Faction CQD - Imperial Scientist rescue (TI)

[Althea Varrick]

- COME QUICKLY DISTRESS -
a Tarkin Initiative rescue​

Locaton: Barren windswept tundra world somewhere in Initiative space.

A holographic CQD message beamed across the galaxy arriving on the emergency channels of anyone who might be monitoring them within light years. It was a call for rescue. On the screen was an image of a simply dressed woman, one unlikely to be familiar to most imperials, but clearly imperial in her dress. She was a young looking woman with short black hair and a slightly scared smile. The message followed and played on a loop with it coordinates embedded in the message.

”This is Science Station Kappa Alpha Six Two on requesting emergency assistance.

We have come under attack by an unknown assailant. They are fast, highly intelligent and resistant to small arms fire.

Our base auto defences and security droids have been unable to contain them. There are only three of us left, please hurry, do not underestimate them.”

The shot changes to one of a rapidly moving and jumping insectoid like creature about the size and build of a nexu with three lashing tails and multiple blinking eyes.​

Spoiler: ooc notes

This is an emergency extraction of imperial personnel from a research lab. There are a lot of the creatures, in an “always more coming” sense. They are extremely aggressive, tough and smart so aren't meant to be blown through with minimal effort and will learn from combat experience. However, this is totally a time to flex so all hits on them are yours to call.

Looking for storm trooper/drop trooper types for the rescue rather than big celebrity imperials. The base is your typical imperial military station covering a few acres with various buildings, hab modules and corridors. It looks long abandoned with only small sections being used by the scientists with any power. Any questions, throw me a dm

 

[Ravessa]

Location: Imperial Station Kappa Alpha Six - Unknown Tundra World
Tag: Althea Varrick

KA-2020 disembarked the TIE/es assault shuttle with her carbine held in low ready as her black-clad form melted into the shadows, leaving only the crosshairs of her weapon’s sight visible to the naked eye. The Shadow Trooper took a position slightly ahead of the shuttle and knelt down as she scanned the area with both armor-integrated sensors and her own organic senses. Given the nature of the distress call which had brought her here, she knew to be wary. A creature or quite possibly, multiple creatures of unknown xenotype had gotten loose within the facility. They were fast, intelligent, and aggressive, with armored hides that were resistant to standard small arms fire.

For that reason, KA-2020 had taken additional steps prior to her deployment to secure armor penetrator and high explosive rounds. However, she had known with only a glance at the holographic shot showing one of the creatures that they would be dangerous no matter what she was armed with. Not to mention, if their capabilities were as reported, then it was likely that they had already detected the shuttle’s arrival, even if they might not be able to see her in particular.

Her invisibility was an advantage that she intended to keep.

“No movement registered,” KA-2020 reported over the landing team’s comms, her tone coming as a measured murmur. Unfortunately, she could not be completely certain that the immediate area was clear. Even so, it was now or never for the others to disembark.

“Survivors in Science Station Kappa Alpha, do you copy?” KA-2020 continued, after switching to an open frequency. She paused then, waiting for a reply. Whether it came or not, she transmitted once more. “Extraction team has landed and is preparing to move to your coordinates.”

Spoiler: Loadout

• Tarkin-Imperial Shadow Trooper Armor - Permutation Zeta
  
  • Arms
    
    • Modular Hardpoint - Left Arm
      
      • FAE/M-02 Energized Forearm Vibroblade Mk. II
• FAE/W-12 Assault Carbine Mk. II
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • Extended Magazine - Armor Penetrator Ammunition (2)
    • Standard Magazine - High Explosive Ammunition (4)
• FAE/W-17 Electromagnetic Plasma Hand Cannon
  
  • Attachments
    
    • 1-5x FAE/S-08 Electro-Sight
  • Ammunition
    
    • FAE/AM-01-S2 Energy Weapon Cartridge - Ethaerium Gas and CryoBan Coolant (10)
• FAE/MDE-01-S2 Semiautonomous Seeker Thermal Explosive (4)
• Infrared Smoke Grenade (2)

 

[Tavian Rhyse]

RESCUE

The storm swallowed the shuttle whole. Through the forward viewport, the tundra world below existed only as violent abstraction, endless white fractured by jagged ridgelines and buried structures barely visible beneath drifting snow. The transport shuddered as crosswinds screamed against its hull, the sound reverberating through the troop bay like distant artillery. Inside, six black armored figures stood unmoving. They didn't brace for turbulence. No one spoke as the shuttle descended. Magnetic boots locked them to the deck as the craft descended through chaos with machine-like inevitability.

Right at forward bulkhead stood DT-219. Graves. His armor was not merely worn, it was inhabited. Initiative Death Trooper plating encased him in layered obsidian composites, each surface absorbing light into a depthless black sheen. Subtle atmospheric heaters vented faint thermal distortion across the armor's surface, preventing ice accumulation even as temperatures outside plunged to lethal extremes. The helmet's polarized lenses glowed with muted emerald telemetry, constantly shifting with sensor data invisible to the unaugmented eye. Across his chest rested the modified FAE/W-12 Assault Carbine, compact, suppressed, perfectly balanced. Its weapon systems were slaved directly to his neural interface, its targeting overlays feeding into his perception as naturally as sight itself. Situated at his hip, magnetically secured, rested the FAE/W-17 electromagnetic plasma hand cannon, a weapon of catastrophic finality reserved for problems requiring absolute certainty.

His left gauntlet remained pressed against the gunship's hull. Through the armor's sensor web he felt the storm, pressure gradients, wind velocity, structural vibration, thermal variance. The world beyond the craft was reduced to data, to measurable hostility. The storm flooded the hull the second the ramp touched down, a blast of killing cold tore into the troop bay, carrying needles of ice that shattered against black armor. Wind howled like a living thing, clawing at the squad as they advanced down the ramp in perfect formation. Snow struck heated plating and vanished in hissing vapor. Before them, the station waited. Science Station Kappa Alpha Six Two sprawled across the tundra like a dead organism half-consumed by the planet itself. Entire sections of the facility had been swallowed by drifted ice. External towers leaned at unnatural angles, their antenna arrays frozen in place beneath thick rime. Dim emergency lights pulsed weakly behind frost-clouded transparisteel, casting a sickly glow across the storm-choked wasteland. All that remained was signs of abandonment, disarray at the chaos that unfolded prior to their arrival.

Graves advanced first.

The rest of the squad followed with identical cadence, five additional Death Troopers moving as extensions of a single will. Their armor configurations differed subtly. Reinforced plating for heavy suppression, sensor arrays for reconnaissance, breaching systems and containment gear, all manner of specialized equipment and weaponry tailored for the operation ahead, each warrior a specialized instrument within a unified design. When the emergency signal came down, the response from the Initiative was swift. Graves was sent loaded with a specialized arsenal to extract the scientists. The station's outer doors opened only after Kade's plasma cutter carved through frozen locking mechanisms, molten metal hissing as it met the killing cold. The blast doors parted with a tortured groan, exhaling a wave of air so frigid it burned the lungs even through sealed filtration systems.

The smell struck first. Burned circuitry. Superheated metal, and beneath it? Copper. Blood. The facility's internal climate had collapsed into chaos. Frost crept across every surface in branching crystalline webs, coating walls, ceilings, and exposed wiring. Emergency lights flickered erratically, producing long intervals of darkness between harsh pulses of sterile white illumination. Each light cycle revealed a different reality. Workstations overturned, data terminals shattered mid-process, equipment scattered in abrupt, violent disarray. Their boots crushed thin sheets of ice that had formed across the deck plating. Each step produced a brittle crack that echoed unnaturally far through the silent corridors. The air carried a suffocating stillness, the kind that followed catastrophic failure, where life had ended suddenly and completely.

A body lay near the first junction or rather, what remained of one. The scientist's uniform identified her as Imperial research staff. Her torso had been opened with surgical brutality, not torn but penetrated repeatedly by immense force. Frost had preserved the wound in perfect detail, blood crystallized in dark, glasslike patterns across the deck. Harrow knelt briefly beside the corpse. "Cause of death. Traumatic exsanguination." He reported calmly over encrypted comms. "Postmortem disturbance present. Tissue removed." Graves didn't give the body a look, his eyes were trained forwards. "Continue." Before he could take his first step, communications came across a local channel of other Imperial assets. He patched into the frequency. "Extraction team, this is DT-219 we are on site to extricate personnel. Have you located any of the VIPs?" The words would come across clear through the channel, but any communication near the Death Troopers was scrambled into guttural growls.

Ravessa | Althea Varrick​

 

[Althea Varrick]

- COME QUICKLY DISTRESS -
a Tarkin Initiative rescue​

Locaton: Barren windswept tundra world somewhere in Initiative space.
Tags: Ravessa Tavian Rhyse

The scientist looked up as the comm went green, she had sent the distress signal hours ago, this arrival was slightly later than expected but approximately within the expected time frame of Imperial relief.

--Extraction team, this is the lead scientist. You are a sound for sore ears.-- she replied to Ravessa through the comm. --The site is on lock down but I can deactivate the doors to the command building once you have secured the doors.--

The comm would request permission to share telemetry with the team and if accepted would show a camera feed of the command door where three of the beasts were lazily circling, large claw marks gouged the heavy doors where they had tested it.

As the telemetry cut out, anyone listening to the comm would hear a sound just off of the edge of audiblity.

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Autotranslaters would not translate the series of clicks and pops, but would recognise it as consistent with a sapient communication. They would not get much time to consider what it was before they were given and answer and both groups came under attack. And smart locks and tracking systems would find it hard to lock against the stealthy coatings on the monsters, meaning unless they had some even more exotic tricks, they would have to engage the old fashioned way.


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