Destruction on Fondor [Protectorate vs. One Sith]

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Darth Apparatus"], @[member="Darth Vornskr"], @[member="Tegaea Alcori"], @[member="Chloe Blake"], @[member="HK-36"], @[member="Nyos Val"], @[member="Darth Nazari"], @[member="Ayden Cater"], @[member="Jorus Merrill"], @everyone I've forgotten
Course Correction!

The grenades had actually not been hand-thrown, but propelled by a TK whirlwind, Siobhan had been unleashing two bolters in a presumably rather narrow corridor. However, regardless, the effect on the station clearly showed how dangerous it was to supercharge a berserker and thus drive her into even more of a berserk rage. However, that was neither here nor there. What was of relevance now was the effect on the orbital station. If anything the powerful explosion as the hull was breached and a portion ripped apart, being jettisoned into the vacuum of space, as detonations resounded across the area, fires breaking out, and the alarmed sirens of klaxxons beating into her eardrums, seemed to snap Siobhan back to reality.

The sheer rage she had felt, which had overriden all her other instincts, was passed and she was left with the basic instinct of any sentient being: Survival, as the metaphorical veil was lifted from her eyes and the force of the blast spun her through the air with kinetic force, her armour badly scorched as fires broke out. As smoke and debris spewed out of the breached hull she was pulled and violently yanked towards the opening, unable to anchor herself to the ground with telekinesis. Managing to hold on to a piece of metal and the wrecked wall as she sought to stabilise herself, telekinetically pulling herself forward, then leapt, barely passing through one of the blast doors before it snapped shut, just about avoiding getting turned into jellie by it.

She hit the ground hard and lay there for just a moment before she got to her feet with a groan. Her dual bolters were missing, having floated into space, so was her lightsabre, but that did not matter now. She felt the tremors, the pull as the shipyard drifted out of its targeting orbit and was pulled away, towards other orbital stations, perhaps even towards the planet. She shook off her haze and focused, breathing heavily as realisation dawned on her and she tried to concentrate, shaking off the fear as she stared out of a viewing port, even as zero gravity pulled her into the air as the station went for a plummet, explosions and intense vibrations shaking the facility. But throughout she remained steadfast.

During the battle of Atrisia the CIS had dropped five Lucrehulks on the planet, aiming to wipe out both the Imperial and Fringe leaders and destroy its capital city out of spite after Fringe, who had originally come to conquer the planet, had turned on their former allies. Siobhan had been part of the force meld that been formed between some of the most powerful masters, including the two best mentalists in the Galaxy, to throw the capital ships into the mountains and thus avoid a massive death toll.

Then she had been supercharged by the meld, riding on a drug high that amplified her telekinetic power to levels that made her feel like a goddess. But...she could do this as well. The station would bend to her as she assumed direct control and exerted her will. Of course, throwing things was a lot easier than the opposite! As her mind settled on what she needed to do, she let the Force flow through her, letting go of the anger, fear and hatred, sinking deeper into the Force than she had done since Atrisia, achieving clarity there. Today she would not be the destroyer of worlds, as much as she doubtless would have liked the title. Eyes cold and focused, serene in a way she so seldom was, ignoring the strong pain she was feeling, she stretched out the open palm of her hand and focused.

Then she, quite literally, pulled. Hard, very hard. With her mind.

The station, amidst the klaxxons and the aftereffects of the shockwave, would shudder under her intense grip as the application of telekinetic power was literally felt across it. Beads of sweat dripped down her temples and forehead, the exertion written over but she refused to lose focus. There was a chance that this might work...she could rest afterwards as she poured all her energy, all her considerable telekinetic power, into this one act, as her mind roughly grabbed the station and pulled it back. Ideally away from other stations, away from Fondor. The trick was to hold it in position then...until a better solution could be found. Her mental hand would grab the station and seize it, as if seizing a piece of metal, then yank it back into position. After all, telekinesis was nothing but the application of will - with enough will and force poured into it, size did not matter, not to her at any rate.

If this worked...there would probably be a lot less dead people and property damage. It would work, another option did not exist. So she in the most basic and simplest explanation, she force pulled and, as pandaemonium reigned all arond her, began to drive the station back.

 

[Aros Varr]

@[member="Miles Varden"] [Apologies for taking so long]

Aros was still in the gas cloud when blaster rounds smacked into his direction. The gas was immediately ignited and the resulting explosion catapulted Aros out of the gas cloud and his cover. Be thrown out of the cloud Aros ignited the lightstaff and dug into the floor to reduce his backward fall. Looking Aros spotted a soldier quickly making up the distance between them. However, there was a more pressing problem the E-webs were setting up to fire, they had lost track of him when he was flung out of teh explosion but now they were close. Chaos once again was needed to stall their attempts. Aros flung out and arm, with what force he could muster after taking the tumble he grabbed onto one of the legs of the E-web's tripod and with all the grit in Aros' being threw it into another group just as they were about to fire. The blaster rounds however, kept coming, other teams fired off the repeating blaster. Aros rose up and with spinning vicious arcs of the lightstaff tossed what he could aside, but the volume was to great, some round skimmed into his cloak and others nearly burnt his skin as they passed. "Tshk." Aros grunted in annoyance. Aros centring the force in his legs leapt into a corner that had crates and gas surrounding it. As he landed into the maelstrom he deactivated his sabre.

Looking back out from the mist, he made one more force move. He spread out both his arms and with a painful cry he poured out ever force he had and sent the gas into a violent rampage into the other E-web teams. As the cloud moved in, leaving the area Aros was in and exposing himself in the process, Aros re-ignited his lightsaff. As it cracked and hissed into life, he drenched the handle with drops of force and tethered the object to his being. Aros then cast the staff in a spinning arc into the cloud of gas and as it passed through ignited the gas into a fireball that poured over the E-web teams. The lightstaff zipped back to Aros' hand, but there would be not time to lose that other soldier was closing fast on Aros' position.

If that wasn't enough an enormous explosion rocked the shipyard and everything began to tilt and slide off its axis. Aros' eyes widened as the shock of the explosion and vibrations threw off his stance. "What in the force?!" Aros hissed.

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Darth Naefas"]
As the grenades were pushed by Naefas they exploded, sensitive to pressure and velocity change, spewing more gas around them to the already quickly filling corridor.
The droid deactivated his lightsaber, lurking in the shades of the smoke cover as he raised his bolter. He was going to unleash a barrage of bolts aimed at Naefas, trying to check how tough his shield would just be.
When suddenly-

BOOM, RUMBLE!

The whole place shook violently as Siobhan started to work her telekinetic magic. HK watched the Sith and his barrier from down the corridor, in mean time he opened a transmission through his built-in comm unit.
What is happening out there?
He asked one of the Protectorate troops on the outside through encrypted channel
Sir, the whole facility is shaking and falling apart, the roof is highly unstable, sir!
Damn it, we do not have insurance for this!
He cursed through the comm unit, Naefas wouldn't be able to hear any of it since it was all done as messages through HK's software.

He spoke up to Naefas however.
"Sith, do you feel those tremors? Of course you do, for some reason the whole place is starting to get ripped out of the ground and lifted into the air. Now I do not know why you would take so much interest in this commercial dock section, but I do not expect it will stay together for much longer if that telekinetic assault on it continues. I advise we both get away from here before it crumbles or collapses. I can withstand falls and being crushed, even if not, my mind can be downloaded from back-up into another vessel. I do not suspect you have the same insurance policy."

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos and his unit were tossed about as the station rumbled from a rapid decompression of other sections. Nyos dug his vibrosabre into the deck to maintain balance. Move out, we have to secure the station. Re-establish Life Support and Artificial Gravity generators.

Nyos' troopers activated magnetic clamps on their Zero-G suits, locking them to the deck. They moved out in a massive horde for the control HUB.

All Protectorate Forces, I am in route to the control center. We are going to reacquire the station controls.

 

[Miles Varden]

Miles watched as his E-web teams were incapacitated. He dove head-long through the explosive cloud, focusing on the return vector of the saber-staff. Firing to keep the sith pinned he launched into the air thanks to his jump-pack. As he neared the whole station rocked violently from a distant explosion. The Axis of the station shifted, forcing Miles to make an emergency redirect on his pack. Gravity became lighter in this section and Miles was set adrift until he came to rest on a wall. Grasping a pipe with his off-hand, Miles leveled his rifle on the Sith. Thum thum thum his underbarrel scattershot spit out at the sith, showering the sith's position with a massive amount of deadly projectiles. The next loadout was pure scatterslugs. Large caliber rounds that would tear the flesh off a Rancor. Miles waited momentarily as the rounds reached the Sith's position, then he launched himself at the sith, hoping the man would be more focused upon defending himself than to be prepared for a direct assault from a non-Force user. What Sith would expect that?

@[member="Aros Varr"]

 

[Chloe Blake]

@[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Darth Nazari"] @[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Tycho Shorn"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"] @HK-36, @Nyos Val, @Ayden Cater,

Chloe's right hand managed to expertly claim the young Sith's sword, her eyes bright and stern as the man flopped down to the ground at the result of Jorus's point blank shot.

May the Gods have mercy on his soul.

Her lips were thin, and her eyes slightly narrowed, taking mere seconds to ensure the validity of his unconsciousness before turning to Jorus. A fine tremble came to her hands as they came to cup his bloodied cheeks, skimming over his injuries.

"Jorus?" came her questioning voice, only to end up flopping forward at the sudden massive explosion set off by Darth Apparatus. There was no time to waste. They had to get out of here. Her wrist comm came to her lips, as she sent a cry for help to anyone that would be near. Here is to hoping @[member="Nyos Val"] heard her. A grunt fell from her lips as she bent down to lift Jorus up to his feet, tossing his right arm over her shoulder and dropping the blade to pick up his iconic weapon.

She would make it to the Aurora at least. Get as many as she could off this orbital station before it blew.


Meanwhile...


Darth Vornskr's skill in manipulating Omega Pyre's forces had curled it's puppet strings among the officers and enlisted within the databank walls, though, not to all. For those Omegan's who had desired to gain a bit of resistance against such mental attacks, they were able to maintain a level of sanity, if not for a longer period, boosted by the Lord Protector's battle meditation.

What the explosion left in Darth Nazari's wake inside the databanks was a scattering of bodies, some who had fought against brethren, for the officers had ended up fighting among themselves against those who were controlled. The giant orbital station shuddered savagely as Siobhan used her might to attempt to right it off it's current course, but now there was a new problem. Artificial gravity was failing in several areas of the station, with several escape pods already exiting the station. The sudden shock of explosions, as well as the interference of the Sith's skill of controlling minds managed to halt the data bank purge...

At a shocking 95%. A tall Bothan Commander, bloodied with more than his share of tuffs of charred fur stood before the databanks, left hand cradling his side, where a massive gash revealed the glistening contents of his belly slowly spilling forward. However, there was a determination in his gaze. A defiant glint in his scarred left eye below a thick bushy brown brow as he sneered at the approaching hostiles. His body hunched over the main data console, thick red blood smearing across it.

"You..." came his harsh gritty voice, "Came to... the wrong place." blood spittle dripped over his lower lip as he gave a wide sanguine grin, his hands flexing once at his side.

3

"FOR THE PROTECTORATE!"

2

Came his fierce cry, before revealing a handful of thermal detonators, their pins missing, as his bloody thumbs having released the pressure clamps at his initial warning. He had the full intention of blowing up the databanks to ensure nothing remained to be scavenged.

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos and his unit halted at a corner when the Lt threw up a fist to halt the party. Listening in, Nyos reported back to Miss Blake.

Reading you loud and clear Miss Blake. My men and I are on our way. Do you need any medical assistance?

Move out, we are on a rescue mission now boys. First to locate any and all wounded gets a pint on me!

@[member="Chloe Blake"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[Nyos Val]

The unit under Lt. Val's command came upon @[member="Chloe Blake"] and @[member="Jorus Merrill"] hobbling through the station. A Sgt called in to Nyos as he was going room to room collecting survivors. An explosion in the Data Center caught Nyos' attention. He ran over and found the Databanks destroyed, some Sith had attacked, but it looked like the Omega Protocol was upheld. Any incursion on Protectorate data meant full purge or destruction of data.

Lt. Val, we have located Blake and Merrill. We are extracting them now. Rally point in five at extraction site Alpha.


Copy, I'm investigating the Databank. Survivors are en route to the extraction.

 

[Chloe Blake]

@[member="Nyos Val"]

That's when Chloe gave a quick nod to Nyos, motioning over to the crumpled man on the ground @[member="Tycho Shorn"]. "Take him, " she also nodded to his discarded sword. "That too."

"We need to figure out who exactly is behind this, " she said, while shifting under Jorus's weight. "Bring him to my ship. We'll secure him there."

 

[Noah Corek]

@[member="Nyos Val"] @[member="Chloe Blake"] @[member="Tycho Shorn"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]
Noah was jolted from the explosions that rocked the station as it began to explode around them. He heard voices up ahead in the next hall,he quickly recognized them as Chloe's,who he had gotten seperated from after leaving the databanks room and Nyos who he had heard assisting over the comms. He turned the corner and was about to walk down the hallway,but the station suddenly titled downwards,and Noah went flying back into the wall near the group,his shoulder making a loud cracking noise,appearantly rebreaking the wound from Gehenna.

 

[Nyos Val]

The Sgt in charge ordered two soldiers to grab the wounded man and his weapon.

Lt Val has a ship on standby, a medical ship Miss. If you'd follow us we will get the wounded to safety.

The soldiers rounded up all of the wounded and moved to Extraction point Alpha.

@[member="Chloe Blake"]

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@EVERYONE
Course Correction, force spice rush.

Chaos, pandaemonium, fires breaking out, an orbital station with significant damage to its structural integrity that was dangerously lurching back and forth. The whole place was shaking violently. The station rumbled due to decompression having set in and as zero-gravity set in the wreckage and debris from Siobhan's berserk rush was pulled into the air. The station shuddered savagely, escape pods were shooting out of it, some perhaps by design, others due to accident, she had neither the ability nor the inclination to tell. Moreover, apparently she was flying. Not by choice for a change, though she had become quite adept at force flight due to her telekinetic proficiency - flying without wings! - but due to the loss of artificial gravity.

Upon reflection, that was less like flying and more like floating and attempting to avoid being violently thrown towards the bulkhead and getting her head smashed like jellie. The station shook under explosions, as she briefly lost purchase upon it the super struture violently pushed towards what seemed an adjourning shipyard, coming too close comfort, though still far enough for her to work her telekinetic magic and pull, as if it were a door that she was roughly pulling back. Behind her a wall began to collapse, above the ceiling was trembling and shaking, probably bound to give in as well soon. At least the blast door to the section where earlier the brutal explosion had ripped the hull apart, opening up the station to the cold vacuum of space, was still intact.

Siobhan felt fine throughout all this. Truth be told she felt glorious, powerful, in control. Power coursed through her entire being, the energies of the Force shot through her and she harnessed them, at her command they responded and she focused it all on one thing: Maintaining her iron grip and pulling with all the energy she could muster. Fear, anger, wrath - all this super charged her though now her energies were not devoted towards unleashing her berserk rage, now she was calm. More to the point with the sheer power flowing through her she was experiencing the force-based equivalent of a drug rush. Not anywhere near as strong like on Atrisia, when the force meld had hyper charged her and made her all-powerful, able to move mountains or, as it had happened, throw Lucrehulk-formed capital ships into a mountain. This time it was all her - a good deal weaker and less potent, something she could recognise even through her force-induced haze - but just as glorious and it felt overwhelmning. She would have burst into laughter if it had not hurt so much, as it is she coughed up blood as she tried, evidently she had hit the hard floor a lot harder than she had thought, but no matter.

She gripped tight and the station responded, slowly but insistently pulling backwards. Assuming direct control, for even now in this critical moment, when any moment the station could break out of her grip and plummet in freefall onto the surface of the planet, causing desolation on a scale that would no doubt please a certain murderous HRD, she could not let go of cheesy one-liners. Besides, they seemed strangely appropriate given the situation!

Klaxxons blared incessantly, a synthetic voice kept yammering about this or that section of the station being in critical condition, about artificial gravity being lost, Siobhan did not bother pay attention to any of it, too focused on her task. Back and forth the station rocked as she sought to maintain her grip. Exertion was written all over her, she was sweating strongly, her ultrachrome armour now felt heavy on her but she would not let tiredness take over, even as at one point she was roughly thrust through half the room and just about managed to spin and avoid hitting what seemed to be a pile of wrecked droids.


Seize...

Grip...

Pull.

Hard, rinse, repeat. Size did not matter one bit. Bend to me, at that a powerful shove went through the station as it was yanked with tremendous speed, of such force that it was quite likely several occupants would suddenly find themselves thrown across the corridors and rooms, perhaps even being slammed through the breaking walls if they were particularly unlucky, as if suddenly thrust through by a shockwave. She willed that the station moved - while trying not to smash into anything - and it moved, being thrust back through space to where it had stood, briefly coming to a halt.

Briefly. For now. She could not do this forever, yet she refused to yield and maintained purchase, much like a clenched fist seizing a rock and refusing to let it slide out of its grasp. Her body was pretty much dang done, drained of all the energies that were poured into this motion through the Force, the neverending alarm blares and howls were giving her an epic headache, but the station held.

Tegs is so gonna tie me up and never let me out for this, The thoughts running through her mind, as much as she was thinking coherently, amidst tiredness and an epic rush, were cearly pertinent to the situation at hand. Presumably Siobhan would enjoy it a bit too much if @[member="Tegaea Alcori"] did that.

 

[Soeht]

After a short amount of time, Darth Apparatus managed to follow the red emergency trail to an airlock that allowed for emergency access into the shipyard - a vital safety feature for workers on a spacewalk that end up in danger.

Once back inside the shipyard, Darth Apparatus immediately fell to the floor. His body tensed up. He gripped his fists. He was silent, though.

After a minute, Darth Apparatus stood back on his feet.

“Master,” he mumbled beneath his blackened helmet.

Several seconds passed. Then, Darth Apparatus contacted the Sith still on the shipyard via a comm in his helmet.

“Finish up what you’re doing and escape via Vector Beta,” commanded Darth Apparatus. Then, he turned off his comm.

Limping and with heavy steps, Darth Apparatus walked the hall - the floor lit up by emergency lights. With each second, his pace quickened as if getting used to the pain.

Eventually, Darth Apparatus reached an intersection in the hallway. Coming from the other direction was @[member="Chloe Blake"] carrying @[member="Jorus Merrill"]. Immediately, Darth Apparatus took his lightsaber from his hip and ignited the crimson blade. The ship rumbled slightly at the moment due to it being repositioned into a stable orbit.

No words were exchanged by Darth Apparatus. He simply took his left hand and wiped away some of black soot over his mask - revealing a red stripe - and stood his ground.

Spoiler

@[member="Darth Naefas"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"] @[member="Aros Varr"] @[member="Darth Vindica"] @[member="Darth Nazari"] @[member="Darth Avara"] @[member="Tycho Shorn"]

 

[Tormax Tryte]

Darth Naefas almost snorted. These people would destroy everything, to prevent the Shipyard's plans and data falling into enemy hands? It would be lost to them, lost to those who sought to steal it. Lost to everyone. But it was worth it apparently. "Goodbye droid." He said, and he stepped backwards once more and found himself in an intersection. It wasn't the same junction that he had found himself in, when he encountered the killer droid, or the security droids. But rather another one, and with the aide of the Force he was already charging down the hallway towards wherever the signs directed him to the shipyards.

//And that was when the docks were shaken with enough force to send him skidding into the wall on the opposite direction. He hadn't realized how much pain he was in while he was combating the droid. And then he heard the sound of the Sith Master through his helmet. Darth Apparatus. And he continued on his way to the shuttle that had brought him to the station. "Apprentice." He said, speaking through the communication systems in his helmet, "prepare the shuttle for evacuation." He said, huffing and puffing through the comms. "We're leaving." He said just as he turned a corner.

//Was it possible for him to have had circled around the location he had been fighting the droid? He hoped so, he would be able to gather with Darth Avara again and then together they could retreat, and hold the shuttle for the rest of the Sith...Or leave them to die.



@[member="HK-36"] - @[member="Vinyata Nicashii"] - @[member="Darth Avara"]


((Something's wrong and it just forms into a giant block, so the //'s are there to help me know to separate the paragraphs when I'm on a proper PC. ))

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Nyos Val"] | @[member="Chloe Blake"] | @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

There Hannibal was, garbed in the attire of an Omega Protectorate mook. Hannibal had postponed the appointment to reverse the number done on his appearance by Valik in favor of following up on a very specific lead. A lead that seemed to imply someone of high importance to the Fondorian was mucking around Fondor. As much as Hannibal would have liked to go planetside, maybe say "hi" to his folks or whatever it is mercenaries typically did when they went home, he had other priorities. Like knocking out a mook, sliding on their uniform, and becoming another faceless NPC in Lieutenant Val's horde. This whole escapade, apparently launched by members of the Fringe he'd never seen before, had been an unanticipated variable, but it ended up working in his favor.

Just as Hannibal was about to get his hands on the wounded, a scary looking Sith Lord showed up to impede their path. Oh, this was going to be good. Whatshertits looked like an able-bodied young lass who could probably handle him, right? But it'd be dreadfully hard to do that while holding up an unconscious guy. There was only one thing a faceless mook like Hannibal could do to help- especially in the grand scheme of things when Sith were involved. Besides, they'd been ordered to gather up the wounded. Far be it for a helpful fellow like Hannibal to, uh... Help.

"I've got him, miss." Hannibal said in a voice that was decidedly not his, moving to relieve Miss Blake of her cumbersome, KO'd friend.

 

[Gorba the Hutt]

Tycho continued to hang limp and unconscious - a state he would likely remain in for the next day or so - in the arms of some faceless peon, while another held his sword.

@[member="Nyos Val"] @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Darth Apparatus"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Noah Corek"] @[member="Chloe Blake"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

 

[HK-36]

@[member="Chloe Blake"] @[member="Nyos Val"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]
Meanwhile, in the Legion of Droids Fighting For Their Very Survival Because of Kerrigan

HK ran through the collapsing corridor
"Force damn you, Kerrigan!"
He jumped and skittered along the wall, using magnetic claws and talons to escape to upper levels.
HK ran along the ceiling on all fours, his weapons strapped to him securely, he pounced and propelled himself here and there, bouncing off the walls, doing tricks and spins, hardcore parkour.

Plenty of other exciting stuff happened the writer does not want to describe since it's really unnecessary to the story.

Either way, nearby Nyos and Chloe a gate from ventilation system would be kicked open, a clawed metal foot extending from it and quickly pulling back before HK crawled out from it.

He glanced to his Protector mates, nodding to them
"Hey, Nyos, miss Blake, whew what a day."
He said, dusting debris off of himself
"One day you are checking commercial Ropo manifestos, the other you have to duel a Sith."
He glanced to @[member="Tycho Shorn"]
"Who do you have there?"

 

[Chloe Blake]

@HK-36 @Tycho Shorn @[member="Hannibal Oryen"] @[member="Darth Apparatus"] @[member="Nyos Val"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Noah Corek"]

Chloe went stumbling alongside Noah as the Orbital station finally righted itself, her legs bracing for precious balance, her focus on holding Jorus upright making her into a makeshift cushion as her shoulder went cracking against the bulkhead, her body used to prevent Jorus from feeling the rough impact.

Through a veil of blonde hair, however, a new threat made itself known. Big blue eyes went locking upon the towering image more machine than near-human, the crimson lightsaber in his hand bathing him in a scarlet hue, making dark shadows dance across his soot covered metal mask.

Hands came and carefully took Jorus from her, but she kept Jorus's modified Czerka Riot Gun in her right hand. The Warden was true to the old ways, choosing to avoid the use of blasters within the confines of a ship. But that didn't mean she wasn't opposed to using a stun weapon against a Force User with a saber. The powercell meter told her that there was ample ammo to do a bit of damage, that is, if used within twenty metres. That was this particular beauty's Bothan punch, for it fired gigantic stun rings, too large and diffuse to be blocked by a lightsaber.

"Go." Chloe told the Omega Pyre soldiers by her side, her eyes never wavering from the Force User in front of her. "Get going now."

Her chin rose a bit, her hair falling back from her face to get a better look, her arms raising the Headbanger up to point at the man with the mask, her body the singular line of defense for those at her back.

"I suggest you make on your merry way," came Chloe's warning, estimating that she had the twenty meters or so to use it. "And leave us be."

It wouldn't be Chloe if she didn't at least give the warning. She always did. Unfortunately, like the smugglers and pirates she'd often fought patroling the Hydian way, they rarely ever took it.

 

[Hannibal Oryen]

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]

Hannibal considered breaking out into an overjoyed cacophony of laughter, but there was a time and place for such things. Gingerly, Mr. Merrill was transferred over to his custody. This left Hannibal with but a single objective- escort Merrill to safety. In this case safety would be a medical bay and a comfortable freighter to take him out of the system. Although maybe Merrill could do without the medical bay or the comfortable part. He was a tough old bastard, he could handle it. Besides, this place didn't exactly have a lot of time to stay afloat by Hannibal's reckoning. He wished the young lass good luck before turning on his heel and following the rest of the soldiers to the designated extraction point, where a number of ships (including his own) would be waiting to take them out of here.

He wondered how she planned on getting out of here, but that wasn't his concern. She probably had a ship of her own parked nearby. Instead Hannibal focused himself on his impending departure and ensuring he and Merrill made it off of this station alive.

 

[Nyos Val]

Nyos met back up with his unit and @[member="Chloe Blake"], @[member="HK-36"], @[member="Jorus Merrill"], and the unconscious @[member="Tycho Shorn"]

Alright lot, what say we get this show moving?

He panned the faces of his men, Face-plates more like. He noticed Pvt Kilon was a few too many inches taller than Nyos remembered. Scanning with his cybernetic eye, he came back with too many variables, IE;cosmetics. Kilon was full human, the one standing before him had a ton of metal mixed in the flesh. He sent a silent ping to HK that they were being infiltrated, but by who, he did not know.