Junction Episode I: Shadows of The Mara Corridor | RNR & BSS Junction of Mara Mega Hex & Drogheda

[Nero Drake]

ORBITAL WRECKAGE FIELD
Rhys Gorne Michael Angellus Kyle Torchwood Trajan Fett Jek Raynar KRONOS-555

"Karabast!" Nero cursed, "I can't shake him!"

Help wasn't coming. Only a fool relied on pirate's honor and this N1 pilot seemed determined to see him dead. Pure instinct kept the outlaw alive while what's left of his squadron dealt with their own problems. Even Nero's luck was bound to run out before the royal jackboots hounding him made a mistake.

"I've got a terrible plan."

Despite trying to talk himself out of it, Nero turned into the wake of the Black Sun gunship's last seismic charge. They'd have to be crazy to follow him because only a complete idiot would attempt to run this kind of gauntlet. Geonosian debris clouds disturbed by violent shockwaves loomed ahead on a collision course.

Somehow he threaded the needle between junk showers. Even Nero couldn't believe his insane gamble had paid off. Then something heavy struck the hull lighting up his cockpit with master alarms before the starfighter's canopy went dark. Drifting without power it was only a matter of time before the N1 caught up and finished him off.

"This ain't the end for Nero Drake," the masked pirate snarled while tearing some cables loose from under his crash seat.

Nero hoped the same basic principles for jumpstarting swoop engines could also work for starfighters or he was a dead man.

 

[Rojuhr Pouihl]

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Mission Entry:
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"Incoming Damage reports... they're heavy, sir."

Start trasferring all we can to the Beta and the Charlie.

"More ships incoming"

Show them the weight of their mistake, all available weapons!

CRACK

"INCOMING SCHOCKWAVE!"

BRACE!

If the crew were prepared, the deflector shields would have fairly easily turned away the initial hit of this initial tsunami of destruction. Life has a way of getting in front of your plans. The Delta was not in position to receive the shockwave, so they are not in the mix of this, but the Beta and the Charlie were both slammed by the charge, which detonated less than even a defensible distance away. The Beta and the Charlie were reporting damages, but they were nominal and they would survive.

The Alpha... less so...

A huge gaping mass of structure ripped out of the bridge bulkhead. Nine poor souls were ripped out into the void before safety walls rolled into place.
That was just the bridge. Rojuhr, trying to protect a young Ensign was sent flying across the bridge and into one of the pillars, sending it crashing to the floor and bringing a section of that part of the ceiling down on him.

"Damage Reports coming in!"

"Hull Breaches all decks!"

"Engineering has a coolant leak they cannot stop..."

The stations tried to hold it together as safety crews (and XO - Commander Timmun) tried to pull the Captain to safety. They didn't have to tell him though, he knew. Computer... set auto... destruct...

"Captain... sit down... just relax... ALL HANDS! This is acting Captain Timmun... abandon ship! All hands to escape Pods! Abandon ship!"

Computer asking //Authorization Required//

Pouihl... Alpha...17...

Computer asking //Authorization Required from Commander Vinnu Timmun. Do you acknowledge auto-destruct.//

"Acknowledged."

//Auto Destruct engaged. Will commence in 300 seconds,//

(Thread exit)
Rhys Gorne | Kyle Torchwood | Trajan Fett | Nero Drake Jek Raynar

 

[Michael Angellus]

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OBJECTIVE TWO: Battle of Stalgasin Hive
Suggested Characters: RNR Starfighter Corps, Senators, Black Sun Boarders, Pirates, CIS Ground Forces
Journal Entry:
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”...intercept the cluster tagging Five and four. I want clean lanes for counterstrike."
…
“Bravo Leader—engaging.” … “Michael. Kyle. You’ve got cover. Let’s clean this up.”

Acknowledged. Good Hunting! I don’t truly feel like a “Jedi” right now, at least not yet, but I don’t feel right about saying the traditional pilot phrase..

Beoop

Don’t say that! BRED meant well, but his insistence that I had the shot incoming on this ship and it was a matter of time was not true. Yes, things looked good, but things don’t always break your way, and I had to be ready for it.

BooEEP

Almost. This pirate was panicking. Enough TO FLY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BIGGEST SOUP OF DEBRIS! FRAK!

I managed to dodge a huge piece of floating hull, but a turbolaser barrel hit the cockpit shield. It’s cracked.

AOOOOO

I know! Switching to my oxygen mask and visor. I needed a second to seal the mask, and the visor before switching off the cabin pressure. It was only going to cause issues in handlingI managed to get everything set up just in time. The cabin pressure was off, and I could breathe safely. The cracked cockpit shield was going to be a problem, but I had to focus on the mission. The pirate wouldn’t get away that easily.
On my call… launch those torpedoes…

BooEEEP

Wait… Wait… NOW!

The torpedoes flew and while I was creating more debris, I was clearing my path.

He’s damaged!

That is when things happened… I saw the RNV Alpha go up in a fireball…


Trajan Fett Jek Raynar KRONOS-555 Nero Drake (engaging atm)
Rhys Gorne Kyle Torchwood

 

[Roman Vossari]

Lieutenant Roman Vossari
Geonosian Ship | Geonosis
TAG: Ariadne
GEAR: X | X | X | X | X

Roman's body didn't betray him, jut his breath did. Just one hitch. Barely there. The kind of sound a dying man makes when the pain hasn't quite caught up yet. She had always known how to do this. How to thread her voice between his ribs like wire. How to press herself into the seams of his armor until it felt like she belonged there.

His grip on the rifle stayed firm, but his trigger finger, that traitorous bastard, hesitated under the touch of her synthetic thumb. Her whisper of Thess Varo rang in his skull, echoing around the hall of names he'd already collected and buried.

She stepped back, and Roman found himself stupidly watching the curve of her cheek catch the blade's glow. His own face, all shadow and scars, reflected faintly in the plasma. He looked like a ghost. Maybe he was.

She moved like temptation with muscle memory. A thing that should be worshipped or destroyed, but never ignored.

And then she said it. If you were going to kill me, you would've done it already. That one landed. Sharp. Accurate.

Roman exhaled, slow. Controlled. But there was something rattling underneath it now. Something messy.

"You're a manipulative piece of work," he muttered, barely above a whisper. Not rage. Not contempt. Something more dangerous. "You try to rot me from the inside before I pull the trigger. Like always."

His rifle dipped a fraction. Enough that he hated himself for it. His voice stayed steady, but there was a crack forming behind the dam.

"I don't want to touch you," he said, almost convincing himself. "I want to drag you back to that cell. Same kind of cell you left my father in. Strip the masks. Burn the names out of you."

She stepped closer again. He didn't stop her.

"I want to break what's left of you, Ariadne," he said, almost reverent now, unsure if that was actually true.

He finally looked at her eyes, really looked. And in his own: that flicker. That stutter. That terrible, irredeemable pause.

Roman had made a mistake. He let her get close. Again.
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[Eight]

SHADOWS OF
THE MARA CORRIDOR
Blizzard - Chapter 1
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TAG: Agent Damocles | Ferren Vaal | Victra Rinnel

MEMORA​

TATOOINE

<Might be Naboo.> Eight felt it too, sneaking, prying, creeping down his spine, grazing his bristles. But nothing else. They are clean, so clean he couldn’t thought of anyone else. Alliance, perhaps, but he’s not sure they got intel this accurate, this far. He pressed his hand to the materials of the wall, searching for any signs of movement outside.

It was tense, second feels like hours, the minuscule noise of the purge clamp sounds like a starcraft engine. Until she’s done with the purging and strides toward the emergency exhaust shaft. He followed behind her, putting his phrik hauls in front of him, pushing it as they crawl through the hatch and made their exit.

<Copy. Rendezvous in orbit.> Eight split from Victra as planned to increase the chance of escape. Mos Algo is far from the busiest shadowport in Tatooine. Everything here is secretive, hidden from the world by the Black Sun. It made it easier for him to navigate his escape, but harder to find something to escape with. He skirted the center of the outpost, far enough to avoid the Black Sun’s attention, but close enough to keep a lookout of any vehicles or mount he can jack.

He doesn’t want to resort to Talrin Crater, not if there’s another way. Black Sun patrols, corpos convoys, he’ll take his chance.​

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

The deformed Sorceress felt her flesh shudder violently everywhere, not just from the next Sound Blast from U40a but from feeling her energy be passively drawn into the sphere.

She felt herself weakening, the flesh on her arms already starting to shrivel. She kicked up a rifle from one of the guards she disabled, at such close range she could see the crystal clearly, and she was not about to lose to a flying boom box.

Magdalena opened fire, not used to fire arms, her shots spraying somewhat wildly, but enough to threaten the sphere and potentially the droid at the ranges she was spraying.

Even then, it was clear the sphere was having an effect. It was just that the creature whose flesh rippled and shuddered in an utterly disgusting manner was no ordinary Force User. She would not go down as quickly as others might.

Nevertheless, she was still weakening...

 

[Morex]

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| Location | Train, Monastery
| Objective | III - Ticket to Ride

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He continued to size up the figure before him. They carried an air of arrogance about him, or perhaps confidence, and judging by his handiwork not just a run of the mill individual trying to be a hero. He was either hired muscle from a competitor or what was more likely the case given the nature of their cargo and his intent to stop the train, a lightsaber wielding nutjob. ​

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The latter spoke more to Morex as he replied, shaking his head to the stranger that identified himself and his intentions, his hands shifting to adjust his belt, "Yeah, that's not gonna happen friend... You're welcome to try me and the rustbucket though." ​

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The droid was already in motion before Morex had finished his sentence. Better to let the droid be the first to find out what they were both dealing with, at least they could piece him back together. The Thyrsian slowly advanced through the train car after the droid as he threw his arms out to stretch them and ready himself.​

"Welcome to the pain train. Have your ticket ready to get punched."​

K4-ZAN | Lorn Reingard | Bastila Sal-Soren