Gravity

[Travis Caalgen]

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PYRIA SYSTEM, ALLIANCE TERRITORIES​

851 ABY​

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"Welcome to Borleias, operative."​

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A hologram of Colonel Travis Caalgen, Director of Advanced Weapons Research, would appear on the HUD of your EV suit as you stepped into the cargo airlock of a Tempus-class Star Frigate. Joining you would be others in similar EV suits, each of them pitch black with the Imperial crest stamped on it and varying numbers. Before you was a large, grey durasteel blast door which you knew that beyond it was the deadly void of space.

"We haven't much time, your vessel tripped a sensor net on the way there and may have alerted the Galactic Alliance to your presence, therefore I'll be brief." Director Caalgen hissed "For hundreds of years, a debris field has surrounded Borleias, the remains of a massive battle during the Yuuzhan Vong War."

Your hands curled into fists from anxiety, what is so special about one battle from one war? Most likely sensing your question, Caalgen spoke again "A ship called the Lusankya was present during this battle, an Executor-class Star Dreadnought not unlike the Pellaeon that serves as the jewel of our starfleet, but more than three times the size."

Glancing down at something not projected in the hologram, a worried look came over his features for a split second. "Your task today is to find what remains of this ship, scavenge it for anything useful. You and your compatriots will be carrying spare power cells, in order to power up any decrepit consoles and download the information. At this moment this is considered a black-level operation."

With that the man disappeared, leaving your HUD clear until a crimson display activated, showing some sort of guidance system, you guessed accurately. The radiant lights in the airlock shut off, and dim emergency lights took their place. A feminine voice with a cute Imperial accent appeared over the airlock's intercom.

"Airlock release in five...four...three...two...one..."

At once the blast doors opened and you were jettisoned out into space, your maneuvering thrusters automatically kicking in and stabilizing you so that you followed along a predetermined path initially, before shutting down and leaving you to control your fate.

 

[Vilhelm Balfour]

"Why are we here again Moff Balfour?" Captain Keras asked Balfour. It wasn't a foolish question, truth be told. Borelais was far from the reach of the Empire. Kark, it was in Galactic Alliance territory. Not only that but it was a stone's throw away from many other governments. The Free World's Coalition, the Metal Lords, and the newly formed Collective were all close enough to deploy ships at the drop of a hat. The Tempus Class Star Frigate selected by Director Caalgen was technically a ship of the open market, but it was still associated well enough with the Galactic Empire. Battle could come at any moment.

"Because Director Caalgen is the head of Weapons Research in the Empire, and he has a project that requires a search of the Borelais system." Balour replied. He had a lot more to say on the subject than that, but there was no way he was going to speak his mind on the bridge. COMPNOR was everywhere after all. "Just make sure we know if there's movement Captain. I want to know the moment something suspicious happens."

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Soliael Talith had lived on Borleias for nearly three decades.

His children had been raised here, his house was here, he'd once represented the planet within the Senate of the old Galactic Republic. Borleias was his home. It was where his children had been raised and where he and his wife had lived throughout their marriage. The planet was nothing special. It held no fortresses, contained no military bases or special research facilities. It held only ancient remnants and pieces of times that had long been forgotten by most.

The once Sith Master let out a yawn, standing on his porch and holding a small cup of caf. His fingers were wrapped around the small ceramic, maid tiny by his hand. He watched the skies, as he often did in the morning, not searching for anything in particular but simply trying to gauge the weather.

He'd become quite good at it's foretelling over the past three decades. That wasn't a gift born of the force or anything, though he could probably manage such a thing if he tried. Rather it was a natural instinct. Borleias tended to have tropical storms every now and again, and with no real satellite system in place it was up to the residents themselves to determine when to shutter their home. Soliael frowned for a moment, though kept searching the skies almost unconsciously.

Things had been difficult as of late, a heavy weight falling on his and the shoulders of his wife. Micah was still not yet fully recovered from his injuries, and he could begin to see Kira's nerves fray just a bit. She kept her spirits as high as she could, but any mother seeing her son that felt a burden. Soliael felt it too of course, but he could endure. That wasn't to say Kira was weaker than him, but a mothers love was a different thing.

For a moment the Rogue Master frowned, shaking his head for a second as he looked down towards the beach. A sigh escaped him, and slowly he moved to head back into the house.

As he turned away a prickle ran across the back of his neck.

A heartbeat passed, and Soliael frowned. His gaze wandered to his caf, and then back towards the sky. His lips thinned, eyes wandering as if in search of something. After a moment more the former false god simply shook his head and yawned once more before stepping inside.

No reason to get ahead of himself.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - EV Suit​

Location: Near Borleias​

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The cold vastness of space. This was the last place that Varik had expected to be sent for any assignment; especially outside of a ship. He watched the hologram of Caalgen, curiously eyeing the man's face and movements as he spoke. If it were for anything else, he may have just regarded this as cleaning up, nothing more. As it stood - this would contribute greatly to the Empire. He couldn't afford not to help deal with this situation. He lurched slightly as the airlock released and he was sent out into the dark void.

He wasn't nervous, though he was definitely out of his element. He stared outwards, seeing the blinking light of distant stars and worlds beyond. For all the danger it posed and the horrors and death that had happened within it, the great space between worlds was beautiful. Varik didn't have much time to admire the scenery however, with the thrusters on his suit suddenly shutting down as he was left to his own devices. Very well, then. He took some time to get used to the thrusters again, like in the small amount of training he'd had for this.

After practicing how to move in the various directions, Varik spied forward, watching the scanners on his suit's visor. There seemed to be an unusually large amount of some ship in his immediate direction, so the Initiate headed there, the thruster carrying him towards it. As he neared what seemed to be a graveyard within the debris, he spotted the aft of a huge ship, possibly the Lusankya. It was the right size, the right type of ship; whenever it was destroyed, this area must have broken off.

As he neared the wreckage, Ice finally somewhat understood the fear Navymen had. He stopped dead in his tracks, floating in a stance close to standing upright as he simply looked around, staring. Bodies of naval officers, servicemen and engineers were simply floating in space around him, their bodies frozen without the natural requirements to decompose. He saw some long-dead EV suits, perhaps those who had tried to make an escape or had missed escape pods. Silently, he wondered if they had died in some other manner or simply starved. As he floated past, he looked in one of the visors. A skull, with no holes in the suit. Starvation it was.

With his thrusters activated once more, Varik disappeared into the large gaping hole that led into the aft of the ship; it began with a blast door. The aft must've been seperated at a corridor, and it wasn't as though the keypad next to him was going to work; the codes would be hundreds of years old anyway, not like he wanted to waste a power cell as it was. Taking his lightsaber off of his belt, he stabbed it in and began slowly carving himself a doorway, deactivating the saber as he finished. Reaching out, he used the force to pull the cut section back and off to the side, stepping in through his new doorway as he entered the long-dead ship. There had to be an engineering bay or some such in this area; something with useful schematics or data.

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

“Inferno One standby...” Desmond’s voice came over the comms “Deploy,” He said again and several TIE/ad’s dropped out of hyperspace around Borleais.

Desmond eyed the debris field around the planet curiously. It was a hollow cry to a demise that he knew all too well. He shivered a little as he saw the broken ships floating listlessly through the space around the planet.

“Inferno One, assume formation Kresh,” Desmond said and the five starfighters formed a V.

Inferno One had been tasked with stopping any ships from entering the sector, and if they discovered the Imperial presence, then Inferno One would make sure they did not leave the system. They entered the debris field around the planet and flew slowly, so as to better navigate the wreckage. Desmond watched as his ship's sonar pinged off the wreckage and reported its findings back to him. As expected the space around the planet was just as dead as the iron tombs that floated in it’s orbit. Desmond smirked a little. It was going to be a fairly easy run then.

 

[Lemon]

Koda Fett​

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Near Borleias​

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It seemed as if Mercenaries, Hired Guns and Bounty Hunters got all the love in this new age. Where soldiers were resources, these types of individuals were a special breed of tool - useful to operate in locations you may not want to link yourself too. Perhaps this is why Koda Fett was hired to venture on this little expedition. The Mandalorian was frequently hired by the Galactic Empire, he was the favorite after all. Faces of C'artyom and Ice were ones he knew, but he didn't really know them just as they didn't really know him. He was an enigma, a mystery, just a helmet. Perhaps those in Imperial Intelligence could scrounge something together on him, but not a whole lot was there to begin with.

The Imperials transitioned into EVA Suits, all looking identical to some degree or another. Meanwhile, Fett was perfectly able to remain inside his Mandalorian Armor. It was a brilliant piece of technology, not just in it's durability but it's gadgets. With his gear locked down, oxygen was breathable inside his helmet as the gravity seemed to disappear. The jetpack on his back making him able to traverse the void with ease, though for the meantime he just floated aimlessly, watching and observing. Where would the Imperials go, what looks like the most useful section to scavenge, where is the Lusankya?

With the tap of his right hand on his left gauntlet his jetpack roared, sending him soaring towards what appeared to be the bridge of the Lusankya. Koda's eyes darted around him as he bobbed and weaved through the floating debris, ultimately approaching the scraps of the once fine vessel. Deactivating his Mitronomon Z-6 Jetpack another button seemed to be pressed, activating the magnetic lock on his boots that have him clamp down onto the exterior. Now, on the outside, Fett traversed upwards and into the window that had been cracked open for centuries. The preserved bodies of Navymen still float aimlessly, without any real purpose, much like himself.

Fett's eyes scanned the area, something of use was in here.

 

[Jotham Noktis]

Rear Admiral Jotham Noktis​

Location: Outside of the Pyria System​

Status: Relaying Covert Surveillance​

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Fleet: Unknown​

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In the far-casted shadow of a Pyrian moon, the bulk of Rear Admiral Noktis’ fleet laid in wait like a snake in the grass.

Although screening vessels had been sent ahead in the form of star-frigates and a star destroyer for the sake of scavenging and salvaging from the long since defunct-Imperial Flagship, the fleet of Rear Admiral Noktis, had found a suitable pocket in the pure blackness of space to establish their cyber-warfare suites, and run astronomic-intelligence scans on any sizeable fleets or hyperspace signatures entering or leaving the system of Pyria. In a feat towards that of ingenuity and discreet mass-mobilization, the admiral had ordered his insubordinate officers equip their vessels with stealth-jamming technology; a powerful fleet was on stand-by, and unbeknownst to anyone that dared threaten the integrity of an Imperial operation. The Imperial fleet had the operation on full surveillance, and with complete discretion.

Jotham had been concurrently enjoying his new position as a Rear Admiral. It's title, rank, and insignia commanded respect, a keen sense of dignity. He was proud of himself; he'd achieved something more than being the underling of a king or queen on the planet of Naboo; he was now an easily-distinguishable man through his own merit and ambition. He admired himself in a way, but not to a narcissistic extent. His arms were folded together, as he stood there, staring out to the great darkness of space at the nondescript stars in the far, far distance.

“Sir- all units are in position and ready in the event of ‘Case Red’.”

It was a voice that called from behind him that broke him out of his usual brooding. Jotham stood overbearingly over the rest of the bridge upon the captain’s platform; he did not bother turning around. He easily recognized the voice of the commodore he’d designated as his second in-command and command liaison.

“And, I've expected nothing less.”, the Rear Admiral spoke in a hiss, pausing for but a moment’s notice after speaking. Noktis turned around; he had his hands clasped together below his waistline with the elegant grace of a gentleman. He looked the Commodore in the eye; “You’ve proven yourself to be a useful asset thus far, Commodore.”, he casually paused for a moment again; his demeanor was as cold and calm as ice itself. “Now - if you so choose to continue this behavior, I will perhaps consider putting in, 'the good word', for a man such as yourself; a recommendation.”

The Rear Admiral stepped closer to the Commodore; he calmly raised his hand, and firmly grabbed the side of the neck of the Commodore to get his immediate attention. His eyes were like that of the needles of darts, as ocean-blue eyes of the Rear-Admiral met with the pupils of the commodore; he spoke softly; “Do not fail me.”

With an eerie silence between the two, the Rear Admiral slowly turn't left face from the Commodore, and made his way down the set of steps to attend business elsewhere. His armorweave cloak elegantly dragged itself against the metal floor beneath as he walked out of the bridge, as the Commodore was rudely left to his own vices following the encounter.

 

[Adron Malvern]

How long do we have?

​Surely no longer than an hour, and that was being damned generous.

​It makes no difference, if we do not clear this ship in under an hour the Alliance will bring a unit to investigate.

A soft hiss flowed through Adron's Sentinel class transport ship as it docked on the fractured surface of the Lusankya. Standing near the cockpit, he watched as his Novatrooper escort sat in silence, awaiting orders from their Moff. Their black armor nearly blending into the shadowy interior of their craft. They had been outfitted with a series of EV suits to allow them to traverse the unforgiving terrain of outer space.

As Adron clasped his helmet onto his own suit, he watched a small yellow light illuminate above the salvage party.

The High Moff tapped a rather large gauntlet on his wrist, the device allowed him to link into the Nova Squad's HUD and better interact with them. "Prepare to offload." His balanced, yet commanding voice ordered over the comm.

The Trooper's stood up, standing in single file as the rear door began to let out a song of mechanical clicks and mechanized hisses.

As the off-loading ramp was set onto the hull of the Lusankya, Adron gestured out of the shuttle. "Let's move."

The Novatrooper's trained their weapons on the exit as they filed out, systematically clearing the landing zone before signaling an all clear to the High Moff. Stepping out of the shuttle, Adron's crystal blue eyes befell the wreckage of the ship, they were narrowed as he let out a soft exhale. "I sense something....off about this place."

[member="Varik Ice"] [member="Koda Fett"]

 

[Anya Malvern]

[member="Travis Caalgen"] [member="Vilhelm Balfour"] [member="Soliael Devin Talith"] [member="Varik Ice"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Koda Fett"] [member="Jotham Noktis"] [member="Adron Malvern"]

remember the objective, salvage the marked ship and let's get out of this place before the alliance decides to sticks it's nose here

She said to her her crew of engineers and stormtroopers, 7 people counting herself, all ready to get this underway then back home befire anything went down. The door opened with her leading as she was shot out then regained herself as she moved forward towards that broken ship floating among the asteroids. Last time she was in space she fought a cat....she shook as she pushed those thoughts away and flipped so her shoes made contact with the metal

The rest followed as she started towards a maintenance door, she reached as she inspected it and found it unable to open, no matter a lightsaber was for best multitool one could have. She impaled the metal and cut a hole big enough to enter as she went in first and turned on her lights as she let a breath out

spread out, find any consoles use your power cell to get it going find any information and get out

She was given a yes ma'am as she moved forward slowly looking around the place carefully to avoid any potential dangers

 

[Subject 37]

Borleias - Space, Outer Reaches

Valerie stared into the cold black of space, her expression about as lively as a brick.

The loud scream of the TIE as it soared through space was something she found rather comforting, though she couldn't imagine that many in the galaxy felt the same way. Her fingers drummed on the edge of the console, her eyes flicking across half a dozen screens even as her HUD reported that everything was all clear. The young Lieutenant couldn't help but feel something crawling at the back of her neck, a feeling that things were about to go...wrong.

She couldn't exactly pin-point why that feeling was there, but it was. "Dead ahead."

Her voice was short and terse over the comm. There was no time for her usual jokes and banter, not now. They were effectively trespassing in Galactic Alliance space, and that made her nervous. Sure Borleias wasn't exactly the most inhabited planet, but it wasn't empty. If anyone down on that planet noticed them they could have a GA fleet landing on their head in just a few short moments. Anaxes wasn't far from here, and Coruscant not too much of a stretch either.

Her fingers drummed against her controls.

"No risks." A breath left her. "No stupid moves for glory."

It was the least she could ask. Venom had only recently been formed under her control and if they karked up this op? Well she couldn't imagine things would go very well. On a good day Venom liked to joke around, on a bad? Well they didn't exactly stick together. She frowned, shaking her head as the small group of TIE's quickly approached the Derelict craft.

 

[Vilhelm Balfour]

"Still clear Captain?" Balfour asked Captain Keras. It had been fifteen minutes since the last status report. Things were boring thusfar, which hopefully meant an effective operation.

"Sensors do not indicate any trouble sir, but we would get quicker readings if he were closer to the system." Keras replied. Balfour's forces were in the Carratos system for largely diplomatic reasons. While the Tempus Star Frigate was technically a design on the market the designs of Balfour's ships were almost exclusively used by the Galactic Empire's navy. Getting too close would compromise the mission, so close enough for a quick jump would have to do.

"We will rely on the survival abilities of the scouts. Venom Squad is there for immediate cover, and we will jump if necessary." Balfour replied.

"I am aware of their reinforcements sir, but Venom Squadron is newly formed. I fear they'll betray your confidence in them." The captain said, and Balfour let out a small grin. The captain had enough courage to voice his opinion, but with enough tact to do so diplomatically.

"Perhaps, but they have too much to prove on this mission to fold. They'll fight to their capability, and not an ounce less." Balfour replied, and the Captain nodded and conceeded the point. "Captain, do we have a copy of the transmission sent to the salvagers?"

"Yes sir Moff Balfour. Do you wish to see it?" Captain Keras responded.

"That won't be necessary. Have the holo copied in triplicate. I want one copy for myself, one for you, and one to be held by your communications officer. Allow me to inspect my copy when it is ready." Balfour ordered, and the Captain gave him a curt nod before carrying out the orders. It never hurt to have extra information.

 

[Graf's Archive Account]

CT-7166 - Army Maj. Norwan Fleming
Equipment: X-72 Blaster Rifle | Zero-G Assault Stormtrooper Armor

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Journal of the 501st - Borleias: Gravity​

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When the orders finally came for much of the Five-Oh-First to be shipped away to some backwater colony by Director Caalgen, our anger at not being on the front lines of the War, crushing Jedi skulls, morphed into relief. While we were too busy fighting to restore the Empire's grasp on the galaxy, we didn't realize the toll that had been taken on us. Half of my company I don't even recognize anymore; battle-hardened brothers replaced with shinies...​

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The system's sun reflected off of the clone's visor for a split second as one of the other airlocks on the frigate opened, his head snapping towards the direction of about a dozen different people getting jettisoned out into space. Apparently, the intelligence colonel had found it funny to not tell the others that they could've vented the atmosphere of the airlock and avoid decompression entirely.

Major Fleming waved forward, prompting around seventy-two stormtroopers to activate their thrust packs and follow him as he made headway towards the debris of the Lusankya.

"Keep tight in the formation, troopers. None of us are scraping your remains off of a meteorite." He said over the comms, getting a few light-hearted chuckles in return. They arrived at the massive debris field, the group splitting in half by platoon and sizing up the chunks of blasted durasteel that had been stewing in orbit of the planet for centuries.

"Look at that piece over there, seems to be relatively intact. Platoon Aurek beginning search-and-seizure protocol." Norwan ordered, using the mouth controls of his helmet to magnetize his boots onto the hull.

To his side was a transparisteel viewport which he could see one of the ship's corridors through, a segment of a maze covered in starlight. The clone reached into his utility belt and raised a plasma torch, activating it and cutting through the glass until he created a hole large enough to climb through.

While the melted slab drifted off into the void, he and several other stormtroopers entered one at a time into the ship, switching on their helmet lights as they began to search for their mission objective: computer consoles that they could raid for information.

[member="Vilhelm Balfour"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Jotham Noktis"] | [member="Anya Malvern"] | [member="Valerie Rein"] | [member="Soliael Devin Talith"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond and Inferno One drifted listlessly through the void of space, occasionally banking or rolling to avoid the debris Borleias. The mission had gone rather smoothly thus far and it seemed the Empire’s paranoia had been unjustly warranted. Desmond eyed the vacuum of space boredly as he tilted the yoke to avoid another metal slab of derelict ship. There wasn't another ship in sight. Borleias was just as dead as the ships around it’s orbit. Desmond patted his helmet in boredom. He couldn't wait to be out of this mess. The squadron of TIE/ad’s banked round to remain close to the mothership, which was hidden amongst the wreckage.

He stared out at the endless expanse of stars in wonderment and smiled. Despite his boredom he always enjoyed flying. There was always something new to discover and not even spice could match the high he received whilst he soared through the expanse of open skies.

“Inferno One remain in formation Kresh,” Desmond reminded his squad as he keyed his comms.
They were all aces and Desmond doubly so. He had been granted the title of Baron by the Grand Moff himself for his efforts and his enemies had also noticed the label. Dubbing him the Blue Baron or Blue Devil. He smirked beneath his helmet as he thought of this. He and squad usually flew bombers as of late, but this assignment called for fighters rather than bombers. Which was fine with the Chiss. It had been some time since he had flown a fighter, but he still felt right at home behind the stick. Inferno One made another sweep of the surrounding sector and still found no sign of any sort of merchant ship, cargo vessel, or other craft that might have interfered with the Imperials effort.

It seemed the operation would go off without a hitch. Desmond couldn't wait to get home and enjoy a glass of whiskey. He found rewarding himself with a drink after an op always refreshing. Not that the special agent ever needed an excuse to drink. He paused momentarily and wondered how his counterparts were handling things. Venom squadron. He had never heard of them before this op, but he knew if they were assigned to such a top secret mission they must be worth their salt. He shrugged a little and continued drifting, scanning the immediate area for any sort of signature that might have been an actual operational ship.

 

[Varik Ice]

Varik Ice​

Equipment: Lightsaber - EV Suit​

Location: Near Borleias​

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Varik's eyes slowly traced the destroyed innards of the Lusankya as he walked through the destroyed aft, the mounted light on his EV Suit guiding his way through it. Various bodies lined the corridors, in Imperial uniforms of centuries past and even Stormtrooper armour that seemed to be still inhabited by the skeletons who had been burnt to death within the suits designed to protect them. A twinge of sympathy and pity ran through Varik's system, but he knew he couldn't focus on that right now. He had a mission, and these men and women were long dead; they didn't need his pity now.

Finding a room with the door already wedged open, Varik ventured inside, finding exactly what he'd been looking for. It wasn't the Engineering or Shuttle Bay, but a small administrative room just off from them - filled with terminals and desks, it would no doubt have all sorts of manifests and schematics the Empire might find useful. Bodies were scattered around, husks of people who had once worked there, with some still sitting in their chairs and one body who still had his hat left on his head despite where it should have been, if it was even his before he died.

Moving the corpse aside along with the chair it sat in, Varik retrieved a power cell, and managed to get the old terminal up and running again. Faint orange light illuminated the opaque visor of the EV Suit as he had to type as carefully as he could; the gloves on the suit made his fingers seem unusually thick and large, without the usual precision and grace expected from an Imperial officer in standard uniform, who would be the ones usually working on terminals like these. Finally getting to what he wanted, he found it - some kind of schematic files, along with long lists of manifests and technical issues that craft had been suffering on the ship and how to fix them, along with issues and hiccups of the Lusankya itself.

Accessing the files, Varik began downloading all the data that he could, collating all of it onto a high-storage datastick, or at least one of the ones he was carrying with him to make sure he could record and take with him as much information as possible. Eventually deciding he had all he needed, Ice turned to leave. Glancing at the body in the chair, he moved over and gently moved the chair and its occupant back to the position he found them in. Finally, he turned and left the room, searching for something else that could be useful.

[member="Travis Caalgen"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

"Three.....two.....one." ​An explosion, muffled by the vacuum of space, sounded out in the interior of the ship. Smoke was quickly drank into the stars by the vicious vacuum, giving Adron and his men a clear path to enter through the ship's hull.

​"Well done Sergeant." The High Moff remarked, taking notice of the excellent demolitions work that his Novatrooper's had done. As Adron and his men began to move down the halls he exhaled softly, reaching out with the Force. He could feel the imprint of death along this ship, how so many had died in such a short time. It was almost distracting how eerie a feeling he got from the ghost ship.

​The darkened halls did nothing for Adron's nerves, yet the combinations of lights that erupted from his team's EV suits helped a bit. It was not long until they reached the Officer's deck. With any luck they would be able the information that would make this mission worth the time.

​Adron was hoping the ship's security measures would have not activated during it's destruction, yet the sealed blast door before them showed that to be a false hope. The Novatrooper Sergeant stepped forward, placing a hand over the blast doors. "I'd need something a bit more heavy duty to get through this, sir." He said, his voice sounded a bit frustrated as he spoke. Pulling his lightsaber from the belt of his EV suit he ran his thumb over the activation pad, igniting the silver lightsaber and bringing illumination to the area around them.

​"I'll take care of it." Adron said, leveling his blade out so he could prepare to cut through the blast door.

​"In the meantime get me in contact with Major C'artyom." He ordered the sergeant. As Adron's blade slid into the blast door he exhaled, there was a bit more resistance than he had anticipated, yet it would not stop his lightsaber. Moments later the Nova Sergeant returned, holding a holoemitter in his hands. "I'm patching you through now, sir." Tapping the side of the emitter, Adron retracted his blade from the door before turning to the device. "Major C'artyom, are you there? What is our status?" He spoke over the holodevice, waiting for the Chiss to come into sight.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond rolled listlessly through the void of space when a transmission came in.

“Inferno One, we have found the Lusankya. You are to begin scanning ship debris and transmitting the data back to us,” An imperial sounding voice spoke to him.

Desmond nodded. Since the coast had been cleared for some hours it appeared command was getting ballsy. If the patrols were to begin using their scanners someone might pick up the pings, but Desmond supposed the required data was almost complete and that now command simply wished to get the hell out of here. Desmond keyed his comms and spoke briefly with the rest of his men.

“You heard the man boys, begin scanning even for the brokenships now…” Desmond said mirthlessly.

It was a thankless job, but someone had to do it. Desmond and co began a relentless barrage of scans of all types. The sonar waves bounced of the debris and relayed the data back to the mothership. A few minutes after Desmond had begun scanning he received another call. This time it was on the holo. Desmond sighed. He was probably going to get reamed for using scan waves by someone higher up in command.

He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding when he saw it was merely High Moff Adron. The Moff’s blue silhouetted form illuminated the cockpit and Desmond smiled at the man, all though the man would not know it as Desmond’s head was covered by his helmet.

“Greetings Moff Malvern. All is clear and we have begun scanning the immediate area,” Desmond said lackadaisicaly.

[member="Adron Malvern"]

 

[Adron Malvern]

Realizing the door would need a bit more work done, Adron took the Holoemitter into his hands his hands. His thumb would caress the activation pad of his lightsaber once again, causing the silver blade to recede back into the emitter. "Excellent work Major." He said, watching as the Novatrooper's moved in place, hoping to pry the door open.

​"We are working on gaining access to the-" The young Moff watched as one of the Novatrooper's produced a thermal detonator, wedging it into the crevice that Adron had created with his lightsaber. As the High Moff began to gradually back up he continued speaking to the Chiss officer. "....to the Officer's deck. Hopefully we can find just what we're looking for in-" The thermal detonator was remotely triggered as the Novatrooper's made their own escape from the explosion. The large bang forced the blast door's open, causing one of them to bend rather awkwardly.

​With a soft exhale Adron turned to the Stormtrooper Sergeant, arching a brow. "What the hell was that?" He asked, rhetorically.

​"Improvising, sir." The man responded. Shaking his head Adron looked down to the Holoemitter. "High Moff Malvern, out." He said, before terminating the connection between the two of them.

​"Sergeant, have your men spread out and collect any and everything of use." He ordered the man.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Borleias
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Assist with investigation of the Lusankya

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Even the hands made for combat and causing terror had to lift its weight from time to time.

Pestilence had been called as additional support during the investigation of a wreckage from a battle long since forgotten to most. The Lusankya, an Executor-Class vessel that the sheer size of the ship alone would cause terror wherever it went. Having been suited up with EVA equipment and sent out into the depths of space to board the vessel and begin their investigations, the Death Troopers would find themselves aboard the titan of a ship. Each of the 13 troopers was equipped with a power cell, as per the instructions of Director Caalgen. Perhaps not the most prestigious of tasks, nor the most dangerous, the sheer size of the operation and digging through relics of a long lost glory was a prestigious task in the eyes of Pestilence. Any information that they could obtain and return to the analysts for inspection was a relic within itself, a piece of history left to float and fade away in the depths of space.

Finding themselves in the armory deck, it being sizable thanks to the sheer scale of the ship, Pestilence spent a majority of the time powering up stations, retrieving munitions and armaments for any possible chance to repair and utilize the additional stock. Heavy weapons all the way down to the standard issue, Pestilence marked and grabbed everything they could to bring back as well as any information they could find on the terminals, after restoring power. Things were strangely... Peaceful. With no rebels to stamp out, no battlefield to fight upon, simply drifting around in a wreckage in space collecting anything that could be utilized by the Empire. it gave time to reflect.

Though there was no such thing with the Death Troopers, working tirelessly to acquire assets, their mental reconfiguration to solely reflect off Imperial doctrine prevented such things. With the faint green lights of their helmets and the flashlights that illuminated the darkness of the vessel, the black-clad Death Troopers continued their silent jobs.

 

[Kyle Raymus]

Equipment: Exo-Vehicular Mobility Armour, The Endeavour, SD-61S Blaster Rifle, DL-44 blaster pistol, 3x power cells per person, 5 data spikes.


The Lusankya. It was once a glorious warship. Far greater than those around now. 19,000 metres of pure destructive power. Devastating armor. Nearly impenetrable shields. That is what made up the ancient Imperial Executor class Super Star Destroyer. Many wanted it's secrets, for those who could recreate such a ship would become practically unstoppable. Especially if there was more than one. That is why Kyle was here. He needed these secrets. He would secure them, and then burn the rest. Take everything. Leave nothing. That was the way it had to be.

Even if his shipyards didn't even have the technology to build half of the gigantic beast, he could still keep the secrets until they had enough manufacturing power. Or he could just sell the plans for billions of credits to the highest bidder. As long as it wasn't the Sith. They could not be trusted with such power. Nor could the First Order. No, he would go to any lengths to stop it. If any of the empires attained this level of power, all would be over. That is why he had to secure the plans. At all costs. Lest the galaxy would have to pay a lot more in Lives. Innocent lives.

The Ardan-class heavy frigate that was dropping off the small crew made up of 4 Wolfguards, Kyle Raymus and Cpt. Bader, second in command of Talon Squadron slipped into the system. The time had come. Each of the men was clad in Exo-vehicular Mobility armour, which had a built in jetpack and maneuvering thrusters, plus an extended oxygen supply, allowing for activity outside of a space craft for prolonged periods of time. Magnetic boots and armorweave were also included in the suits, to aid in combat. The men stood in front of the small hatch in the starboard side of the frigate.

5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Launch!

The hatch opened, and instantly all 6 warriors were pulled outside into the void of space. They plummeted towards the massive metal hulk at speeds far exceeding that of the Ardan's ion engines. They zipped between the debris as they approached the devastated skeleton of the warship. They would soon reach the hulk, and then the information extraction process would begin. For now, they had to reach the ship in one piece.

OOC: You could see the ion thrusters on the jetpacks emmiting decent amounts of light if you wish to RP as doing so, so it's your choice. Though imho it's better to keep first encounters onboard the Lusankya, for interest's sake.

[member="Travis Caalgen"] | [member="Desmond C'artyom"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Varik Ice"]

 

[Travis Caalgen]

Caalgen smirked as reports came in from the salvage teams aboard the Lusankya. To his surprise, troves of information were being extracted from the ancient computer consoles. Much of it might just be corrupted data or ship logs, but what the director was after were the special schematics that massive command ships such as this usually carried.

"Excellent work so far, we'll keep them in there until we have a definitive look at the entire database." He informed, crossing his uniformed arms over each other. Travis was about to look away from the bridge's viewports until a console in front of him sounded loudly.

He pressed down on a switch, and to his horror, the display told him that an unknown frigate had arrived at the debris field and began deploying teams itself. "Open a channel to our agents, tell them we have company." He hissed. An ensign rushed to his station and fiddled around with the controls, "Sir, we can't! The field is blocking our signal."

"Beam a transmission to our reinforcements about this development, then rig the frigate for silent running and move us closer to the field, if they don't know of our presence then our forces can surprise them in the ship. See if we can't get the jump on them ourselves." Caalgen ordered in a hushed tone, darkness falling over him and the bridge occupants as non-critical systems were deactivated.

While the communications systems of the frigate were ineffective, it did not keep the colonel from twisting one of his cufflinks, sending an encrypted signal to [member="Desmond C'artyom"]. It was only programmed to transmit one word:

Danger.

[member="Adron Malvern"] | [member="Kyle Raymus"] | [member="DT-2417"] | [member="Varik Ice"] | [member="Koda Fett"] | [member="Vilhelm Balfour"] | [member="Valerie Rein"]​