacked was unlikely, but then again, you could never be too cautious. "Black Knight to command, we've detected hat appears to be salvage ships nearby, but it could be the wreckage interfering, how should we proceed?"

"Black Knight this is command, deploy half a squadron of droids to investigate." As he responded, he saw 8 of the original patrolling starfighters branch off to the source of the readings. "Command to all ships, let's get this done quickly, I dont like being out in the open." With that, he sat back down in his command chair. While the ships being used weren't built for cargo hauling, they had plenty of space. Hopefully, everything would go according to plan.