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Dogpile! (Rebel Alliance raid on Styx)

Busy crawling through the access shafts, Judah was the only one who didn't fall through the floor. He had to keep peering out of vents to get some sense of directionality, scooting along at a snails pace. By the time he had figured out where he was going, all hell had broken loose in the hangar. Missiles, blaster fire, who knows what else. So much for his quiet entry.

The only golden lining was with all the chaos, it would be easier to move around. Breaking the vents in a maintenance storage room, Judah slid out and looked around the dark space. A droid came to life and started to trill and beep, but he quickly shut it off. Digging around, he found a jackpot. Four of the sonic screwdrivers, which he quickly shoved into his pack. His birthday seemed to come early ; control disks, GwendoLyn 6 processor chips, various high-end grade tools and the like. A nerdy dream come to life.

Having raided most of the storage/maintenance room, he cautiously peeked out the door, taking in the battle raging on.
 
@[member="Anemone Nivalis"] @[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

“Yeah but they make my entrance look like a bunch of week-old bantha poodoo,” chin tipped above their momentary, sheltered position toward Kerrigan and the femmbot of doom. Pulling up the pant-leg, she grimaced. The flesh around her ankle was already swelling up. “I call the fighter that did this to me,” serious gaze leveled on her fellow ladies.

The Galan-pilot was frakkin’ serious when it came to starfighters. Worried gaze fell on this Nivalis person.

“I’m sure it’s fine. I’ve had worse,” she hastily pulled the pant-leg back down over the clearly-not-fine swelling going on. The last thing she wanted was a doctor poking and prodding her. They didn’t have a portable x-ray machine so there’s no way they would find out or know…

Taking out her blaster, she fired a shot into the chest of an outlier trooper. Rising, she tried to stand but found herself leaning heavily on Dells. “I just hope my wayward salvager is having better luck than me. Don't give me that look Dells, you always knew I was better in the skies and in the water than on land."
 
Mia blinked looking down the hole. Eberyone else seemed to have jumped down, eager to get themselves killed, or maybe it was because Thessa had fallen in that they had no choice but to go in, guns blazing and hope for the best. "So much for silencing the alarms." she muttered as they came screaming to life again. She cast her eyes at the shelves that were still standing, eyes stopping on a verpine sniper rifle. Mia smiled and collected it from the shelf. Picking up a piece of shrapnel she slid it into the barrel and lowered herself to one knee.

Their position was bad. Smack bang in the middle of the hangar bay. Della had blocked off one door but there were at least two more. Eyes fell upon an imperial officer standing at a console, probably making their lives more difficult. bringing the rifle to her shoulder, she took careful aim before pulling the trigger. The shrapnel flew silently, embedding itself deep in the mans neck. "Jorus!" Mia called over her shoulder as she slung the rifle over her back. "Time to go!" Mia jumped in, using the force to slow her fall a little. She still hit the floor hard, leaving a sizable dent and jarring the bones in her body. A small groan escaped her but she pushed to her feet nonetheless.

Now where was that console? "Moira, cover me!" Mia ran towards the console, pulling free her pistols, picking off what she could on her way, hoping Moira could keep the rest busy while she tried to get them out.

@Anemone Nivalis @Delila Castillon @Siobhan Kerrigan @[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
@[member="Mia Monroe"], @[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Anemone Nivalis"], @[member="Jorus Merrill"], @[member="Thessa Kai"]

It was getting time to get out of dodge, or whatever more or less witty phrasing might be appropriate for this situation. As Mia charged off towards the consoles and fired Moira moved forward through the debris and the smoke, one bolter in each hand as she fired, unleashing salvoes of explosive rounds as the grenades were thunked out, blast and shrapnel tearing through the stormtroopers. Flechettes and laser bolts peppered her and she shook and twitched under the assault, but nonetheless she advanced forward, implacable, unstoppable.

As she reeled under the heavy laser fire one soldier seemed to be readying a missile launcher and fired, but before the missile could get close a telekinetic wave caught it and knocked it off course so that the troopers got to taste their own missile. A blast tore through them, another portion of the wall gave way and collapsed on top of them. "Do try and contain your infinite desire to tear the roof down until after I have left with loot. You may stay if you wish," Moira snarked, though the ex-Jedi gave no response as she was busy deflecting shots, her blade creating a zone of denial that shielded them from blaster bolts.
Moira advanced onward, firing, her salvoes not that accurate, with one of her hands having gotten a strong hit from a laser bolt that exposed the durasteel, but enough to provide cover. Kerrigan had the crates with their stolen loot and plunder, all acquired in an orgy of plundering that would make Hastur happy, opening the cockpit of one of the Dominus elite fighters Moira jumped in, just as blaster bolts whizzed past and above her head.

The engines were powered up, so were the cannons. There were annoying insects to fry.
 
@[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Anemone Nivalis"] @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]

Delila supported her friend easily, giving Nivalis a look as if to say what can I do with her? Explosions and blaster fire rocked the hangar, but more so the explosions. This is what happens when the galaxy brings together unstable pyromaniacs. Destruction and mayhem ruled the streets...er...hangar. Heat rolled over the pair as Dells kept a strong arm around the mermaid. She indeed called dibs on the fighter that had caused ruthless torture to the ankle in question. Now that it was time to hurry up and leave without question, it was now or never on stealing it.

"Alright Thee. You want this fighter, its time we get a move on."

Dragging Thessa along with her, Dells pulled up a ladder to the fighter in question. She would have to help drag her friend aboard.
 
"Ok. Shopping trip's over," Siobhan spoke into the comm as she hastened through the hangar, her blade deflecting shots as she sprinted towards a Sith gunship. The crates she had brought with found space in the cargo hold as they were levitated into it, after a telekinetic command brought it open. Quickly hastening towards the cockpit and powered up the engines, along with the weapons systems.

The launchers of the gunship took aim upon the hangar bay doors, then she pressed the firing button, two missiles shooting out through the air and blasting an exit open.
 

Anemone Nivalis

M.D., Expert Trauma Surgeon
Time to go? Don't mind if we do!

So, maybe this trip was a massive fail for her personal reasons, but you could always be looked back on as a learning experiment. She now knew that their shopping trip wasn't the same as her own.

There was simply no time to get back to the ship they came in on, and she certainly wasn't getting left behind. Anemone rushed behind the others deeper into the hangars, eying the others as they began to board the fighters. Quickly holstering her blasters, she rushed to the nearest fighter with a ladder. After all, it wasn't like she could simply jump into the cockpit. Reaching the top of the ladder, the young doctor slid in, immediately beginning to flip the needed switches to power up. The lights on the console flickered to life as she smiled. Maybe not the best pilot, but she could make things work.

"Hey! Are we gonna get out of here or not?! Cause I'm really not interested in being bent over by the Empire!.... So to speak!!"

@[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Delila Castillon"] @[member="Thessa Kai"] @[member="Moira Skaldi"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]
 
There was only one problem with blasting the hangar bay doors open and that was that everything got sucked out without warning. Eternally grateful for her armor, Mia's feet magnetized keeping her firmly fixed to the floor as debris shot past her. "GAR DI'KUTLA!" she yelled into her comm. "You people are fething useless. No coordination." She continued her stream of insults and grumbling as a crate came flying towards her. "Kark this." she muttered. "Jorus, pick me up, I'm drifting." So much for using the console to get out. After all, who needs a sonic servodriver when you had women with PMT who felt that blowing holes in the ship would solve all their problems.

Magnetic boots deactivated and Mia went for a flight of her own, still swearing in mando'a.

@Siobhan Kerrigan @Delila Castillon @Thessa Kai @Moira Skaldi @[member="Anemone Nivalis"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
@[member="Mia Monroe"], @[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Thessa Kai"], @[member="Anemone Nivalis"], @[member="Jorus Merrill"]

This one recalls it not being a ship, but a research facility on the planet. However, this one one is nonetheless inclined to think Siobhan messed up somehow. Regardless, for her part Moira was calmly flying out in her elite Dominus-class starfighter, shooting out of the now thoroughly wrecked hangar bay, past the debris and the flames that were beginning to spread. What loot the limited cargo capacity the fighter would allow to transport was in it, the rest in the stolen dropship.

Some annoying hornets in the form of troopers and turrets were so impertinent to try and stop her with a-a fire and laser volleys. The laser cannons of the fighter spewed death.
 
THIS one remembered the research facility as being a ship-like thingy high in the atmosphere of a gas giant. So all interpretations happened to be valid!

The Gypsymoth angled into position as @[member="Mia Monroe"] fell, drifting, from the side of the research base. A side hatch opened, and the former Mandalore clanked inside, audible even from the cockpit. Jorus righted the ship. "Y'all right back there?" he yelled.
 
@[member="Delila Castillon"]

Safely inside the cockpit of her new, prized fighter a stupid-grin spread across her face as she looked at Dells. Maybe it was the adrenaline or the craziness of the moment that caused the Galan to say what she said next. "Stay alive kid, 'cause I've got some news to tell you and Judah once we're back safely. Let's just say you'll be known as Aunt Castillon soon." With a wink, the hatch closed shut just as the mayhem happened outside.

Aww, chit.
 
[OOC: I totally paid attention to the fact we were on a facility on a planet not in space.... :p my bad]

A groan came in response from the back of the ship. Detangeling herself she got up and pulled off her helmet, and made her way to the cockpit. "Too much estrogen. Count me out of the next shopping trip if you're gonna bring so many girls."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
@[member="Mia Monroe"]

"Tell me about it. That crew's handy in a fight, but between the fights...oy." He raised his voice. "Everyone strapped in?"

A deafening silence told him that pretty much everyone had opted for stealing elite Sith starfighters rather than ride home in the Gypsymoth. He allowed himself to relax as he engaged the cloak.
 
You're getting left behind Dashiell.

Judah had been making his way from the maintenance room to the ship they had been brought in. The good news was he had been making progress. The bad news was the vessel had just left out of the hangar and was zooming into the skies of the gas giant. Starfighters were missing, bodies and various bits of building materials littered the area. So with a bag loaded down with stolen goods, he had to make some quick decisions.

Tossing the bag up into the canopy of one of those elite Dominus-class starfighters.Getting a leg up, he was soon inside and giving himself a crash course on the controls. Unlike @[member="Thessa Kai"] , he didn't fly starfighters on the regular. Strapping in, the throttle was soon pushing the max. Judah experimented in the atmosphere, rolling around and doing some trial and error piloting. A bit different than an X-Wing in some regards.

Flying into the black, Judah found himself talking to...well, himself.

"Go home or rendezvous?"
 
"Aunt Castillon huh? You kids stay safe out there then."

Delila pulled the ladder off the starfighter, backing up as the vessel left the hangar. Starfighters were being launched out at a fairly decent pace. Looking around at her options, Dells had no idea what to do. She wasn't a starfighter pilot! Yet the controls were probably similar to a regular ship right?Right. Climbing in as the facility shook, Dells found herself going forward, but crashing into other parked starfighters and maintenance carts along the way.

It wasn't until she was away safely in space did she top hitting everything in sight, although getting into hyperspace had been a real challenge. Nothing to do but sit in her coffin sized fighter and wait...
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]
Just as Mia was swooped into the giant ship, so to did one ship jumping Penumbra. Clad in his Ninjarmor, with both Storm and Viper attached to his back, Rose Whip and Lotus Fang loosely tied to his left hip, while his Dual Phase Lightsaber with Long Hilt Golden Claw - a gift from Ashin Varanin - hung from the other. The only thing protecting him from being located was his Stealth skills.

After the loud bangs of the duo stopping their momentum, Zaiden moved silently past Mia and towards his mark. Jorus and his allies had hit and fled like the wind - all the while Zaiden waited in space. Now he would see if he could capture someone of such repute, which would be far more difficult than killing him.

If not for the applications of the Force currently employed by the Stealth Master, he would have easily been spotted. But thanks to his training in heat applications and the halting of molecules to avoid sounds, he made it to the cockpit. Dropping his cloak, the Sith Master's altered voice spoke from within his armor, "Jorus Merrill, you have been hiding for to long. Time to face the repercussions of you'r actions."
 
All the hairs on Mia's neck rose as the sith's signature materialised between her and Jorus, clad in armour. One arm raised, a grappling hook flying from her armour. A nudge in the force wound it round the intruder, before Mia yanked hard to pull him back and throw him off balance.

"Chakaaryc dar'jetii!" she spat "You chose the wrong fething ship."

@[member="Penumbra"] @[member="Jorus Merrill"]
 
@[member="Penumbra"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]

Jorus's chair turned.

"Yeah, bro, you picked the wrong fething ship."

He had a secondary specialty in Force-enhanced close-quarters combat, lending him the speed necessary to snatch up his Mandalorian shell gun on his way. Nine kilos of Mandalorian iron crashed up at Penumbra's gut -- that was the stock strike. Then the heavy double barrel came down at Penumbra's forehead, shoulder, collarbone -- Jorus wasn't picky.
 

Matreya

Well-Known Member
Sacrificing his left side, he took multiple rounds as he cut the grappling hooks line with his Shadow Dagger, also ending with is hooks in his shoulder. But as the turn carried him 360, he vanished from sight. Utilizing his full stealth capabilities, he slowly backtracked the way he came. He needed more room.

Drawing Golden Claw, the behemoth of a man tore the hooks clean then began to groan for a moment, each wound instantly coagulated and sealed itself. The feeling though was severely awkward, but one gained alongside the multiple others thanks to the Czar. The major downside? Every move he made now was beyond intensely painful when involving that side, there were now multiple rounds with scabbing flesh grinding it into healthy tissues.

Luckily pain rarely slowed the man. Finally igniting the saber, he was made to concentrate even harder as the hum was louder than the average - thanks to the Dragite crystal within. At least it was something he was used to, being the crystal he kept upon his first sabera destruction. When he decided to bring the item back, he chose to use the saber gifted to him by Ashin as it was a symbol of his will to battle for those whom mattered.

Standing utterly still, the master shifted his concentrations. No longer stopping the molecules around him from shielding against thermal sensors, as well as generalizing the sound barrier to strictly encase his saber, the Stealth Master remained in shadows as he also shifted his intent with his Cloak - thanking the heavens he chose a stealth armor. Instead of bending light he began to remove it.

Slowly spreading throughout the hall leading to the cockpit, was a massing wall of seemingly living shadows. Once breached the duo would find even alternate lighting sources could barely breach a few inches into the darkness. As an added benefit from darkness came the noticeable drop in heat - ever notice its colder in the shade? - which if lucky could also aid in hiding the Master.

Eyeing the doorway he called out, "Wrong ship? Show me to the exit then."

@[member="Jorus Merrill"] @[member="Mia Monroe"]
 

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