Public Chains of Rothana (EU & Signed Up)

[Nimian Totan]

Objective III: Break The Chains
Location: Industrial District, Rothana
Tags: Tamsin Graves Taika Yukan Sovereign Signal

When the TIE crashed, there was a short time where relief filled the men who had dismounted from the Juggernaut. However, the pounding of mechanical parts filling the air told them that they were not safe by a long shot. Especially if their transport got caught out in the open with the AT-ATs prowling.

It was decided to roll the titanic machine slow, having the infantry walk alongside the massive metal beast of burden. At least then there was less chance of them getting completely waxed. The scene in the industrial district was grim, the battle for the first factory had taken many a life, some workers having already been killed by local forces.

Leaders of the dispatched squads came in and rounded up their men and began to bark orders to the workers. What men could still fight would prepare for the next wave. Their orders were to take this factory, then await for Colonel Nimian's next instructions. One of the men who lead these fighters was a particularly physically imposing Stormtrooper with a black "13" on his right shoulder. Staff Sergeant Morita crossed his arms, looking as the other soldiers milled about.

"See to distributing the grenades only to the survivors that have some idea of what their doing. I don't want to lose a squad to a jumpy civvie," Morita said, casting his gaze to some of the men. It wasn't ideal to rely on a civilian force to do their dirty work, but they'd need the bodies if nothing else.

"Sniper team's in position Staff Sergeant!" Came a voice from his radio, the scout troopers were already prepared for the enemy. Heavy weapons teams were also setting up near barricades and natural cover in the factory. Anything that would take blaster shots better than their armor would do, so long as they could still fire.

"Colonel Toten wants this placed locked down by the hour! I don't want so much as a rat getting through the defenses without us knowing about it! And for the love of everything, get our comm gear out of the Juggernaut, I don't want to be flying blind!"

Back at the EU's command position, Nimian poured over intel reports. There were small skirmishes and battles going on all over the planet, but the capital had it the worst. He saw a few targets that could be hit, once he had secured the foothold. There were also reports of Stormcommandos downtown. If possible he may send Morita's group to meet with them, until then, he'd monitor the radios and terminals for any important reports.

 

[Eyrin’va]

Location: Moff Abretta's Fortress, Rothana
Wearing: Assassin Armor
Tags: Linegrave | Genesis Draykin | Astrid Hex | OPEN

The plain Jane white armored opposition had all but fallen when I was confronted with the next wave. Black armored elite soldiers. At least the next step up from your common grunt. At first they were just numbers to me. Something to add to my score for the next level.

But these troops were more organized and better equipped to deal with someone of my nature. I was about to spring into action when several shots from a heavy blaster cannon whizzed by my head. While a growl formed in my head it came out as more of a giggle. I calmly took cover and calculated the tally of points for the opposition available to fell and the difficulty in going through instead of going around.

With a surge of the Force, I launched myself, my lightsaber spinning to bite into the wall, creating temporary purchase points as I ascended. The wind threatening to rip me from my perch, but I was a part of it, an extension of the Force's will.

Reaching a maintenance hatch near the upper levels, I paused, listening. The rhythmic thud of a patrol. I extended my senses, feeling the cold minds of the Death Troopers. They were nearly machines, predictable. I cut through the hatch, and climbed in, the Force cloaking my presence, my movements silent as a falling snowflake.

The air inside was stale, recycled, but the scent of ozone and blaster fire was faint but present. I was close. I moved through the narrow shafts, a phantom in the ventilation system. The clatter of armor, the guttural commands of the Moff's elite guard – they grew louder. I saw them through a grate: hulking figures in dark armor, E-Webs set up behind makeshift barricades. Chokepoints. Just as anticipated.

A flicker of movement. One of the elite guards, separated from his comrades for a moment, adjusting a power conduit. My moment. With a silent burst of speed, I dropped from the vent, my lightsaber a searing arc of crimson. The guard barely had time to register my presence before my blade found his neck. No cry, no warning. Just a quiet slump as he hit the ground. I melted back into the shadows, dragging his body into a recessed alcove.

The saferoom. It had to be here. The Force pulsed, a subtle beacon guiding me. I could feel the Moff's fear, a sour tang in the air. He was a rat in a maze, and I was the predator.

 

[Leoric Redgrave]

Objective IV: BYOO (Bring Your Own Orphan)
Location: Rothana's Surface, near Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Eira Vane

"Copy Corvessa, I see you."

Which was an odd statement to make. Rook and Corvessa had never met in the flesh. All the communication so far had been via transponder, dead drops and comms. But today was a new day and the day required a more direct approach. They could not expect a junior agent to carry this weight alone and so they required Rook to join the mission proper.

It wouldn't be the first time he did so and wouldn't be the last.

Those words might freeze Crovessa in her tracks even more than the weather did around these parts. It was followed by Rook dropping the optical cloak that had kept him out of view this entire time as he had tracked her progress.

"Nice to put a face to the name." He said with a clipped tone. "This isn't personal, by the way. Command received the intel last second, they would be unreasonable to assume someone fresh could handle it alone."

 

[Eira Vane]

Objetctive IV: BYOO
Location: Rothana's Surface, near Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Leoric Redgrave

The operative jogged to a halt just as Redgrave's optical cloak dissolved, showing the tall man had already taken up a position on the cliff. The revelation did take the wind out of her a little -- she had expected to see him, after all, but not that he was already waiting for her. She shrugged off his assurances. "If you believe anything," she said quietly, crouching and then going prone at the edge of the cliff, all business. She drew her carbine up, switched on the magnified sight, began to scan the entry. "Believe this: I don't care."

And it rang true; Eira Vane didn't have an ego as such. That "Command" had underestimated her abilities meant nothing to her bottom line. The paycheck was the same. Still, transparency was part of the package with her. "Don't misunderstand me: Command is wrong. But it makes no difference to me."

She finished her preliminary scan, calling out the marks as she identified them. "Bogeys at roughly ten o'clock, eleven thirty, twelve thirty, and two o'clock. Well within range." A glance over her shoulder at the man she only knew as Rook. He looked more like one of those old-timey holovid stars than she would have expected. Just went to show that you couldn't judge based on voice any more than you could on appearances. "Don't think they know we're here. Say the word and I'll put 'em down."

 

[Linegrave]

Objective: 2
Allies: Genesis Draykin | Eyrin’va | Astrid Hex

She hoped with all her heart that one of her people managed to remove the Moff.

Draykin, Eyrin’va, Hex or someone in one of their retinue. That would please her. Quietly and privately.

She had intended to at least try and claim the Moff herself, to snatch the prize from their eager hands and give them a challenge. But the chamber sealed around her, the doors locking with mechanical finality. All except for one. Through it, soon enough, stepped prey.

A Sith. Linegrave's nostrils flared in disgust.

"This is the issue with the rats that call themselves Imperial in this Galaxy." She twisted with precision, letting the blade cut nothing but air. Her hand met his chest a heartbeat later. Through her palm surged raw telekinetic power: focus meeting brutality for maximum impact. The Sith crashed into the far wall, denting metal. But he was still moving, so she would have to correct that.

"They grovel with filth and call it power, too frightened to claim the thrones meant for them."

Every sharp object in the room suddenly lifted up... to run the disgusting thing through and nail him to the wall where he belongs.

 

[Leoric Redgrave]

Objective IV: BYOO (Bring Your Own Orphan)
Location: Rothana's Surface, near Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Eira Vane

Lips curled into amusement at her boldness.

"I am glad to see you are just as confident now as you were on your first mission." Leoric said with a chuckle. "But no, paint them on the HUD, but this is a light-touch mission. Each one of those men out there are die-hard supporters of the Moff. If we miss even one, they will be able detonate the payload before we ever get there."

And then the strategic resources would be lost to them.

"We will go in on foot. Evade detection and slip into the depot proper. Once we identify the self-destruct, we will disengage it." And then Command could send in the cavalry, picking up the supplies and mop up any resistance necessary.

He rose up again, watching the depot from a distance with a frown.

"This will be the least risk to the assets, Corvessa."

 

[Mercy]

Objective: BYOO
Location: Subterranean smugglers' port, beneath Rothana's industrial quarter
Posts: 1

The descent began at an old ore shaft, long collapsed at the surface but hollow beneath. Daevis's crew had forced open the side entrance with minimal fuss. It smelled like rust and ancient neglect.

Mercy ducked through the first bulkhead and entered a forgotten artery of the smuggler's outpost. She wondered if the smugglers even knew about it. The path downward was narrow and choked with ice. Pipes pushed away from the walls like bulging veins. Faded signage warned of structural instability. Everything about it said, you aren't meant to return.

But that wasn't something that would stop someone like Mercy. Which meant it wouldn't stop the companions along with her either, instead they descended down into further the underworld.

Twenty meters in, the tunnel began to vibrate and hum.

"Movement," one of the enforcers muttered, knife already half-raised. Mercy took note of it.

"No," Daevis snapped, clearly annoyed by the assumption. "It's just a power surge, calm the feth down."

The guy sheepishly lowered his weapon again.

They reached a junction and stopped. A red warning light pulsed weakly on the wall. The floor beneath them began to vibrate even harder now.

"It's an old transport grid," Daevis said, already checking his scanner again. "Seems to be automated. There is a freight platform moving above us. Someone's inbound."

Mercy's brows furrowed in thought. "Was that on the manifest plans you checked before?"

"No, but it could be one of the other crews moving to seal the deal. That wouldn't be in the plans."

Mercy nodded and gestured for them to continue. Daevis just raised his hand and sent one of the enforcers ahead. The tunnel split at the next junction, one led to the freight intake, the other continued down toward the port's perimeter.

It took three minutes to secure the fork. Three minutes of crouched silence while the hauler above passed with a groan of old machinery and muffled engine clatter.

Daevis flicked the power limiter on his carbine to silent mode.

"Breach point in sixty meters. We'll hit the upper catwalk. Main floor's two levels below. Looks like at least a dozen warm bodies on scanner. Transponders masked. They didn't want to be seen."

Mercy's voice came quiet.

"They will be. But I think... We will try a different approach."

Daevis shouldn't have been surprised. Mercy seemed to enjoy throwing curve balls their way without warning.

"Ma'am? We have a plan..."

Mercy smirked. "Plans don't matter. Only my desire does. I want them alive, all of them, at least for now. We will give them the option of joining our little operation."

The Vigo of Ashline Terminal would be happy to have another point of supply, she assumed.

"Do as I say, Daevis. I don't want to repeat myself."

And then she moved again, down into the heat beneath the ice, toward the deal no one knew they were about to interrupt.

 

[Sky Wulicailt]

OBJECTIVE ONE

"Got an idea. Lord Anathemous, Captain, follow my lead."

An idea? Great! Sky was driven with vigor by Vestra's proclamation. She watched as the energy shield barely held; it was their lifeline on the edge of defeat. However, when she glanced back at Vestra, the captain was only confused at first.

"What the hell are you--" The panels shrieked as they were torn from the wall. Sky nearly jumped like a scared lothcat.

Then, the Sith charged forward with her makeshift cover. It was crazy, but the captain knew better than to sit stunned and do nothing. She waved the soldiers forward. "Come on, come on! Don't just chit yourselves, let's fuckin' gooo!" She charged forward and fired careful shots out from behind the panels.

The Dark Troopers marched at an even pace. Unphased by the charge, unphased by the shots that barely scorched their impressive armor. Yet, if they managed to fight up close and personal, they might just find the edge they needed to bottleneck the droid juggernauts.

Kaila Irons | Vestra Tane

 

[Genesis Draykin]

Theme: Dead Moon​

OBJ: 2
Post: 4
Location: Rothana
Equipment: [Here]
Tag: Linegrave | Eyrin’va | Astrid Hex

The lighting in the fortress began to flicker and dim, slowly dying as the last bit of energy from the generators faded through their wires and circuits. Gen pushed herself up to her feet and looked at the dead soldiers in front of her. She walked over to them and reached down pulling a couple of frag grenades from their belts, adding them to her belt.

Then she took off in a slight jog for the repulsor lifts up ahead she could her blaster fire coming from several corridors. Her thoughts though now were to make it to the moff several floors beneath her. Not that she wanted the kill, even though it might put a notch in her belt and maybe gain her some good will with this new Imperial group she honestly knew little about.

Though they seemed pretty heavy on recruiting force users she could feel it in the air being flung like cake in a food fight. That wasn't a bad thing though it helped her mask her own use of the force and Magick. Still, she had to be careful what she had done to the generators was overdoing it a bit she mentally reminded herself.

As she walked past several dead soldiers and a couple of dead mercs that had accompanied her as she approached the lifts. The doors were pried apart and repelling ropes hung from the edge. She peered over the edge to see where her team was in their climb. It seemed they had made it down to sub level six as she looked down to see a dim light of a breached elevator door.

For a moment Gen closed her eyes and took in the sounds around her and took a deep breath as she moved up and step off the edge of the lift shaft. Her spell of the spider still active she ran down the wall of the shaft her feet sticking to the wall. She quickly descended to her destination as she came up the breached doors.

She did a small little flip coming to her feet in the corridor of the breached doors. Corpses riddled the hall at her feet. Mercs, enemy soldiers, and others she looked at one of the mercs wounded not yet dead, looked up at her from where he laid. His eyes wide at what he had just seen her do. "How?" He coughed out lungs full of blood. Gen just stared at him for a moment then looked down the hall where a broken turret sputtered but nothing fired from it as it targeting system still worked running on its back up power source. She quickly knelt down next to the dying man. He had done nothing to her, he had been on her side, but he had seen more than he should have.

"It doesn't matter." She said softly as she placed her cupped gloved hand over his mouth and nose. The man's eyes went wide as he his breath was cut off and his body began convulsing as he couldn't breathe and began to choke and drown in his own blood. The Man's eyes looked into her eyes and for a moment he swore before the darkness took him that her eyes glowed. Gen took no pleasure in taking fairly innocent life even if they were dying already, but she had her secrets and she wanted to keep them. "May the Fanged God, take you into his embrace." She whispered as she lifted her hand from his face.

She didn't have time for this she had a Moff to head hunt she thought as she stood up and began her walk down the hall cautiously knowing it was armed with turrets and no doubt more soldiers.

 

[Eira Vane]

Objetctive IV: BYOO
Location: Rothana's Surface, near Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Leoric Redgrave

"If you say so," said the operative, and she touched the command to tag the men on their HUD displays. Eira continued to examine the environment, a trained eye carefully scanning around, until -- "Ah. There." She pinged what she found: a recessed vent, steam trickling into the environment. "Ventilation for their heating system, looks like." She rose and offered Rook the rifle so he could confirm if he wanted. "Right along the ridge. Just need to hope Number Four, in the watchtower, isn't looking. But by then we're behind their lines, so why would he?"

Eira had enough experience to know that dumb luck played a larger part in these things than most people cared to admit, but when one was well-prepared, well-equipped, and ready to do whatever was required, sometimes dumb luck was unavoidable.

"Or there's garage entrance on the other side. Limited traffic in and out so far, but every so often a patrol comes out, makes a loop, and goes back in. What do you think?" She pointed in the direction she meant.

 

[Kaila Irons]

Wearing: Armor
Tags: Sky Wulicailt Vestra Tane

"Hrmh. then we might have to do this the old fashioned way." Anathemous grunted.

She stepped forward, gloves audibly straining around her saber as she lifted it to fend off the oncoming titans. It seemed however that her newest apprentice had a plan.

"Got an idea. Lord Anathemous, Captain, follow my lead."

The young Darth never took her eyes off the foe, but hearing the panels shriek was all she needed to know.

"Do it!"

She ran behind and to the side of Vestra, giving Sky and her men room to shoot around her. Each step thudded against the deck, Exo-muscle working overtime to carry metal bones in long strides, only to become lighter and lighter the closer she came.

When at last the footfalls became silent, Anathemous was lifted off her feet.

Perhaps the ceiling was too low to levitate behind the enemy unscathed, but she had the high ground, line of sight over Vestra's shield, which had created an opportunity she was sure to take advantage of.

The Dark Troopers opened fire on the now exposed Darth, forcing her to dedicate a moment of focus into deflecting the torrent just long enough to draw a second lightsaber from her belt.

The crimson shoto sailed nimbly behind the enemy formation, beheading one of the hulking droids in a spinning motion.

The Lord of Blades pulled her empty fist back and the saber obeyed, circling back for another round.

 

[Sovereign Signal]

Before Eyrin’va had the pleasure of finding a way into the safe room--and oh, she was so close--a shield trooper charged at her from practically out of nowhere! He yelled his battle cry and tried to knock her over with it. He didn't waste time swinging his stun stick around wildly.

"Take this!" He shouted. "And that!" He yelled. "I won't let you reach him!" He declared.

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In Linegrave 's fight, things weren't looking good for the Sith. He struggled to stand and noticed the sudden makeshift skewers ready to kill him on the spot. Anger, hate, and fear surged through him, and he summoned the Force to strip metal and panels from the walls and floor. The makeshift barrier wrapped around him, as best it could, and caught most of the lethal projectiles. A few made it through, some cut across his arms, and another stuck itself deep into his side.

The pain served him well, as did the desperation on life's edge, as he pushed the barrier out with a defiant blast of energy and summoned a burst of speed--he charged at the Cipherum-Master, with every intent to shove his lightsaber into her gut.

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Genesis Draykin was a cold-blooded killer. Did she sense that someone else was, too? Someone nearby. A figure uncloaked. Not a Force user, but a trained assassin with clever bits of tech. A shadow trooper. He threw a flash grenade and then fired his light repeater wildly.

He wasn't alone. A second figure uncloaked and charged from behind with a drawn vibroknife. The first? A distraction. The second? An attempt to silence her for good.

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Nimian Totan 's forces made their way ahead. Things were quiet, with only distant sounds of fighting from the Morita's position.

In a building across from where some of the Colonel's men had entrenched, signs of movement suggested a skirmish on the horizon. Indeed, at a cross street before the juggernaut's path, a landspeeder with a makeshift rocket launcher pulled out in front of them and fired a volley of dumbfire missiles. The bulk of them headed straight for the armored transport. They weren't piercers, nor were they high yield, but between concussive force, shrapnel, and luck, there was some damage to be dealt.

Shots came next from the surrounding buildings. Nothing akin to a shootout, but scattered shots and sniper fire. A test of the 228th's preparedness, perhaps. Though an experienced officer would see it for what it was--a delay tactic.

Thump... Thump...

The menace approached, hidden somewhere beyond the buildings, but much closer than it was previously.

 

[Rinea]

"Crimson Iron has linked up," a comm officer announced.

Rinea smiled--if slightly. "Good."

Things were well underway, and she wasn't a military commander, so she left the detailed decision-making to those who were. The Chiss slowly made her way through the forward command center. Mostly, she just wanted to gather the mood, create an understanding of their own confidences and anxieties. Things she was trained to address.

She approached Nimian Totan , who had been something of an outlier. Well, truthfully, he was an outsider. Brought in to shore up their invasion efforts, and right now, his forces have entered the heart of battle.

"Colonel, is it?" She broke the ice. "Interrupt or ignore me if you must, but I heard you flirted with death when you landed. Is that right?"

What type of man was he? She wondered.

 

[Leoric Redgrave]

Objective IV: BYOO (Bring Your Own Orphan)
Location: Rothana's Surface, near Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Eira Vane

Redgrave accepted the rifle from her and peered through the digital scope.

Both options had their benefits and their disadvantages, carefully laid out by Eira already. Luck was important in these matters, people often said it didn't exist, but Leoric knew better. After this many missions he knew that luck was the thing that separated the great from the legendary. You could help it along here and there, but usually... it was either with you or it wasn't.

"First option. At that distance the wind will blow in his eyes if he looks back to try and scan the interior." That would reduce his ability to spot them if for some reason he tried to do so.

The snow ought to fix the rest.

He gave the rifle back. "I will be right behind you, Agent Corvessa." While he could have led the mission himself, Leoric didn't think that was fair. This would give her the opportunity to really show off her chops. Once she set into motion, the senior agent followed along promptly. He kept an eye on his HUD, making sure the pulsing beads that designated other foes were where they were supposed to be.

They had to crawl right against ridge a few times, but managed to get to the grate for the heating system.

It poured scolding steam out every few minutes. That gave them an entry time and opportunity to pass through quickly. It seemed locked, but it was digital, their tools could handle that easily.

"You wanna do the honors?"

 

[Eira Vane]

Objetctive IV: BYOO
Location: Rothana's Surface, near Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Leoric Redgrave

"On it," said Eira -- Corvessa -- as her hand snaked into her backpack. She had its contents and layout memorized, so with minimal fuss she soon extracted her lockpick tool. She lowered herself so that she could pin her slim frame between the cliff edge and the structure of the vent housing, shielded more or less from view. If the wind shifted, she'd get a face full of scalding steam, but that was the operational hazard here. A face-full of steam at half a meter out in freezing temperatures would be survivable, but if her hands were right at the grate, even with gloves she was looking at a grisly burn.

The steam belched out, and Eira knew she had sixty seconds, give or take, to pop the lock. She set to work immediately. One. Two. Three. Counting along as her fingers slotted the tool into the digital lockframe. She examined the readout on her HUD, eyes already tracing a likely pattern. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eira's fingers danced along the tool, manipulating the daemon through its paces. "Hit a firewall," she informed Rook curtly. "Take a few seconds to override -- disabling the alarm."

Forty-eight. Forty-nine. Fifty. The latch mechanism was in sight and the hissing of steam was rising from within the ventilation system, a whirring sound as the nearby fans began to suck the heat out as exhaust. "Nearly -- "

Fifty-seven. Fifty-eight. Fifty-niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

The latch disengaged and she yanked her hands away from the vent just as the steam became visible, rising from the far end of the shaft. She shuffled a half-meter away, keeping her body taut between the cliff edge and the building, until the steam passed. "Got no visibility into this thing," she told Rook. "I'll go in first and see. I'm just going to have to take the first drop I see. And if there isn't one and I get burned up in all that heat, then, you know -- go to the garage entrance and good luck, I guess."

Always so sentimental, our Corvessa.

Without further word, she waited for the last of the steam to exhaust and then clambered into the vent, beginning to silently crawl. Again counting. Again wondering whether she would be mangled and/or steamed like a lobster. She found a grating about twenty seconds into the sperlunk and levered it open. Quickly peering down, she noted that it appeared to be a supply closet. She quickly relayed that information to Rook before lowering herself down into it, dropping almost silently among the mops and cleaning supplies.

 

[Leoric Redgrave]

Objective IV: BYOO (Bring Your Own Orphan)
Location: Rothana's Surface, near Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Eira Vane

"You got this." Leoric said simply as he lied in wait together with her. Every move she made only confirmed to Leoric what he had known already and what he tried to convince the others of.

Vane wasn't just a highly flexible and valuable asset.

In her he saw someone that could potentially be one of their best agents. She just needed... to understand what it was they were doing here. He still caught her at times, assuming that they were just a grift. That they said they cared about people and wanted to create paradise for all, but that in reality they were just as bad as the Moff they were currently trying to remove from the board.

That the Eternal Union was just waiting for their moment to show their true colors.

But maybe that was just something that time would bring.

She got through and Vane held his breath without realizing it. If she got scorched to ash there... it would be a blow to his plans. Luckily she didn't disappoint him and soon enough he heard her vault down. The hiss of the steam a while later, carving through where the woman would have been.

"Luck is the dividing line between excellence and legendary, Corvessa." He responded through their shared commlink. He slipped into the grate after the steam let up again. A few breaths later he dropped to the floor next to her. A supply closet, which seemed quaint enough. "Mm, there are uniforms here, we could wrap it around us, hide the armor."

He said thoughtfully as he inspected one of the uniforms.

"It won't pass muster if they get up close, but it would allow us to move in the background for at least a while. What do you think?"

 

[Astrid Hex]

Location: Rothana, Mountainside Fortress
Objective: 2 - Kill the Moff / Secure the Data
Tags: Linegrave | Eyrin’va | Genesis Draykin

For the first time in a while, Astrid was grateful for her fairly short stature. It made moving through the apparent maze of a ventilation system easier. Turns, drops, even a couple points where she had to climb up too. Honestly, she had no idea how anyone in this fortress got any decent air.

But at least she got to eavesdrop on a few conversations along the way. Many of which amused her greatly. At least you lot were smart enough to not be at the front door when we kicked it in.

As she continued to crawl, Astrid suddenly had a warming flash across her optics. “Gemini, what is it?” She quietly asked. The AI activated the scanner, pulsing outwards across the length of the ventilation shafts. Nothing appeared initially, until it followed a bend and it illuminated the approaching MSE Droid.

“Huh, well I guess I gotta give them credit for thinking ahead and putting some security in here.”

The pinkette grumbled to herself. Of course the day she needed to use the glove, was the same day she had gone all in on the arm blades. With Gemini keeping track of the droid’s distance, Astrid focused on stuffing a hand into her jacket and rifling through it. She pulled out a glove-like device, wasting a second more as she deftly slid it over her right hand.

Right as the MSE Droid turned the corner, finally detecting her.

“Hello there little guy.” Astrid said, her eyes affixed to the small droid as its shock prod sparked dramatically. “I don’t want to cause any unnecessary droid violence…” She continued, calling upon the Force and channeling it into the glove.

“So why not be my new best friend?”

Pink cord-like wires suddenly sprung out from the device, one from seemingly each finger nail. They trailed across the length of the ventilation shaft, meeting the MSE droid part way, before they slammed into the droid’s chassis and began to try and overwrite its programming.

 

[Nimian Totan]

Objective III: Break The Chains
Location: Industrial District, Rothana
Tags: Tamsin Graves , Rinea , Taika Yukan

It was quite easy to find Colonel Totan's command tent, one needed only follow the music. The air around the grey tent was filled with a soulful wail, one that harkened to smokey cantinas on far flung planets. Even as his eyes scanned a holomap of the city, music filled the scene. It was common for Nimian to lose himself in a composition as he sipped his caf, his fingers moving in time with the music. To a point, he didn't even hear Rinea coming.

I know for certain the one I love
I'm through with flirtin', it's just you that I'm thinking of
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

Then, a voice cut through the song like a knife, the sound of a Chiss woman who didn't seem the most enthusiastic. Nim turned on a dime, the heels of his polished boots clicking together as he straightened his back. She asked about the hot drop into the area, which was a harrowing event. Though, in truth Nimian didn't hit the area until well after the area had been locked down and prepared.

"Yes well," The Colonel paused to preen his uniform and adjust his medals. "It was my men who took the brunt of the assault. Thus far we have faced heavy resistance on all fronts. Nothing that my men haven't faced before."

Nimian began to relax, his shoulders lowering as he bent over the holotable in the tent. He pointed to a prominent factory in the city's central district. Displayed there were his forces firing back at rapidly advancing enemies. "Our efforts to arm the workers and remove their foreman have slowed, but I believe we will achieve all objectives before morning tomorrow. I have my best taking point on this, so the chance of a swift victory is high."

As Nimian spoke to the director of the Eternal Union, his men fought valiantly in the streets of the capital. Multiple losses had been taken on the side of the Stormtroopers, but they'd fallen back to the inside of the factory. Blaster bolts sprayed from the open windows of the upper levels, workers freshly armed with rifles erratically fired into the advancing horde.

Morita was pulling an injured trooper deeper into the factory for medics to look at, before pulling out a pistol and firing at some enemies that had snuck into the entrance. "Fething hell! These bastards won't quit! Get some fire on the rear of the building, they're trying to pincer us! Tell the sappers to be ready with charges if anything gets too nasty! And for all that's holy someone get a medic over here!!"

The terrible thudding only seeming to grow closer...

 

[Eira Vane]

Objetctive IV: BYOO
Location: Rothana's Surface, inside Supply Depot C-1939
Tag: Leoric Redgrave

Eira examined the uniforms thoughtfully, her hazel eyes taking in the details. They didn't appear to be soiled, so that was something. "Yes," she agreed simply, and took what looked to be the smaller one and shucked out of her own jacket. She didn't need the camouflage anymore now that she was inside. She stuffed it into a disused locker and then pulled the uniform tunic over her form-fitting stealth suit. The jacket was dark, too, and the trousers appeared to be also dark, so she wouldn't have looked out of place from a distance.

Out of an abundance of experience, she checked the pockets and then with a disbelieving smirk she drew a code cylinder out of one of the pockets. "You weren't kidding about luck," she muttered to Rook. "This should help us on our way, in theory."

Eira loaded her pockets with some of the other tools she thought they'd need: slicer tools, screwdrivers, her sidearm, etc., and looked back around to Rook. "I didn't have an explosives sniffer handy, so unless you've got one, we'll need to do this the old-fashioned way. But I'm guessing with the way this place is built and what's here, if they're looking to destroy this depot as a resource, they'll have enough explosives for us to see them, right?"