Faction Escape from Mytus VII | Iron Covenant

[Juno Wren]

ESCAPE FROM MYTUS VII​

Mytus VII is a desolate asteroid on the edge of Wild Space, utterly unremarkable, but for the forty-story facility known as Star's End. Once run by a corporate hegemony, now the facility is under the purview of the Dark Collective, a group rumored to have ties to the Sith. Heavily fortified and heavily guarded, Star's End is home to thousands of criminals, scoundrels, and political dissidents.

But some of them don’t belong. Among them is Juno Wren, a hardened Mandalorian bounty hunter, and Sōla Taan, a world-weary Jedi foundling. Wrongfully imprisoned and all but forgotten by the galaxy, the two unlikely allies have managed a nearly impossible feat: They managed to broadcast a message.

And the Iron Enclave heard them. ​

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Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Krayt Baal’ik Yautja ​

 

[Juno Wren]

JUNO WREN
Star’s End | Mytus VII | Cell 447-L34
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Krayt Baal’ik Yautja

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Juno wiped a spot of blood from her helmet. It was the only piece of her armor she had left— only she could undo the mechanism that sealed it to her head. ”Think anybody got our message?”

She turned to the cell’s other occupant. Sōla Taan, a girl about a decade her junior with eyes that were far too old.

They hadn’t been cellmates, originally. Every prisoner of Star’s End had been kept in stasis, separate and asleep. But six months ago, everything changed. The stasis pods shut off. The cell doors opened. And hell was unleashed.

The prisoners had free rein of the upper floors, and the biological guards kept to the lower levels, twiddling their thumbs while prisoners were murdered left and right. They only had to deal with droids, and they were easily fooled. Well, them and the other prisoners.

It had taken the two of them six months to gather the components to build a transmitter and make a back door through the communications array to send out a message. Six long, violent months. She’d lost count of the number of fights. She hadn’t lost a single one, nor had Sōla. Things had settled for now, but the place was a powder keg, and any small thing could set it off.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been here, before the stasis was lifted. Years, at least. “And watch out for Baal’ik. Word is he’s still got it out for you. How’d you manage to beat him with the dampeners on?”

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[Sōla Krayt]

SŌLA TAAN-KRAYT
Mytus VII | Star’s End | Cell 447-L34
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Juno Wren Baal’ik Yautja

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”I believe someone heard us…” but I don’t know if help is coming.

Once upon a time, she might’ve been able to reach into the Force and catch a glimpse of her future, but with her abilities dampened by the shackles about her wrists, searching out the future was a lesson in futility. But she still had her tricks, small workings that could help avoid confrontation or end it, if the situation required.

She watched as Juno started pacing. Sōla still didn’t know what she looked like; the woman had never taken off her helmet. As far as Sōla knew, she slept with it on as well, and she never ate where anyone could see.

"And watch out for Baal'ik,” said Juno. “Word is he's still got it out for you. How'd you manage to beat him with the dampeners on?"

Sōla sighed. The forsaken warrior had wanted her dead for years. He was a formidable warrior, and deadly strong, but the Shadow had drained much of his vitality, and his dependence upon the darkside hampered him. Without the Force or his armor, he was nothing but a big, angry, brute. “I am not worried about Baal’ik. He has not learned to compensate for his diminished powers. I have. And if I ever get them off…”

A blaring klaxon cut her thoughts short. Ride lights flared along the walkways beyond the cell, flashing to the rhythm of the alarm. Sōla and Juno shared a glance. Then a flat, robotic voice over the loudspeakers:

“PRISONERS. RETURN TO YOUR CELLS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. RETURN TO YOUR CELLS.”

Is this it? Is this our chance?

“Leave the cell?”

Juno nodded decisively. “Definitely leave the cell.”
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[Jaikell Wyrvhor]

MYTUS VII
Aboard his personal ship the Oath of Iron
In orbit over Mytus VII
Crusader-class Corvette
Tag - Open to anyone who wants to help out

Jaikell has heard rumors about other Mandalorian outside of the Mandalorian Empire, that swore no loyalty to the Mandalore,
So when he heard a transmission from someone calling themselves "Vren Rook" saying
"Within this transmission, you will find the beacon code to find Kestri."

He knew he had to meet them.

So he got in his ship and set off to find them.

But that's when he got a Message, How there was a Mandalorian along with another Prisoner being held on a planet called Mytus VII
He knew she had to of been from this group, and that he had to help them.

As Jaikell gears up for this, he has a report filled with anything he could find on this place, Forty or so stories of pure prison, Guards all around, defenses for sure, this is going to be a tough one.

Armed with his Beskad, his Throwing knives and his 88 'Big Iron' Hand Cannon, he descends on the planet, hopefully he wont need his hand cannon, but its better to have it.

He set his ship to maneuver to Altitude just low enough for him to jump out of his ship and, using his jet pack, descend to the top of the building as his ships flies away,
"Theres no turning back now" he says to himself.

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[Siv Dragr]

G U N S L I N G E R
Mytus VII
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Tag: Juno Wren | Jaikell Wyrvhor | Sōla Krayt

It had been a long time since Siv Dragr had heard that name.

In his long line of work, Mandalorians came and went. The more infamous, those who carved their names into legend among the stars, sometimes flitted in and out like embers that would suddenly ignite, then extinguish, only to ignite once more inevitably. Juno Wren had been one of the most prolific and well-respected -- at least, by Siv -- Karjr in the Mandalorian Enclave. But it had been at least a decade since he'd heard a report of her.

Everything had made sense when a Ninyr'kad listening post received the message broadcast from the edge of Wild Space. Held captive in a black site facility. It was a fitting fate for a rogue criminal, but Wren was Mando'ad. Siv only took time to transmit the details to Vren Rook so the old bounty hunter-turned-politician could feel like he was doing something, before flying himself to the coordinates provided. Two had stowed away with him -- Siv knew them not, but the extra guns were appreciated. Still, three against potentially hundreds were not good betting odds, but Siv had played worse hands.

Reverting to hyperspace, he was running on maximum stealth afforded by the Kyr'yc Saca. The black site in the asteroid would have to have Core World-grade sensors, expensive ones at that, to detect Siv. Not so for the Crusader-class Corvette sitting there. "Fething..." his voice trailed off. So much for the element of surprise. Someone else had beaten him to the hit. Another Mandalorian? The ship was not of Kestri make, for sure.

Potential partner or foe regardless, it was an opportune distraction. The stations guards no doubt were on high alert with a warship on their perimeter; they wouldn't notice Siv piloting in his dropship to a far-off hangar, selectively jamming comms as he touched down. He'd have to think of a good story for anyone who came to receive the ship, or at least beat them on the draw. And then find Wren for a quick evac before things could go too sideways.

 

[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
MYTUS VII | PRISON GROUNDS
TAG: Juno Wren Siv Dragr Sōla Krayt Jaikell Wyrvhor
VISIBLY PRESENTING: Deliberately ambiguous - fully armoured

Signy had heard about this attempt at a prison break and it sounded too much fun to pass up. Apparently the person they were rescuing was some big shot from back before she had even picked up her first helmet. She had made contact with one of other warriors attending and had hitched a ride on his dropship in order to not worry her father that she had decided it was time she made her own name.

As he slowly pulled into the hangar she looked at Siv Dragr and grinned under her helmet. "They are going to surround us... i've got an idea. Ever heard of the "get help" tactic?" she laughed. An old gambit and such a dumb one that it would often catch people off guard. "I'll play possum, you carry me in calling for help then when we have them off guard... pow pow" she quick drew both her blaster pistols and mock fired them out the front window of the dropship.

"Or we just try and sweet talk our way in, but we arent gonna work that game unless we leave our armour behind." From the tone she gave it would be clear she didnt rate that idea.

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[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Juno Wren | Sōla Krayt | Jaikell Wyrvhor | Siv Dragr | Signy Bralor

Throughout his entire time returning to the galaxy, one of Carduul’s foremost aspirations had been to bring more Mandalorians into the fold. Though his once-grandiose aspirations had been given a harsh truth of reality since then, it could not be helped that such an aim persisted. No matter to which specific Mandalorian cause he wished to lend himself to, be it for others or his own, that would remain.

However, the only prison-breaks he was used to were loud, violent ones. The last one he had orchestrated was done as part of a major invasion…yet this was but a small outpost on the outskirts of space. It left him hesitant; when Mandalorians showed up to such a place, it wouldn’t be difficult to leverage Mandalorian prisoners as hostages. So, he needed to take a route he hardly ever cared for save for in the shadows of Dxun—stealth.

And to even begin to try that, he would need aid from someone far more experience in such a department. Siv Dragr was a figure known to him through tales of the Enclave’s exploits. It had cropped up several times, though much like many others, it was a shoddy patchwork of hearsay.

Still, he was here. Fingers reflexively tap against the hull of the dropship he found himself in- peeking a bit unceremoniously over the driver’s shoulder. It earned a rear of his head back once the other occupant gestured shooting out the windows. “I do not think decent guards would fall for that.” Came a reply to the younger Bralor. “A place at the far reaches of space like this usually means it was not meant to be found in the first place…and there seems to be others.”

His gaze flickered to the front- it was likely on high alert, so their landing would likely be noticed sooner rather than later. A soft groan escaped him, for he truly had no better ideas. Though, the Crusader would opt for simply beating them to the draw. “Perhaps they haven’t even noticed us yet amidst their patrols. Loathe as I am to leave the armor, I do not wish them to leverage Mandalorian prisoners the moment they recognize a presence that may wish them.”

A heavy blaster pistol was holstered to his frame nonetheless, as he inched near the boarding ramp. Frankly, he was prepared to shoot their way in there when push came to shove. Then again, that was usually the man's preferred way.

 

[Baal’ik Yautja]

Baal’ik Yautja
“The Forsaken Hunter”
Star's End | Mytus VII | Cell 467-L34
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Krayt Baal’ik Yautja Signy Bralor Carduul Akahl

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"PRISONERS. RETURN TO YOUR CELLS. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT. THIS IS NOT A —"

Baal’ik ripped the loudspeaker from the wall with a grunt and tossed it over the railing. The alarm was still blaring though, like a dull knife digging in his ear, and he could still hear the voice through the other loudspeakers.

The noise was driving him mad— his eye twitched, fanged teeth grinding. On reflex, he reached for the Shadow. He could feel the power swirling around him, yet he could not reach it, could not seize it for himself. It slipped through his hands like smoke. It made him even angrier.

Baal’ik wasn’t sure who was running the facility nowadays, but since the organic guards had pissed off to the lower levels and the stasis fields were lifted, this place had been a like a vacation. The prison was large enough for a proper hunt, and he’d had more than a few in past couple months. Hadn’t been a day yet he didn’t have to bash a few heads; he’d even made a chalice from the head of a mouthy Ithorian, and fashioned two bone knives from the broken femurs of a disrespectful Trandoshsn.

In fact, if it wasn’t for the dampening bracers and that fething jetii bog-witch, he might even call it paradise.

Maybe this was his chance to get even. The old rage was still there, as always, simmering and ready to boil over at the slightest provocation. Fething alarm. Fething jetii. The hate came when he looked out over the other cells of level 34 and glimpsed the buy’ce of Juno Wren. Wherever she went, the jetii was sure to be near.

“Boss?”

His arm snapped out, fingers closed around the throat of his chief bootlicker, a sleazy human aptly named Grease.

“Erk!” Grease’s eyes nearly popped out his head. “Can’t. Breathe,” he managed to wheeze.

“That is the idea,” said Baal’ik, his voice like grinding rocks. But he released the man, eyes still glued to cell 447, and the two walking dead women making their way out of it. The droids were marching past, all headed to the restricted lift in the center of the level. Strange. He’d suspected the alarm was because of some technical difficulty, but if the droids were shipping out, that could only mean one thing…interlopers. The guards were too craven to fight, so they were sending the droids to do it. I smell an opportunity.

“Round up the fodder. All of them. And send word to the other block leaders. It is time.”

Grease swallowed, nervous fear oozing from his pores. “We’re storming the lower levels?”

“Hn,” Baal’ik grunted. “Many will die. I will not.”

He needed to get the dampeners off. And then he needed to kill the jetii.

That meant he had to go see the Red Lady.

 

[Jaikell Wyrvhor]

Star's End
Objective -Free the Prisoners

Jaikell descends from the sky, like a shooting star in the night he he goes and lands on the top of the building.
Beskad in hand, Quickly but quietly making his way to the first guard he sees, and just as he's about to swing his heavy beskad and take him out
Klaxon's fire out across the building, and the guards start yelling orders and moving quickly,

"Something must be going on inside the building" he thinks to himself, as he quickly takes out the first guard in front of him.
But with all theses alarms blaring and guards around, he might as well use his 88 Big Iron Hand Cannon,

So he puts his beskad away and pulls out his Hand Cannon, Right as a guard walks around the corner, quickly Jaikell aims and shoots him in the chest.
At least he doesnt have to go silent anymore, he always preferred it loud anyways.


a few moments later, As jaikell takes out guard after guard with a few close calls along the way he makes his way to one of the staircases down to the actual building
Keycard needed
"Damnit, need to go looking."

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[Juno Wren]

JUNO WREN
Star’s End | Mytus VII | Cell L34
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Krayt Baal’ik Yautja Signy Bralor Carduul Akahl

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Juno watched Grease flee from Baal’ik’s cell and round up the fodder, sirens still blaring. He went from one prisoner to the next, passing the word. They’d likely be doing the same on the other levels, gathering the biggest, toughest idiots and sending them to storm the lower levels. They’ll break at the first blaster bolt. It was going to be a bloodbath.

“Can’t go down…at least not yet. Too much heat. Gotta’ go up,” said Juno. Next to her, Sōla hummed in thought.

“There’s roof access, up on the 40th.”

“Yeah…and the Red Schutta is up on the 40th, too.” And we’ll likely need a keycard as well. If only I had my kit.

Sōla hummed again. “Might be riskier than chancing the lower levels. We’d be fools to trust a Sith.”

“And it might be our best shot. Especially if she can those dampeners off.” She’d bet her left tit that’s where Baal’ik was going. “I’m not saying trust her. I’m saying use her.”​

The jetii was quiet for a long moment. Juno liked that about her. Sōla always thought before she spoke. “Very well. I’ll petition the Red Lady for help.” She gestured with her hand. “Lead the way, vod.”

Despite it all, Juno smiled. “We’ll make a proper Mandalorian out of you yet, kid.”
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[Sōla Krayt]

SŌLA TAAN-KRAYT
Mytus VII | Star’s End | Level 40
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Juno Wren Baal’ik Yautja Signy Bralor Carduul Akahl

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They took the steps. The main lift that dominated the center of the structure was all but inaccessible by prisoners, and the cardinal lifts— named such because each coincided with a cardinal direction— were all being used to go down. Usually the steps were guarded by a group of Baal’ik’s lackeys, but with all the commotion, they’d abandoned their post. Or they went down with all the rest.

The 40th floor was made much the same as the others, a vast, rounded space with a walkway around the walls, and paths arcing to the main lift in the center. All the cells were empty, however.

All but one.

“Juno Wren, Sōla Krayt. Come. Join me.” The Red Lady cut a striking figure in a tailored, scarlet uniform, a far cry from the drab clothing everyone else wore. She was beautiful, Sōla thought, in the way a sword was beautiful, sharp and deadly. But her eyes were a fiery yellow that gleamed with malice.

There will be no using this creature. We were fools.

And there, looming in the recesses of the cell, was Baal’ik. She looked down at his bare wrists. Oh, fe—

His massive hand shot out, and she went flying. She spun head over heels, turned her flailing into a controlled backflip, and landed in a low crouch on the arcing bridge to the main lift.

Baal’ik was sprinting towards her, his massive feet shaking the walkway. She couldn’t fight him hand to hand. Not with his bracers off.

“Win,” said the Red Lady, “and I will remove your bracers.”

Baal’ik was on her then, and it took every bit of her focus to keep from getting pummeled.

“Now, Miss Wren…let’s talk business. I have a proposition for you. You need a keycard yes? I need someone found.”

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[Siv Dragr]

G U N S L I N G E R
Mytus VII
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Tag: Juno Wren | Sōla Krayt | Jaikell Wyrvhor | Signy Bralor | Carduul Akahl | Baal’ik Yautja

Siv made his way from the cockpit to encounter his two partners debating about their course of action.

"Or we just try and sweet talk our way in, but we arent gonna work that game unless we leave our armour behind." From the tone she gave it would be clear she didnt rate that idea.

Though, the Crusader would opt for simply beating them to the draw. “Perhaps they haven’t even noticed us yet amidst their patrols. Loathe as I am to leave the armor, I do not wish them to leverage Mandalorian prisoners the moment they recognize a presence that may wish them.”

A fifteen-year-old and a stranger. They weren't the crew that Siv would have chosen for this sort of job, but complaining wouldn't get them anywhere. Besides, who was Siv to judge the worth of a warrior he didn't know?

Either way, they had to figure out how to get through the station and get to their targets. Outside the hull, klaxons blared; the sound dampened inside the cabin of the Kyr'yc Saca. Siv unholstered his blaster and looked at the two. "Now, I usually advocate for stealth," he said, "but I think we lost the element of surprise. We go in all three, blasters blazing, or I pretend I'm here to turn you two in. But you'll have to lose the armor. Choose," he said, almost as a matter-of-fact statement. They didn't have much more time for deliberation.

 

[Baal’ik Yautja]

Baal’ik Yautja
“The Forsaken Hunter”
Star's End | Mytus VII | Cell L40
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Krayt Baal’ik Yautja Signy Bralor Carduul Akahl

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Baal’ik had almost forgotten what real power felt like. It coursed through his veins and pumped in his heart, huffed out of his mouth with every breath. He was stronger. He was faster. His reflexes sharper. The rage in his blood was singing again, that old familiar song, louder and louder still, BECAUSE WHY COULDN’T HE CATCH THE LITTLE BOG-WITCH!

She ducked under his hands, danced away from his fists, flipped over his kicks, always just a little faster, a little quicker. If he caught her, if he hit her even once, she was dead.

If.

By now, the boys would be throwing themselves at the guards. A few of them might even have weapons, scavenged from the guards. A weapon. Now that’s a thought.

Anything would do. A sword. A club. Even a knife. “Stop running girl! Face me! Face me and die!”

He threw a quick punch at her head, leaned in, shot for her legs, and grabbed only air. He felt a knee snap his chin up, then a heel cane across his jaw, hard enough to loosen his fangs.

He leaned away from the second kick, checked the low kick that followed. He jabbed again, followed it with a hook— Sōla slipped the jab, rolled under the hook, and punched him solidly in the stomach.

Air wheezed from his mouth. She tried to press her advantage and overreached— he caught her across the face with a back hand, forcing her away.

Too strong for a human her size. And too fast, to be cut off from the Force. Unless… “You aren’t human, are you girly?”

“Bingo. I guess you aren’t as dumb as you look.”

He rushed her again, and she used the railing to springboard over his head. But she didn’t jump high enough. He snagged her foot as she sailed past and slammed her into the walkway.

 

[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
MYTUS VII | PRISON GROUNDS
TAG: Juno Wren Siv Dragr Carduul Akahl Sōla Krayt Jaikell Wyrvhor

VISIBLY PRESENTING: Deliberately ambiguous - fully armoured

But you'll have to loose the armor. Choose

"Easiest choice I've had to made all day" she said activating the power unit in her buckler shield to extend its radius while reaching from a small device off of her belt.

She ship was now on the deck and several soldiers had set up to welcome them, there was of course a couple of security officials walking towards their lowering ramp, just in case this was indeed a legitimate landing. But the fact that he was accompanied by a KX-droid and his soldiers had set up overlooking fields of fire on their exit point meant there was a good chance he was expecting hostilities.

The ramp hissed and landed on the ground and immediately a robotic voice could be heard, amplified by the droid.

"This is an unscheduled landing. Please exit your vehicle with your arms up and prepare for your papers and ship to be inspected. You have ten seconds to comply."

As the droid waited there was a click click click beeeeeeeeeeee.... as a small metal sphere bounced down the ramp, skipped along the floor and rolled to a stop in front of them. The human greeter's eyes widened as the device jumped about four feet into the air then exploded with an incredibly bright multi-phased light. He clutched his eyes in agony and even the KX unit reached up to reset his visual sensors. The soldiers a but further away would be dazzled but not permanently blinded.

"I think thats a strike!" Signy laughed as she ran down the ramp following her flashbang and pulling up her second pistol. She immediately went wide of the droid to allow her heavier friends to deal with them while she headed to capture one of the defensive positions. There was return of fire in her direction but it was wild and unaimed as the soldiers desperately shot at ghosts they could barely see through their scorced corneas.

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[Carduul Akahl]

Tags: Juno Wren | @Sōla Taan | Jaikell Wyrvhor | Siv Dragr | Signy Bralor | Baal’ik Yautja

The older one drew a fair point, and the younger one didn’t seem keen on stealth. Frankly, neither was he- though it was good to bear the option in mind, if Dragr had been keen on it. Thankfully, that was not the case today. A position was taken near the ramp, though it seemed the others already had a plan.

As the grenade went off and the KX went haywire, his weapon was taken gratefully in hand. The poleaxe turned around in one swift motion, as the crusader literally came out swinging in a lunge forwards—a harsh crack! of beskar against metal made almost a gong-like noise as he ousted the droid’s head from its shoulders in one fell swoop with the blunt end. They were undoubtedly making noise, so it was likely that any outside guards would come running. Surprisingly enough, he saw none. Strange.

He could only assume their other ranged adversaries would be dealt with rather swiftly thereafter, weaving into whatever was the nearest semblance of cover upon the landing platform as the short firefight ensued. The element of surprise was all it truly took to tip the scales in favor of a short-lived victory.

“No going back, now...” Came the shortened mutter, just as he returned fire with an offhand blaster pistol. When it was all over, he eventually stepped out from cover to assess the next steps. What he assumed to be, at least- the older one among them still was calling the shots. “I presume one of this group has a keycard or something for external access.” He pointed out, steps leading over to the bodies to search for just that.

“A fine job with the grenade.” Was the addition, plucking what at least seemed to be a pass or keycard from the guard’s belt. A neat trick, an EMP-slash-Flashbang. But, there was no time to lose- steps move forth towards the door. “We must press forward. If we’re fighting our way in there, then we need to find where in the prison the call originated- or just see if we can open everything and hope we come across the right individual.”

But what became immediately apparent as he opened the doorway with the beep of a keycard's acceptance, was the blaring alarms of marking something going on elsewhere in the facility. A perfect distraction, as fortune would have it. At least, until guards inevitably started rushing down the corridor in search of their quarries. “...Though, it seems we’re a little late to the second part.”

 

[Jaikell Wyrvhor]

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Star's End​

Objective -Free the Prisoners​

Jaikell is on the roof of the building, Hand cannon in one hand, while using his free hand to look through any guards he shoots
"Dank farrik, Finally" he said, Breathing heavily while grabbing a keycard off an guards neck,

Before getting up and shooing a guard cowering in a corner by the door,

"Time for the real show to start" he says thinking to himself,
Swiping the keycard and making his way inside the building,

Staircase after staircase, quickly making his way down, Thankfully its relatively clear, a few guards here and there but nothing serious, they must be busy handing something farther down,

40TH FLOOR, 39TH FLOOR, 38TH FLOOR,
then he finds are guard,
quickly shooting him in the arm,
"I shouldn't of done that" he thinks to himself
"Okay okay calm down" he says while the guard yells "I know! it hurts but quickly help me with this"
-A moment later..
"You're telling me there isn't a single elevator for the next 8 floors???"
shooting the guard as he makes a sigh of frustration

Back to walking it seems..

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[Siv Dragr]

G U N S L I N G E R
Mytus VII
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Tag: Juno Wren | Sōla Krayt | Jaikell Wyrvhor | Signy Bralor | Carduul Akahl | Baal’ik Yautja

The young one was unsurprisingly quick to elect to fight their way out. Siv said nothing but chose to follow her lead. The landing ramp extended, and Signy was the first one out, throwing a flashbang to disorient the security detail that had come to inspect the ship. Carduul was next, surprisingly deft with the massive battleaxe he bore, while Siv brought up the rear. While the two in front took out the main detail, Siv took cover and marked up three remaining guards on the overlook whose attention was drawn by his two companions. A mechanical click was audible as he switched his blaster's power setting to marksman mode. He lined up the first guard in his sights, squeezed the trigger, and dropped him. The other two were slow to react, and Siv had killed them too before they could refocus their line of fire on him. All three taken by bolts square to the chest, one each. Siv was efficient.

"You fight well," he commented to the other two as he strode to catch up, his blaster at hand and ready should reinforcements arrive.

But, there was no time to lose- steps move forth towards the door. “We must press forward. If we’re fighting our way in there, then we need to find where in the prison the call originated- or just see if we can open everything and hope we come across the right individual.” But what became immediately apparent as he opened the doorway with the beep of a keycard's acceptance, was the blaring alarms of marking something going on elsewhere in the facility.

He walked past Carduul to a scomp link in a wall panel and jammed his anti-security blade from his utility belt into it. There was a nanosecond as the slicing device interfaced with the station's systems, but it passed, and the station's feed and security systems integrated seamlessly into Siv's HUD. He paused a second to tune out holocamera relays of their docking bay and associated alarms before he could sift through the rest of the data. "That will get us into where we want to go," he muttered aside to his two companions. Taking a moment to process the comm-feed being relayed to his helm, he then turned to Carduul and Signy. "The station's emergency comms and detailing two insurgencies, minus ours. Breakout of a cell 447 and intrusion in the upper levels." He frowned under his helmet. "Can't tell which is our target and which is the other visitor. But the ship we saw outside had a Mandalorian make. Any sort of comms we can try and raise without drawing attention?"

 

[Juno Wren]

JUNO WREN
Star’s End | Mytus VII | Cell L34
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Sōla Krayt Baal’ik Yautja Signy Bralor Carduul Akahl

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“Let’s get this straight. You’re willing to help us escape in exchange for tracking down an assassination droid?”

The Red Lady leaned forward. “Not just an assassination droid. 8X-O can use the Force. I have studied your exploits. You survived against much greater foes than a mere droid.”

Juno scowled. So why can’t you find him yourself?

“I am, as of yet, unable to leave, as my task here is not yet complete,” answered the Red Lady, as if hearing her thoughts. “But that is no concern of yours. Do we have a deal?”​

Behind her, Sōla was still fighting for her life. Juno could hear her breathing, hear her feet pattering as she ducked and dodged. She could hear Baal’ik’s massive fists whooshing through the air, hear the meaty impact of his fist against the railing, or the flooring, or the walls. He was getting faster, the angrier he got, and it was only a matter of time before Sōla got caught.

“We have a deal. Hand over the keycard please, and remove her bracers.”

The Red Lady passed her the keycard, but made no move to assist Sōla. “The keycard is for finding Hachi. The Jedi must win if she wants my help.”

If only I had my gear. Then I could shoot this schutta in the face and be done with her.

“So violent,” said the Red Lady, a smile in her voice. “That’s what I like most about Mandalorians.”

Juno wanted to kick her in the face. “Baal’ik can use the Force. It’s not a fair fight.”

“I don’t care. I am a Sith. Fair play is for fools. But if you agree to a second favor…”

Juno heard a pained cry and turned around. Baal’ik had snagged Sōla by the foot, and was slamming her into the floor. “Fine,” she bit out through gritted teeth. “Now help!”

The Red Lady laughed and waved her hand. As Juno watched, Sōla’s bracers unlatched and fell from her wrists.

“Finally!” Sōla shouted.

Baal’ik yanked her up into the air to slam her again, and her foot lashed out, catching him the jaw with enough force to release his grip. She landed like a cat, face bruised and bleeding, yet she was grinning. “Round two?”
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[Sōla Krayt]

SŌLA TAAN-KRAYT
Mytus VII | Star’s End | Level 40
TAG: Siv Dragr Jaikell Wyrvhor Juno Wren Baal’ik Yautja Signy Bralor Carduul Akahl

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Sōla was finally free. Everything was easier now. The room seemed brighter, the colors more vibrant, the sounds more crisp. She fell deep into the Force, opened herself as much as she dared, and it flowed through her like a mighty river just let loose from a dam, streaming through her limbs, rushing through her veins.

What she has managed with the bracers was but a trickle compared to this. Her eyes were truly opened now, and with them she could see the inevitable shape of Baal’ik’s defeat.

The shade that possessed on Gamorr had left its mark, and he had never fully healed from his fight with Jos. She could see the weakness like the center point of a shattered pane of glass. It sat just below his chest, almost directly in the center of his abdomen.

“Give up, Baal’ik. This fight is over.”

His answer was a wordless snarl. He lunged at her, fury writ in every line of his face, arms splayed wide as if to tackle her.

She turned, snapped out a sidekick directly into the weak point.

A ragged exhale clawed its way out his mouth. He crumpled almost bonelessly, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

“Well,” said Juno. “That was anticlimactic.”

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[Signy Bralor]

SIGNY BRALOR
MYTUS VII | PRISON GROUNDS
TAG: Juno Wren Siv Dragr Carduul Akahl Sōla Krayt Jaikell Wyrvhor

VISIBLY PRESENTING: Deliberately ambiguous - fully armoured

But you'll have to loose the armor. Choose

The fight on the landing pad was over as quickly as it started with Carduul Akahl rapidly dispatching the mist dangerous element in the droid and the other two making quick work of the human guards. They regrouped just as Siv Dragr scomped his way in to the base and made a few observations.

"Three intrusion for a single prisoner? Who is this guy? I hope when I get thrown in prison you all show up for me." she laughed as the door hissed open.

She scanned through channels she had access to. No other Bralor's about at the moment. So many disparate groups did make coordination tricky sometimes. She just had to hope everyone was working towards the same goal.

She took one last look at the sky before they entered the prison proper and began to prowl the corridors. "If this was my mission I'd open every cell, give the guard so much to deal with we can pluck out our mark at our leisure. But then he might get killed in the riot. So there is a downside."

Her suit senses told her there were footsteps coming down the adjoining corridor and she readied herself at the top of the T junction as they ran towards the group. Her blaster pistols were close range so she wasnt giving them the whole corridor.

She stepped into the corridor as they got a half dozen metres away and opened fire. Two went down with burning holes in their chest plates before the other pair had their rifles raised and peppered the wall at the end of the T with blaster rounds as Signy spun away to the other side. The soldiers tossed a grenade in her direction the went off with a loud bang, but Signy had the sense to activate her backpack mounted blast shield which simmered in the blast before she stepped back out and finished off the pair.

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