Get Off My Rock [CIS Dominion of Zenith Prime]

[Isabella Denko]

The little girl was able to slip past the guards and into a room where there were a bunch of shiny things and buttons! The shinny things looked like bullets..big bullets and she guessed they went into the doors that were near the buttons.

Wrinkling her nose the five year old looked to her left or right for any signs of anyone before looking to the buttons which were calling her name. She knew daddy would be mad that she touched things on his ship but..she would just blame someone else. Someone so cute could do no wrong.

 

[Darth Metus]

With his orders given, the Mandalorian then began to make his way inside the fortification. As opposed to heading down where the slaves were located, Isley headed straight ahead. There was always information to be found in these sorts of places; and as such there were questions that he had to have answered. How did the Slaver's Guild come into possession of powerful ships? When did they get so close to the Confederate capital? All this and more raced through the Mandalorian's head as he jogged throughout the corridor, quickly kicking down the first door which crossed his path. He quickly entered and looked around....there were plenty of terminals and it only took one to find the information he sought. "Alright, time to find out what the hell's going on...."

 

[Darth Metus]

Still ignorant to the fact that his child had stowed away aboard his vessel, Josiah continued his telekinetic onslaught. He literally blasted chunks of the fortification off and utilized them as blunt objects; swinging them about through the Force. Some were squished, some were batted several feet back, and others ran for their lives. "C'mon honey, don't let me have all the fun." he said in an amused tone. With both hands outstretched, the Silver Jedi continued his offense against the Fortress, keeping his wit and focus primed all the while.

[member="Sophia Denko"]

 

[Malok]

Continuing right along, the Bothan bared his teeth in frustration. It would take the combined efforts of many skilled cleaners to liberate the damage done to his robe...but there were many things that demanded his focus at this point in time. As he abandoned his cover, raising his lightsaber defensively, Verask noted that the offense was thinning. What's more, only a single cannon was still operational; thereby heralding a swarm of ships incoming from above. It would only be a matter of time before the Confederacy saw victory this day; and the Bothan resolved to continue to do his part. Stepping forward, he raised his saber above his head and shouted aloud: "You are fighting a losing battle! Lay down your arms and live...fight, and the Confederacy will decimate you."

 

[Placeholder 0123]

Graxin took in a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. The pain was intense, but nothing he hadn't experienced before. Luckily, the bolt had exploded on his good leg. If it had hit the other, well, it certainly wouldn't still be attached. Graxin leaned back against the crates, and worked to channel his pain like his father tended to. Problem was, there was nothing to take it all out on, and the attempt failed.

"Busted my leg. Gah, no worries. I can still move." He grumbled through grit teeth. The twin blades were hooked to his belt, and replaced with a single personal sidearm. It would do the trick. "Thanks for the save." He added quietly, and shifted his gaze to [member="Seanna Vel "]"I'll have to take you to dinner later, I s'pose.....mop up time?"


[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Malok]

His rotary cannon did not rest for several moments; as slavers came from both sides attempting to subdue the Vong-Shaped warrior. However, Genesis absolutely would not be denied! No, there were innocents in need of liberation...and he would make absolutely certain that they tasted the sweet flavor of freedom this day. As such, he continued to assault the slavers as valiantly as he could, blasting away the resistance with each step. It would take several more moments in order to reach the bottom of the stairs, but slowly and surely he was making his way there.

 

[Darth Metus]

"I can call for a medi-vac and get you outta here. The Confederacy is known for its healers; they'll have you patched up in just a matter of seconds. However, we can't stay here...the enemy is still about." warned the clone, allowing his eyes to sweep across the area. He awaited the response of the Son of Krag; wondering if he would allow himself to be treated by the Curates or if he would stubbornly allow the wound to heal on its own. Regardless, Ishmael kept his saber at the ready, for who knew what laid beyond the corner? "Better make up your mind quickly, as I'm sure we'll have quite a bit of fight coming our way."

[member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Ignorant to the fact that there was a child about the press all the shiny buttons, the helmsman awaited until the Emerald Dawn and its starfighter escort were clear. Once there, he filled the Bridge with his voice, barking out the order: "Commence the Saturation Attack! All vessels, open fire!" His order was relayed throughout the whole of the Confederate task force and followed to the letter; for the instant that [member="Djonas Vile"] was clear, a relentless onslaught began. Salvos of warheads coupled with turbolaser fire surged across the distance and impacted the hull of the enemy, causing explosions about its length. "Sir, the shields are down!" came the report of the radar officer; a fact that brought the helmsman immense satisfaction. "Let's finish the job then!"

 

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"The facility is theirs now. I won't be much of a help--only a hindrance." Graxin stated quite earnestly. He wasn't a very stubborn man, nor was he stupid. He had a very important assignment to get back to once this was over, and allowing the wound to fester would only serve to hurt its success. "So I'll take medical."

With grit teeth, Graxin forced himself onto his feet. His leg wouldn't have any of it. The bone was shattered and burned. He set his weight back against the box, and closed his eyes. Oh, gods, it hurt. The Knight forced the bone to stay in place by an invisible force. It was painful, energy costing, and necessary for Graxin to keep walking for now.


[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Malok]

The Bothan awaited the response from the adjacent slavers...but was sorely disappointed in their choice. Apparently a life of crime and slavery was preferred over incarceration; and so not a single one dropped their arms. Instead, they caused Verask to practically leap back behind his cover, for they began to assault his position with relentless blaster fire. "Why throw away your lives?!" he cried from behind cover, attempting to reason with the fearful men and women. "If you continue to fight, you will die! Don't you value your own lives?!"

 

[Darth Metus]

"Alright, calling it in. Rest easy now." came the response of the clone. At once, he then opened a line of communication with the Confederate task force and requested an immediately medical evacuation. With the anti-aircraft cannons no longer a pressing issue, the estimated time of arrival was just under two minutes. This was satisfying for the clone, as he knew that the efforts he had put forth helped in making the operation a success; but he did not let his guard down at all. "I'm sure the Confederacy will make sure you're duly compensated for helping out. That said, eta is just under two minutes." he then added, holding his saber aloft.

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Promptly seating himself in one of the seats strewn about the "office space", the Mandalorian then began to tap upon the terminal before his eyes. His fingers danced upon the holographic surface, attempting to bypass what he could. Of course, being that these were slavers, their security was not at all military grade. In fact, it was something more along the lines of basic firewalls found on any average computer...and that was something that the Mandalorian could work with. He began to access files and download them into his HUD, gritting his teeth as the information began to spill past his eyes. "Of course. Only one place in the Galaxy would continue to smile upon slavery in this era...karking Suns."

 

[Malok]

At long last, the Vong-Shaped warrior arrived at the base of the stairs and afforded himself some breathing room. Diving behind cover, he sucked in a deep breath...before hearing the sudden cries of those incarcerated around him. There would be time for a break later; now he had to fight! Rising up, he roared at the top of his lungs and began to assault the guards with his rotary cannon once more, rending apart their paltry resistance with concentrated fire. Then, there was quiet...for it was just Genesis and the slaves. "Don't worry, I'm going to get you out of here!" he called, jogging over to the door controls.

 

[Sophia Walsh]

"Your getting fancy there swinging around a bunch of rocks." She smiled as she shook her head. She now could see where there daughter got it from as she often swung her dolls around in her room just for the fun of it. Sophia pulled pieces of the fortification down as well but instead of swinging it around watched as it crumbled on topple a group of slavers. She pulled more down on another group of the slavers.




[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

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"Here's hoping." Graxin grumbled. He kept his sidearm raised as the Confederacy ship began to arrive. He had helped deliver the galaxy's most powerful military center to possible enemies, but at the same time, stopped slavery here. It made him feel....good? He wasn't sure. Not dirty like when he performed tasks for Krag.

Gritting his teeth, Graxin made off for the nearest medical transport. He awaited his holocron, and some decent medical care.

[member="Ishmael Verd"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Continuing boldly along, the Silver Jedi continued to await the offensive powers of his beloved...but did not allow his waiting to come between him and the job at hand. With the battlements practically cleared, the Silver Jedi focused his attention on the final anti-aircraft cannon and sucked in a breath to calm and center himself. This last cannon was the only thing barring the Confederacy from an all-out ground assault on the fortification, and as such it absolutely had to go. Reaching out with the Force, the Silver Jedi then gripped the cannon telekinetically and began to heave...this cannon was going down, now!

 

[Darth Metus]

"I'm sure they'll probably take you to Bothawui, as it's just a hop away. There, you can inquire about your compensation..." he said. His words heralded the din of engines roaring forth from the atmosphere and a single dropship came to park itself right beside the wall. Stepping over to the Son of Krag, the clone offered his arm in order to assist the man in getting to the dropship. Time was of the essence, as the slavers were growing all the more desperate with each passing moment. However, they were practically home free...only a few more steps...

[member="Graxin Rade"]

 

[Isabella Denko]

Pressing the big silver button she heard a big boom along with a buzzing sound as she released it. Worried that she may be caught Izzy fled from the room to go hide out in the closet as she had no idea what she just pressed. Hopefully she didn't break the ship cause if that happened she knew her parents wouldn't be pleased at all.

[member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Once the data had completely downloaded into the Mandalorian's HUD, he promptly rose from the seat he had claimed. The information that he had gleaned from the databanks told of the fall of the Sith Empire, and certain warlords contributing their assets to the slaver's guild. What's more, these men and women were totally friendly with the enemies of the Confederacy: the Black Sun Syndicate. It was only a matter of time before they wandered out from under the Fringe Confederation's skirt of protection in order to face judgment and justice at the hands of the Confederacy. Until then, Isley had a report to make. As such, he promptly began to make his way out of the room and jogged his way back out into daylight.

 

[Darth Metus]

When [member="Isabella Denko"] pressed the shiny silver button, she actually was inadvertantly helping the offense that was occurring above Zenith Prime; for that single button controled the warhead launchers of the port side. At once, the ordnance sang across the distance and impacted the hull of the enemy vessel, causing a chain reaction. Explosion after explosion then ripped the hull apart, causing cheers to erupt from the Bridge. "Excellent work everyone! Now let's clean up the mess, all craft fire at will. Eliminate all remaining targets." came the orders of the helmsman.