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Dead Space (CIS, others PM to join)

Krest kept running, keeping close to the remains of the team. Everyone needed to stick together for now, that was for certain. He roared into his com, not bothering to hide his anger at what had just happened. "What ever those things were they just ate our ships. I seriously doubt there are any escape pods. Sierra. Find me the bridge. We need that black box."

There were no droids following them however. No noise except for their running. They were alone.

For now.

@Strask Ak'lya @Zius Aurus @CC-117 Canal @Sierra Levonan
 
Great. No escape, for now. Canal made a count of who was still here. "Well, we have forty men in total. So that means Alpha and Bravo are still here." He looked back behind him and checked if they were being followed by the droids or by anything. His illuminated light from his helmet sweeped up the darkness in the corridor. "Troopers turn on your lights. So we don't get devoured by this dark," he said to the men. He heard of people when they were stranded on the ship, they become crazy, begin to hallucinate things and become violent, all because of the darkness.

"All right, men. There is no longer Alpha or Bravo squad any more. For now on its just Alpha. It's just going to be one team from here to the end of the mission. Is that clear?" And was replied by 'Yes, sir' from everyone. His personal squad, Zealton, was still here. He waited for Krest's signal or cue so they could get to the bridge of the ship.

@everyone
 
Lt. Colonel Dieter Jusik of the 1st Drop Trooper Battalion, C-OSTs stood on the bridge of the CIS Class Frigate Eisley with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. The Orbital Corp was traditionally stationed aboard Naval Vessels such as these, for the lightning strike blitzkrieg style offensives it allowed them to undertake. Drop Pods were a hell of a way to drop behind enemy lines and into a combat zone.

That was what made them different from their Dread Guard and Templar comrades. The C-OSTs didn't need to be graced with the genetics to be forcies or the living embodiment of a legendary bounty hunter. All C-OSTs were regular men and women who'd decided to undertake a brutal training regiment and accept a lifestyle that boasted a very high mortality rate.

Did that create a certain pride in unit mentality?

Hell yes.

Did that make them the friendliest?

Hell no.

The Corps had a bit of a reputation for starting fights with their fellow comrades in arms over little things or for no particular reason at all. The reputation was well earned, but those that served beside them could say they'd rarely seen one unit in particular fight as hard as the entire Corps seemed to. Few would want to.

A beeping distracted Jusik from his space watching and he turned to watch Commander Dean and some other Navy folk scamper about the bridge excitedly. It caused the C-OST to raise an eyebrow. He approached the Commander slowly and eyes him for a moment before speaking.

"Commander? Anything I should know about?"

The distracted Commander gave a quick glance from his monitor, green eyes flashing.

"Yeah. Get your people ready. I think we got a problem. A group was checking out a derelict ship in this sector, freaking huge one at that. They've failed to check in." Dean replied while furiously typing away commands into the ship's defense system.

"Got ya." Was Jusik's only reply as he moved quickly into the express elevator to the barracks, accessing the ship's com system as he waited.

"Alright HellJumpers we got a mission. Get your gear on and be in the hangar in ten. Jusik out."

The Company under his command responded immediately, leaping up from whatever activity they were doing and moving to gather their gear. Jusik did the same the moment the elevator doors opened. Armor. Check. Rifle. Check. Jet pack. Double check. Within his time frame the entire company of C-OSTs had gathered in the hangar. Almost like clockwork the ship came out of hyperspace and the derelict vessel came into view.

Jusik waited for the Commander to assess the situation.

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Commander Dean gave a general callout to anyone operating on CIS frequencies.

"Anyone alive and able to broadcast, please respond"
 
Marius has never been a man of technology, a barbarian by heritage and way of life he never was able to fully comprehend the technology that was available in the galaxy, including droids. Being one of the Templars sent to investigate this obviously empty of life forms Confederate ship stranded in the middle of space, he and the rest of the investigation party were surprised by massive flock of murderous droids that's goal was to fully obliterate to pieces those that had blood and flesh. Where did they come from ? Marius could not answer. He only knew they were an abomination that needed to be dealt with for the sake of the Confederacy.

After fleeing from the droids, the team had stopped at one point where no droid sounds and especially their terryfying screams could be heard. It seemed they had already lost some good man, specifically those of the Dread Guard. The Dread Guard, a battallion composed solely of clones, was something that Marius found hard to believe, and had mixed feelings for, in his culture he believed this as being black magic, heresy but he did not blame the clones, nor he felt any disgust towards them, quite the opposite - Marius believed the clones were quite capable soldiers, he had once heard that 'their sole reason of existence was to fight' which he found resembling the Way of the Children of Teres - his cultural belonging.

What Marius could understand from this mission was that they had to recover some sort of a blackbox on this ship, a knight of the Templar Order seemed to be the leading figure of this party and Marius gladly followed his orders. By what he was told earlier before the mission his name was Ser Krest. He stood amongst the Dread Guard waiting for their next course of action.
 
Those on the ship had no way of communicating outwardly now. Once they went deeper onto the ship, everything went silent. Dead. For now those on the inside were alone. Well, alone with a bunch of machines hell bent on eating them. Krest looked around to the group, his brow furrowed. They really needed to get to the bridge, but which way was it? Krest turned to ask one of the clones, but what he saw horrified him.

Another of the machines had followed them. It was larger, bulkier then the others, but it wasn't the size that sent a chill down the Zabrak's spine. It was the fact that there was a human -in- it. Part of it. It reached out one hand, and just the one massive hand, lifting up a Templar like she was nothing more then a twig. It snapped her in half, not even giving her a chance to scream. More of the larger cyborgs came around, already doing the same. There was chaos, none could get a shot in until ten of the group laid broken and dead. When the shots and sabers finally came to life, they found themselves unable to kill them. Shots to the head, chest, removing of the arms and legs. None of it worked.

"Get farther down the hallway! Go! Now!"

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@Marius @Dieter Jusik @Strask Ak'lya @Zius Aurus @CC-117 Canal @Sierra Levonan
 
This op had gone to shit faster than Daral had anticipated. Blasts thundered from his rotary cannon to no avail. Then orders came, run. They had to run. "Throwing a det, get clear!" Daral roared, letting his cannon fall to the side, it's sling allowing it to hand at his side as he tossed the armed explosive down towards the cyborgs. Hopefully the blast would stun the beasts at bare minimum. Bringing his cannon to bear once more he began moving back, turning and letting off a burst every few steps. How were they supposed to survive this?

@[member="Krest"] @[member="Marius"] @[member="Dieter Jusik"] @[member="ARC-117 Canal"] @[member="Zius Aurus"]
 
"What the he'll?!!!" Canal said as he saw something he never seen before. He fired back at the droids and shot them in critical spots on their body but that didn't seem to work out. They were surrounded by them and soon ten more member died from the massacre. "Follow Krest, now!" H yelled at the Templars and clones and soon they followed Krest. Canal turned back an threw another detonator at the droids which ble them up but that still didn't stop them.

Then he remember he has Shock Slugs in his belt which could disable any type of droid. He saw both Daral's detonator and his blew up the droids but still didn't work. He aimed his AR, with the shock slugs in it, at on of the droids and shot it with twenty rounds. The rounds left the droid disabled and immobilized. "Come on, Daral. Don't look back." He said to the clone as he regrouped back with Zealton Squad and the rest of the team. "Somebody, find a way to get to the bridge. Now." He told to the men. "Krest, we're waiting for your orders. And I think I found a way to disable those monsters." As patted his assault rifle.

@everyone
 
Sierra was extraordinarily thankful that she couldn't see anything at that particular moment. But the screams of the people dying on the ship were not helping her concentrate. "Bridge." She muttered, half to herself. "Yessir." Taking a deep breath, she carefully steered the ship around hover outside the bridge windows. If whatever Krest's planning backfires, I'm gonna come back as a ghost and smack him upside the head.

@[member="Krest"]
 
There wasn't any time to think with these freaks chasing them down, attempting to devour their flesh; in a way, Zius felt similar to these creatures. Imperfect collaborations of machine and man fused into a new creation, but he now understood that this was not a routine mission where mortal targets were the issue. Zius saw one of the abominations barreling toward him with a glazed over look of lifeless rage. He pushed out his left hand, Force pushing the repulsive horror back a few feet before turning and running with the rest of the surviving group.

so far... it would seem that the grim reality in which these mechanical beasts existed was dominating the minority. Death stained every footfall with an uncertainty of their lives remaining intact. Not even fighting back seemed useful; however, all things must be able to die.

Even the quickly dwindling ranks of the Templar and Dread Guard.

@[member="Sierra Levonan"] @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"] @[member="CC-442 Daral"] @[member="Krest"] @[member="Dieter Jusik"]
 
Krest cast a glance over to @[member="Canal Tal'Verda"]. "You got a fix for these? Don't keep it to yourself, talk!" He sent a blast of Force at a nearby Cyborg getting too close, but all it did was delay it's charge. Delay enough for Krest to press on. They needed to get to the bridge. And hopefully with what ever Canal found, this would be that much simpler.

@Sierra Levonan @[member="Zius Aurus"] @CC-442 Daral @Dieter Jusik
 

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