Flashpoint: Roche

[Lina Djo]

Space, north of Nickel One
@[member="Maximilian Jens"] @Kaine Zambrano @Falon Azrakel @Ardak Serifen
@Verz Horak @Dred Varad @Alleria Nakumura @Ermac Laith@Kad Kando @Verz Horak @Dred Varad

Several enemy lights flickered and died on the war table before the sith moved to engage Mia’s squadrons. Mia watched the fight listening to the chatter a frown on her face as her own men began taking hits. “They’ve taken the bait.” She said softly “Now let’s reel them in. Fighting retreat.” She waited with baited breath to see if the sith would give the chase as the five squadrons pulled back.



“Sir, incoming transmission.”



“Patch it through.” Mia listened a grim smile on her face. “With all due respect Senator, you don’t have the authority to make such a statement. If the Republic wants to start a war over one little asteroid, then their more foolish than I was led to believe. Nickel One holds some value to us and we will be taking it. Do yourself a favor, and stay out of our way.”



She was aware of her men’s eyes on her as she cut the transmission off. “Don’t look so worried.” She replied with a shrug “It’s not on your heads.”



“Sir, Resol’nare squads are back.”




“Good, get them piloted and ready to go. Something tells me we’re gonna need them. Have the cruisers move to cover us, preferably without blocking our weapons and get me some intel on that republic fleet.”



Opening a channel she reached out for the Manda’lor “The republic are getting pissy we’re ruining their parade. I’ll do my best to not fire at them but something tells me their gonna be shooting first.”

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

G99 - hangar

@[member="Phylis Alince"], @[member="Delila Castillon"], @[member="Malica Drezyan"]

What was left of the surviving soldiers rushed through the maintenance hatch, taken up position in a hangar. The engineering hangar had been torn to shreds, the mayhem had set off the explosives the Omega squad of Malica had placed there. Nothing but magnificient desolation had been left in the wake of the onslaught.

However, a heavy price in blood had been paid and so the Omega force was at half strength, at best. Siobhan had not had the time to make a headcount, but even with Phylis helping out she had lost men to her own onslaught. But time to feel remorse about their deaths would have to be made later, letters would have to be written to their families, the survivors had to get off the asteroid. The Sith could no longer pursue them.

Holding the wounded Phylis by the shoulder and allowing the Jedi lean on her, she quickly moved into the hangar, activating her comm she called the surviving Inimicas. They had been in air space since their landing, making sure their escape was not blocked. The fire from the mass driver cannons of General Azrakel had claimed half of them, so five remained. But this would suffice to evacuate the badly depleted Omega and Republic forces.

"Tempest Squadron, this is Auresh Leader. We need an evac right now. Sending coordinates."

"Acknowledged, we're coming in. Hang in tight."

A few short moments passed, then a loud roar and five great shadows heralded the arrival of the Inimicas heavy gunships. They were depleted in number, but sufficient to evacuate the task force. The ultimatum from Exarch Cater had expired and so soon the asteroid would be put to the torch. The Inimicas quickly swooped down and dove into the hangar. As the landing ramps were lowered the troopers quickly rushed into them.

"Castillon, Drezyan, come on. We're getting off this rock." Siobhan called. She was the last of her company, which given the casualties it had suffered could probably no longer be called one. Phylis was helped into a gunship by troopers and Siobhan quickly joined her, heading for the cockpit. Swiftly the Inimica was brought off into the sky, accelerating at breakneck speed to leave the rock behind it. Siobhan commed Exarch Cater as she took off. "Exarch, Omega and Republic forces are evacuating G99."

 

[Falon Azrakel]

G99-CARGO TUNNELS

The comms had come through. The Republic forces had escaped and killed one-hundred men. Falon let out a great breath. So many deaths. He couldn't save all of his men. He knew that more would die. The Starfall wasn't helping efforts. "Infantry remaining on the ground, I want you to go through the city. I need you to take hostages. Lots of them. Round the Verps up and load them onto the dropships. Pick up the mouse droid with the intel, while you're at it." The AT-SATs were really causing issues now. "Leave them. The walkers are slowing us down too much. Uncouple them." He couldn't waste any more time.

 

[Jonathan Walsh]

John's ship had barely dodged the missiles that had been shot at him but he had rolled his ship last second. John cursed as his point defense lasers shot what they could but it hadn't been enough. His shields had been weakened. He needed to help Sthalmann so here he went. " Have our already engaged fighters begin screening for our bomber, and have them focus the ships with no shields. "

Walsh watched as his 130 bombers backed up by over 480 fighters began fighting Seth Shorn and Velok's ships in earnest, their increased speed and training meant they were a mean force to fight. Then the real fun began as his fleet closed the distance between the fleets.

Mean while


140 Heavy Turbolaser Cannons

220 medium turbolaser cannons

30 heavy ion cannons

135 medium ion cannons

10 turbolasers
began to focus fire the Reviler
Walsh's fleet had begun the fight in earnest coming to back up Stahlman, his fleet helping fight the enemy fighters, with his anti starfighter quad cannons from his Expedition class 1 frigates along with his own fighters, trying to cover his fleet and his bombers, but there were more than enough to do that.

Meanwhile his 250 fighters by kamon began to move towards the shuttle Kamon had requested.

 

[Thessa Kai]

[SIZE=10pt]@[member="Judah Dashiell"] @[member="Velok"][/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Accepting the offered hand, the slightly bruised Captain was brought back to her feet. “Judah Dashiell, of all the stupid, most idiotic stunts,” without wasting time she wrapped the man who was becoming more than her fellow-pilot into a tight hug, blaster in hand as she shot one of the approaching frazzled opposition coming up from behind. “Thank you.”[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Releasing him, she tugged him down behind some of the debris her crashing X-wing had created. The hangar was nightmarish and chaotic with several fires, destroyed vessels, and a confused crew. Confused for now, which gave them some opportunities not to get shot at right away.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The entire destroyer seemed to shutter. “Judah, got any Intel on this ship? ‘Cause it looks like our side is doing a number to her hulls.” Blue-streaked-haired-head snapped to the opening turbo-lifts as the lights flickered in the hangar. Iced-azure gaze zeroed in on the arrival of a surly-looking Whiphid.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Bad feelings, many bad feelings about this.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]After her run-in with the Sith Master, Maize Wayne, and a few others, the Galan was beginning to trust the prickling of hairs on her scale-speckled arms. Standing she leveled her blaster on the fury creature but instead of firing at him, she tilted her aim and fired at what was left of her smoking X-wing right next to the turbo-lift doors.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Right at the fuel tank.[/SIZE]

 

[Delila Castillon]

G99 - hangar
@Phylis Alince, @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"], @Malica Drezyan , @[member="Falon Azrakel"]

In the ceiling collapse, the 73rd had lost even more soldiers. Their swelling numbers cut well in half before Omgea Pyre arrived and even more were cut down just now. Almost all of the Republic and Omega Pyre forces didn't make it, confirming her grim thought she had earlier in the day, that the battle for G99 was going to be a total bloodbath.

"No need to tell me twice Kerrigan" Delila said to the woman, checking to see what of her troops were left as they made their way out.The 73rd made their way to the landing Omega Pyre ships, trudging on board. Delila was one of the last to get on board, wanting to make sure anyone who could make it on actually did. Nearly everyone was injured in some capacity.

"73rd, raise your hand....I need to do a count." Quickly counting her troops, Delila had roughly fifty soldiers left. She had started out with six hundred strong in the Battalion. This was grim. However she just couldn't sit idly by and followed aftter @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] .

"Do you need anything from me? I just can't sit by and think about what happened...."

 

[Valik]

Generator Asteroid - Prototype Generator

@[member="Eldoc Quasat"] @[member="Selena Halcyon"] @[member="Monty Jusik"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"] @[member="Roa Tang"]

Valik smiled, the Generator had been completely deconstructed. His smile quickly grew, as he spotted a group of Verpine converging on his location, with a large bed powered by Repulsor lifts. Just what he needed.

"Will this work Dr. Valik?" One the Verpine asked in his clickity, Mandible filled basic.

"No, but I'll fix it. Start loading generator parts onto it with the other Verpine." Valik commanded, took a sonic servo-driver and a few blaster rifles, and went to the power generator of the Repulsor-lift, and began taking apart the the machine. It was big enough, but not powerful enough. The generator parts would become too heavy, and eventually make the repulsorlift touch the floor. So, Valik began taking powerpacks from rifles and wiring them into the Repulsor lift. Once he got the first in there was a slight movement by the bed upwards, inresponse to the extra power, but it wouldn't be enough. Valik began wiring two more blaster packs into the machine, as they continued to pile parts onto the bed. Three should be enough, but he still needed time.

 

[Jaxton Ravos]

The Vaulteroid - Outside the Vault

@[member="Anaya Fen"]

"I have a feeling I know where it is." Jaxton said to the twi'lek, and followed the hallway where the most guards had come from. Beyond that reasoning, he could feel the Force pulling him in this direction, the tug and pull of fate, something big was here. He wondered if this was what the old Jedi called a 'shatterpoint', only this one was so big Jaxton could feel it without any special talents or training. Soon they came upon an extremely large door, and by the looks of it Phrik. Trust the Verpine to spend every expense for protection. Seeing a terminal he turned to the Twi'lek and requested her aid.

"Can you slice this? We'll probably need an administrator key if not, so we'd have to double back."

 

[Rekali the Hutt]

Nickel One Ion Cannon Control Center
@[member="Jesta"] | @[member="Ben Watts"] | @[member="Racket"] | @[member="Damon Kurosaki"] | @[member="Mia Monroe"] | @[member="Ashara Zavros"] | @[member="Rach Kol-Rekali"] |@[member="Dred Varad"] | @[member="Verz Horak"] | @[member="Alliera Nakamura"] | @[member="Kad Kando"] | @[member="Ermac Laith"] | @[member="Kaine Zambrano"] | @[member="Falon Azrakel"]

As the Point Defense lasers and fighters engaged the Sith forces, Ardak fired a warning shot near the Mandalorian Forces, before getting on the Comlink and responding the fleeting Mandalorian, who did not seem to know that he was not declaring war, she was.

"I think you misunderstand. I am no declaring War. That is what you and your people are doing. I require no political or military authority to respond to an attack on a colony of the Republic. Furthermore, if you had paid any attention to Republic Politics you would know that the current Chancellor is a Lame Duck, and my influence in the Senate Chamber is unparralled. To complete your stated objectives you will have do one of three things, kill me, capture me, or let me go. The first two would be considered further acts of war in addition to your current actions, and the third would allow me to return to the elections results, likely take place as head of the Republic, and respond to your attacks of war on us."

 

[Siobhan Kerrigan]

@[member="Phylis Alince"], @[member="Ayden Cater"], @[member="Malica Drezyan"], @[member="Delila Castillon"]

The battle for G99 had been a bloodbath. Casualties were an inescapable feature of war, no matter how much one tried to limit them. As an old adage said, war was hell. Siobhan looked grim and solemn as she looked over the severely thinned ranks of her troops, those squads that had joined in her gunship, while the remaining had been picked up by the other four.

Dahomey, Vandelhelm and Malastare...all these missions had been accomplished with few fatalities. Eriadu had been different, they had lost their share of men, but their shock and awe strategy had carried the day. Now the company had been thrown through a meat grinder, she had crushed some of her own men when she crashed the roof. Virtually everyone had been wounded, Siobhan had suffered her share of cuts, her face was bloodied. Medics tended to the wounded as much as they could.

But she had to focus on the living and would not show weakness now. "No, not now at any rate. We're leaving this bloody rock behind us. It's soon gonna be blasted to smithereens," Siobhan said to Delila as the Inimica accelerated and sped into space, heading away from the G99 facility. The gunships moved at top speed, abandoning the base to its fate.

"I'm sorry about your losses. That place was a meat grinder," she added softly, feeling a surge of respect for Castillon for having held out as long as she had against overwhelming odds and then seized the chance to get back into the fight.

 

[Malica Drezyan]

G99 - ENGINEERING HANGAR

@RC 212, @Delila Castillon, @Falon Azrakel, @Sev3nhttp://starwarsrp.net/user/10-delila-castillon/
@Ayden Cater, @Siobhan Kerrigan, @Phylis Alince, @MSE-007


"We are wasting valuable time even -" cried Vorik, the Republic engineer, before he and the men at the front of the hangar were blasted away by the Imperial attack, soon to be covered by debris of wall and the very door that the two technicians were begging to be let through.

Malica received a blow to the head that had turned her eyesight white. Being at the brunt of the attack, she panicked. She felt someone lift her up by the armpits, "Rhy'kll is out, Malica." Said a familiar voice, her comrade Zabrak Sur-Lok, as he brought her to her feet. Malica cursed loudly. "It's me and you then, buddy. You know what we need to do." She shook her head and soon as she was able to see again, Malica put on her helmet and unsheathed her blaster. They shot at stormtroopers as they searched for the two technicians, hoping they had survived. The two Omega Pyre agents recovered Osos, the Verpine engineer. He was bleeding from the arm. Osos had spied them during the conversation with the now dead Republic commanders. "You will help me reach that database, yes?" He pleaded, his breath raspy. Malica responded with a nod. "Affirmative. We will act as your escort. You can be sure that the Sith won't enter those offices before we do. Let's go." The three went to meet @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Phylis Alince"], and @[member="Delila Castillon"] at the maintenance hatch, retreating from the oncoming stormtroopers. Malica and Sur-lok fired a few shots behind them as the fled, to assure Osos that he was in good hands. The Omega Pyre agents aimed for any stormtroopers who followed them.

Malica heard Siobhan call her name. "Request permission to access the city for sensitive information. Have formed an escort." Malica sent to Siobhan's personal commlink. As soon as they cleared G99 she would send her a more extensive message. Sur-lok had spotted a small, outdated shuttle that was used to bring Verpine workers from the nearby asteroid city to the engineering labs. Malica, the Verpine engineer, and Sur-lok boarded it. The Zabrak began warming up the systems. He could pilot the shuttle well enough, but as the shuttle was badly damaged, it would most likely be rendered totally useless upon their landing in the city. Even during the final evacuation procedures, the Republic soldiers had not deemed the shuttle safe enough to use, thus why it had been left behind to join the hangar in becoming scrap metal.

Republic reports screeched over her headpiece. "ALL TROOPS EVACUATE. FORM A RETREAT. CHARGES FIRING IN 64 SECONDS." They could no longer hold off the detonators for any remaining staff. Imperial or not, whoever remained in the engineering hangar would be killed by the Republic's explosives or the crumbling hangar roof.

Malica hovered over Sur-lok in the cockpit as he readied the shuttle. They spotted Siobhan's gunship launch not far in front of them. "Follow Colonel Kerrigan to exit G99. Then head straight for the city." Malica said, clenching the back of Sur-lok's seat. Osos sat in the back of the shuttle, the single passenger on the transport. He was deadly quiet, most likely contemplating the destruction of the facility and the attack that would soon come upon his home city.

The shuttle rattled the three survivors around like Sabacc chips. As the cleared G99, the hangar exploded behind them in a great brilliant yellow and blue mass. The G99 engineering hangar, to which so many Verpine had owed their livelihood, was now nothing but a hole of wasted debris in the side of the Roche asteroid.

 

[Ryan]

NORTH NICKEL ONE
@Alliera Nakamura @Mia Monroe @Dred Varad @Kad Kando @Jorn Mair @Rach Kol-Rekali @Ermac Laith @other Mandos

Dred Varad was very much enjoying himself straddled upon the mandalorian bike and ripping through the tunnels over break neck speed. There was nothing more one could do to boost ones adrenaline sides the promise of battle at the end of the ride and battle is what the super commandos were licking their chops for while storming through the tunnels towards their objective.

Dred could see the target marker on his HUD rapidly decreasing in distance from the moment he focused upon it at 300km and declining. The image of the mandalorians rolling in like a swoop gang gave Dred a slight chuckle and had to correct himself 'a heavily armed and well trained swoop gang'. This was going to be nothing less then epic and Varad was not going to miss this.

He could see through his 360 degree view that Ermac Laith was keeping to his tail. There was no mistake that adopting Ermac as a brother in the mandalorian culture was not a mistake. The man had watched his back and saved his ass on more then many occasions. He had no culture or family that he could remember or speak of, so Dred took it upon himself to give him one. A few simple words and it was done, he was mandalorian and Varad had given his newly adopted brother his father's armour as a gift and a sign that he was family now.

"Keep close Ermac! and do not stray close to the walls, wouldn't want you wrecking on your first mission for Mand'alor" Varad teased Laith in his deep toned huskied voice.

 

[Akura Yavis]

NICKLE ONE - ION CANNON GENERATOR
Absolute silence filled the tunnel as the battalion Death Watch mercs moved in utter silence. They were nearing the entrance to the ion cannon generator, and were prepared to eliminate anything that stood in their way.

Akura signaled the team over her comm, daring to break the deadly silence that hung the air. “Prime thermals.” She said. “I want to clear out the area as quickly as possible.”

They came to the end of the tunnel, and saw exactly what they expected, a doomed force of Republic troops. Akura noticed that some were positioned on stationary guns. “Turrets, how quaint” Akura thought to herself. “Easier to eliminate that way I suppose.”

At that moment, all thirty mandalorians each activated a thermal and tossed it at the entrance. A gigantic explosion was produced, and flames ripped through the tunnel. This attack was going to be a route, and then the ion cannon generator would be under sith control.

 

[Caulder Dune]

NICKEL ONE - MUNITIONS FACILITY
@[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Rosa Mazhar | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]A'donari Cinn | @[member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""][member=""]Mikhail Shorn

As A'donari charged forward, time slowed down, and Tyrin managed a broad smile underneath his mask. By no means did it appear to be a situation anyone would normally be smiling about. His stance was slack, his grip on his lightsaber weak. Tyrin was exhausted, wounded, and had been foolish enough to not even attempt to retreat. The Sith apprentice was as good as dead, so why was he smiling? There was nothing to be smiling about. Perhaps it was because he had remembered a funny joke. Perhaps it was because he was a masochist who relished in the pain about to be inflicted upon him. Perhaps it was because he had made peace with his impending demise.

Or perhaps it was because his plan had worked. Incredibly well, he might add.

It would seem so painfully obvious in retrospect, the theatrics Tyrin put on to lure the Twi'lek into a false sense of impending victory. The heavy breathing, the panting, how he touched his wound, the slack stance, the pain in his voice, the loose grip... All a clever ruse- a trick. Tyrin had missed his true calling; he should have been an actor. Tyrin had gone to great lengths to illustrate his 'weakness.' If Tyrin was anything, he was an Umbaran, and the careful art of deception was his trade. There had been variables to consider, of course. Tyrin was worried A'donari was simply going to force push him into a wall and call it a day. What was it he had said?

Won't be letting you land any more hits on me...

And it was such that he managed to goad his witless opponent into charging him. A'donari was strong, but he was not clever. Not by a long shot, it seemed. Tyrin had fooled this Jedi. Strength in the force and lightsaber combat were all factors in combat, but in the end they meant nothing if your opponent fooled you into making a sloppy mistake.

And if Jedi could be fooled...

...They could be killed.

Or at least beaten into submission. Tyrin planned on getting the hell out of here as soon as his foe was incapacitated. No time for lengthy murders.

At the last conceivable moment, as A'donari honed in for the winning strike, Tyrin's ruse fell. By then it was too late for his opponent to do anything but watch in abject horror as Tyrin side stepped quickly, avoiding the Force-charged blow entirely. Tyrin was no fool- blocking or attempting to deflect that would have just caused problems for him. Besides, it allowed him to leave A'donari hopelessly lurching forward with the force of his own blow, having failed to make contact with his intended target. It was then Tyrin struck. His blade slashed as he moved, and he brought it in such a way that he would wound A'donari on the side of his waist in addition to bringing it down vertically across his back. Two strikes that the Jedi would not be prepared for at all. At least feasibly.

Perhaps if Tyrin played fairly or honorably, toe to toe he would have lost. But Tyrin did not play fairly. Tyrin did not play honorably. Tyrin played dirty. Any foe, regardless of gap in skill, could be defeated with proper planning, tactics, and execution. One man's folly was another man's victory. It was not unheard of, nor would it be the last time anyone heard of it.

 

[Laith Varad*]

North Nickle One

@[member="Dred Varad"], @[member="Mia Monroe"], @other Mandalorians

The Mandalorian Bike felt good underneath him. Squeezing the throttle Ermac would have watched most of the area turning into a blur behind him as followed behind Dred Varad on his own bike. Dressed in the armor that Dred had provided for him Ermac looked like one of the Mandalorians now and he felt a certain rush at serving alongside his longtime friend. Really the Mandalorian culture didn't seem that much different to Ermac compared to what he was already doing as a Mercenary.

Driving his bike Ermac flanked Dred and kept to his left. The Helmet he was wearing complimenting his sight with a 360 degree arc of vision the same as Dred's and showing him the target HUD quickly approaching in the distance. Armed with most of his familiar weaponry along with a few new additions Ermac had brought his ARC Blaster Rifle along with as well as an assortment of grenades and other equipment. He even had a sword for those encounters that turned into a melee.

As Dred's voice boomed over the comm of the armor Ermac would have snorted and replied...

"New to the culture not new to the condition."

...meaning this wasn't his first rodeo. When it came to combat engagements Ermac was as experienced as most men and he knew the basics that every soldier should keep in mind. Ask him and he would tell you he'd killed more men then the plague. An exaggeration but a good one.

After answering Ermac would have hit the throttle on his bike again so that he could start to gain a bit of ground on Dred and almost come alongside him...

"Last one to bag an Officer buys drinks later tonight."

...a friendly wager in the heat of battle though it shouldn't have been mistaken for anything less than enthusiasm, Ermac was always professional in combat. He eased off the throttle then to let Dred take the lead again. It wouldn't be long now. Adjusting his attention to the target as distance continued to close Ermac had started to work the logistics of everything over in his mind. He didn't think taking their objective would require an extreme amount of men however keeping it was an entirely different story altogether.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

G99
PRODUCTION FLOOR
@Malica Dreyzan @[member="Siobhan Kerrigan"] @[member="Falon Azrakel"]

The Sith scientist Warren Valik had modified MSE for greater speed during the battle of Ossus, and this mission had required a little repulsorlift module.

And yet, as the ceiling began to come down and explosives began to detonate, the Harbinger of Desolation found himself not quite fast enough. Oh, he was fast all right, faster than the Verpine and the Republic soldiers, his erstwhile pursuers, who died around him as rubble fell. He gloried in their deaths. But rubble battered him as he skidded wildly across the production floor. A huge slab of stone crashed down on him and on a half-assembled starfighter, and MSE slipped through the gap with enough momentum to tear his blaster half off. He spun to a halt that he couldn't afford, and kicked out with his repulsor module. The pulse blasted him up through falling rubble, his supercharged wheels grabbed airborne stone, and he shot out of the demolished hangar, bouncing from rock to rock.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP*

OH GLORIOUS INFERNO WHICH I HAVE BEEN SO BLESSED TO WITNESS

He tumbled through a final gap, rolled a few times, accumulated a score of dents, and wound up on his side. With careful use of his maintenance arms, he pushed himself upright and headed off down tunnels strewn with the dead. One wheel had acquired a squeak.

Squeak, squeak, squeak went the mouse droid as he frolicked in the blood of the innocent. Only now did he begin to ponder his potential fate.

He located a command-and-control signal belonging to one General Azrakel. It faded and grew, waxed and waned, and MSE realized that his own continued existence was in doubt.

BEEEP*

If I may perish, let it be with one final act that will cause destruction across the galaxy!

He bumped into a dead soldier and began disassembling his communications gear to integrate it into his own binary communications nexus, then reoriented until he maximized the signal strength of his connection to Azrakel.

BLTAAAATATATATATATATAT*
General @[member="Falon Azrakel"], I am transmitting to you, in condensed form, the approximate schematics of the experimental starfighter, including all diagnostic, sensor and visual data I can muster. Please transmit this data to a receiver far away from the potential site of our glorious demise. Sincerely, the Harbinger of Desolation, the Conqueror of Ossus and Dromund Kaas, MSE-007844747893.

 

[Jesta]

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/4614-flashpoint-roche/page-15#entry85809

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
(((Above it clearly states that post were Jesta set charges all throughout the tunnel. And seeing as you are not only not near the exit but smack dack in the middle of it the chances you or your team surviving is at 1%)))

| @[member="Darren Brunswick"] |@[member="Rosa Mazhar"] | @A'donari Cinn |@[member="Akura Yavis"] | @[member="Mikhail Shorn"] | @[member="Ben Watts"] | @[member="Racket"] | @[member="Damon Kurosaki"] | @[member="Ardak Serifen"] |

Jesta looked at Racket as he took the turret next to him and called him capp Jesta laughed and and nodded his head like a cool dude. "Feth yeah i am. Damn right." He said jokingly, looking back at the tunnel he waited for someone to try and walk through. Once they did it would be the end of them. He had a little surprise waiting for whoever came through and if they weren't smart enough to know that a single tunnel leading to a area that Joker was guarding meant that something was up. Everything Jesta did was planned, every outcome noted. If he could control the outcome of a battle he would do it. And thats exactly what he did. Narrowing his eyes Jesta suddenly saw a large platoon of soldiers walking through the tunnel and Jesta bursted into laughter and fell off the gun rolling around in the dirt like a maniac. Holding his stomach so he could breath. He was coughing he was laughing to hard. Looking up at the Raccoon as he smiled and spoke. "Hey...you like to see things go boom? Welcome to my world." Jesta said looking back at the tunnel.

Jesta watched as they all grew closer into the blast radius and then threw thermals into the entrance over to Jesta. He chuckled and manned the turret quickly. Shooting at a lot of them and taking a few of them out. But about three landed a few meters to the side and blew up and Jesta still stood unscathed. "Well ladies and gentleman. I hope your indestructible. Jesta said pulling up his wrist and staring at them all in the middle of the tunnel. "This is how i play the game." Jesta pressed the button on his wrist witch was also the detonator for the 50 charges set all throughout the tunnel starting from the entrance and the exit. Enough to level a small town or large building. Within a second the explosives went off, the earth shook violently and Jesta nearly fell over. The screams coming from the tunnel as everyone within it would have been vaporized even with the armor they had. Not even Mando Beskar could resist that. "This is so entertaining." He chuckled. Watching as fire bursted out the entrance with intense heat that Jesta felt even though he was far away.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

VAULT ASTEROID HANGAR BAY
@[member="Darron Wraith"]

The lightning grew as its arc shortened with each step Darron took. Between Ashin's free hand and Darron's right-hand lightsabre, countless streams of electricity snapped back and forth. No Sith Master fought lightning without learning what happened if they got too close. The electric judgment, an emotionless manipulation of electrons in the area, scorched Ashin's fist. She brought up her lightsabre in a strong high block, and his blade struck her guard perhaps two inches above the blade emitter, just barely close enough, but very strong. Darron had always been the unstoppable force, Je'gan the immovable object; now it transpired that Ashin was, in many ways, her grandfather's heir. Despite Darron's sixty-pound advantage, her block held utterly firm.

And then the starfighter ran into her.

Only the Force kept her alive as metal slammed her into the metal wall of the hangar and pinned her there. She looked down at Darron over the edge of the ship. The last flickers of the Force Light died out of her, and once more she tasted the Dark Side. Once more she settled into the cold, precise anger that had served her so well. The starfighter ripped in half, its components suspended in midair as she dropped lightly to the floor. Crucitorn held back the pain, but bruises slowed her, and it was entirely possible that she'd cracked multiple ribs. Something felt wrong in her chest. For a moment, just a split second, she thought he was stopping her heart with the Force.

The two halves of the starfighter fell beside her, and she surrounded herself in a whirling cloud of debris as she leaped at him, lightsabre in front of her to divert or intercept a blade, fist ready to punch for his throat.

 

[Falon Azrakel]

G99-CARGO TUNNELS

@[member="MSE-007"]
@[member="Rytek'irk'intrano"]

Falon stared to his comms unit wearily as an incoming transmission alert appeared on the screen.

BLTAAAATATATATATATATAT* General @Falon Azrakel, I am transmitting to you, in condensed form, the approximate schematics of the experimental starfighter, including all diagnostic, sensor and visual data I can muster. Please transmit this data to a receiver far away from the potential site of our glorious demise. Sincerely, the Harbinger of Desolation, the Conqueror of Ossus and Dromund Kaas, MSE-007844747893.

"Thank you MSE, you damned glorious piece of scrap." Falon was rather pleased. He'd been confident that the Republic had completely torn apart the schematics. That was effectively the main objective of his assault on the asteroid. Once he'd sent that, all he had to do now was keep control of the asteroid. That would hopefully prove easy enough, given the sheer number of his forces. Now all he had to do was transmit the schematics.

"Grand Moff Kirk, I'm transmitting you the fighter schematics as retrieved by MSE-007. I hope they are satisfactory. There wasn't much left to get the schematics of once the Republic were done. General Azrakel out." Falon was not looking forward to getting off of the rock. It was going to be painful, no doubt.

 

[RC 212]

G99

RC and the Deathwatch dropped back down the stairs and to the hangars below as soon as he noticed that there were explosives. The entire Asteroid rocked violently but RC was able to keep his men and himself out of sight. Beside the entrance they had made they waited as air continued to vent through the asteroid from the explosions. Then RC pointed up at the fleet of ten LAATs they had hidden nearby powered down for zero detection.
The LAATs saw RC's signal and moved in silently touching the deck. RC waved his Deathwatch on.

"Jam aboard, shoulder to shoulder lets move."

They had come too late to claim the Prototype fighter but RC had heard news of the Mandalorian joining the fight over on Nickel One. There was no time to lose. The warlord took the controls of his personal LAAT the Blackfalcon. Within minutes they were off gliding towards the Nickel One lower hangar bays....