Private If You Knew You Were Going To Die....

[Aerith Krayt]

Mission: Seek and Destroy Sith Lab
Location: Fringe Space
Gear: In Bio
Theme

She was alone, again. It was perhaps better this way, and Aerith couldn't deny that. She lived as a weapon for over half her life, and hell, now she was learning about all these blank spots that she couldn't recall. This would be her grand finale, a conclusion to all the questions that set at the back of her mind. Closure, that she had since given up on acquiring, All of her friends had moved on, and the last possible connection she thought might hold significance to her loss had finally found solace in another. It was a perfect time for a mission like this. A perfect conclusion to her little story. All alone in the dark, just like it's always been.

She smiled at the thought. She had defied death time and time again, and now here she was racing towards it. She could see the numbers ticking down in her minds eye, linked into her own ship had it's benefits after all, but she was more focused on the obstruction that was looming before her. She had no idea what she was racing towards, other than it held answers that she desperately wanted.

Come hell or high-water, she'd get what she came for.

"Computer, start recording."
She felt a twinge at the back of her mind, as the recording switch on. It was now or never, and given the rough math she was doing on the left side of her brain, she had about five minutes until it was good time.
"Hey, Shai, bad timing I know. Think of this as a going on vacation message. I wanted to ask you to come along on this little suicide mission of mine bu-" She stopped. What in the hell was she thinking, sending out a message like she was going to be coming back? Nonsense. Pure and simple. Shai needed her happy ending. Last thing she needed was her dumb-ass cyborg friend mucking it up. "Computer, scrub that message. Initiate landing protocols, send off the docking code sequence."
Aerith pulled her left arm free, her mind disconnecting from the ships mainframe, and having to fight through the wave of dizziness that overtook her. It only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough to halt her in her tracks. Opening her eyes, a few loose ones and zeros flashed in her eyes, but it was easy enough to ignore.

It only took three minutes to get suited up and prepped, and by the time the Dragon's Pearl was engaged by the tractor beam, Aerith was already by the landing ramp ready to go. She felt the shudder of her ship as it touched down, and the voice of the ship sounded through the hull.
'Seven hostile entities detected. How would you like to proceed?'
"Deploy deck sweeper, drop the ramp. No need to be subtle."
Far as she was aware, this was a one way mission. No need to make it any more complicated than it need be.​

 

[Corala Gethsverg]

Mission: Reveal the Plan
Location: Instillation 001
Gear: In Bio
Tags: Akulak Aerith Krayt

Theme
It was a day she had been looking forward to for a long time. One that had been delayed for far too long. Sith, Jedi, Mandalorians, it was madhouse out there. No vision, no shape. Just mindless war, sabers rattling, Beskar bashing nonsense. All of it. They just didn't see the big picture. Idiots, all of them. Taking in a long drag of her cigar, Corala watched the indicators on her monitors flash, and watched the feeds trickle in. "So, that's the ship you came in on? Cute. Very cute, Aerith." She sighed, crossing her legs as the station security moved to engage, seven men, moderately armored to keep the lab experiments in hand, never intended to fight the finished product. "Come on baby girl, show me what you can do." She flicked the ashes off the end of her cigar, and drew in another toke. With a wave of her hand, feed of Coruscant's Sith engagement flared up on the holographic view screen to her right, feeds of Mandalore from years past on her left, and the live feed merging into the center.

A decade of work had gone into this project, and Corala would be damned to see it come to an end now. She sat upright just a bit more, her cybernetic eye now focused on the cameras recording the engagement in the hanger, her biological eye taking in the performances of Aerith's past playing out before her. "Played like a god damn f'nonc, but you were always out of key. Until now." Cigar in hand, Corala watched the havoc unfold before her, and hoped to the force that all her work still meant something.​

 

[Aerith Krayt]

Mission: Seek and Destroy Sith Lab
Location: Fringe Space
Gear: In Bio
Theme
The door dropped down, and Aerith hit the deck of the hanger a split second later. Arm raised, she eyed her first two targets. Two goons armed with blaster rifles, light armor, and not a prayer in hell to stop her from what she was going to do to them. The deck sweeper of the Dragon Pearl opened up, and Aerith joined in the symphony of fire, as her MEC cut through the first two men before they brought their rifles to bare. She rushed forward, the hanger erupting into a fire fight, as the remaining five men diverted their fire. Three fired uselessly against the ship's small repeating blaster turrets, two opening up on Aerith. Neither did a damn thing.

The cyborg rushed forward, weapon arm raised, and another torrent of high speed rounds punctured through them, with the Dragon Pearl eliminating that which was left standing. Seven men dead, and the timer on her helmet hadn't yet reached the minute and a half mark. Least she was making good time. Alarm klaxons sounded, and Aerith rushed forward, moving to the blast door of the hanger. Internal security was trying to lock her in, as shields deployed over the doorway, trying to block her progress.

It succeeded on that front, as Aerith came to a halt five feet from the shielded door, but she'd be damned if some fething security system would slow her down. Opening up the comms to the Dragon's Pearl, Aerith took four steps back and highlighted the door on her HUD. Locking in her Maglocks in her boots, she gave the command. "Deploy Concussion Missiles, danger close." She gritted her teeth braced. She powered up the shields of her suit and maxed them out, as the ship did as she commanded, and the hanger bay was filled with a bright and violent flash.​

 

[Corala Gethsverg]

Mission: Reveal the Plan
Location: Instillation 001
Gear: In Bio
Theme
Corala watched as the Mandalorian wasted the reception party, and nodded in slow appreciation. It lacked the finesse she desired, but this was acceptable. Aerith's new suit had never been part of the plan, but it was a tool that could come in handy down the road. Lord knew she was always in need of more tools. With a press of a button, she locked the hanger down, right as Aerith finished off the last guard. She couldn't make it too easy for the woman after all, that would be demeaning after all. She needed to see just how far she could push the cyborg before it caved.

To her surprise, Aerith halted for only a moment, before finding a solution to the obstacle. Using ship based weapons in an enclosed environment? Risky behavior, but she gave points for creativity. Unfortunately, that damage would take a bite out of her funds, but that was a future problem to be handled. Aerith was about to space a good ten percent of the facility with this little temper tantrum, but it had to be done. This part of the operation was coming to a close anyways. The live feed Corala was observing was overtaken by a bright flash, and the entire station shuddered under the blast of the missiles. Several alarms flared, as did the holoscreens in her office, and Corala shook her head as the systems reports began to flood the vision of her cybernetic eye. This whole thing had better pay off. "Akulak, you better be ready. She'll be coming to see you shortly."​

 

[Aerith Krayt]

Mission: Seek and Destroy Sith Lab
Location: Fringe Space
Gear: In Bio
Theme
The ensuing explosion knocked Aerith clean off her feet. It took several moments for her to regain her vision, and it gave way to a disturbing sight. Adrift in space, she could see the damage she had done to the station. The hanger bay had been blown open, as well as several other rooms of the facility. Several dead bodies loomed between her and the gapping maw of the station, a distance of seven meters if Aerith's HUD was to believed. She could make out the faint shimmer of a protective shield that was keeping the remaining atmosphere within the station forming within the facility, which meant it still had power. The Dragon Pearl was a drift, it's hull flickering and badly damaged, the entire front plating had been scorched to hell. The front viewscreen was nonexistent, but Aerith could feel the ship's computer was still operating. She could still send a message out if she needed to, assuming this station didn't have some means to jam her.

Still, she was stuck with the problem of being adrift from the station, but fortunately she had a solution. A quick diagnostic showed her armor was still functional, and with little delay she cycled to her concussion rifle. Using her jetpack, she made a few micro adjustments, spinning herself until she was aimed at the station, then cycled her rifle to it's single fire setting. Aiming the weapon between her legs, she wrapped her legs around her firing arm, and discharged it. The concussive force knocked her forward a solid two meters, and so, she repeated the process again, and again, leaping her way closer to the gaping maw of the station, until she could touch down on a molten piece of deck plating that had once been the hanger bay. Turning her Mag boots back on, she moved forward, gun arm raised as she reached the shield. To her surprise, the door opened up the moment she reached for it, revealing a large set lab within.

The room held a half dozen glass tanks, each housing a human body, floating in an unknown substance. The lighting of the room flickered, perhaps a result of her destruction, but aside from a few devices laid about the ground, it seemed relatively intact.

Her focus immeditaly went to the lone figure that stood at the end of the room, seemingly blocking the door that lead out of this little science lab. Raising her weapon at the figure, Aerith stepped in, and the door slammed shut behind her.

There was no going back now.​

 

[Akulak]

Mission: Adapt to the Situation and Overcome
Location: The Nest
Gear: Unnecessary

In the more mundane life he had lead, Akulak was an entity that had believed in the lesser arts of 'morality' and 'ethics'. It had taken evolution for him to see that his methods of thinking were in fact flawed, and from that, it had given him the new mindset that he now held. Yes, evolution was key to ones own development, and as a creature of science, there was a time when morality and ethics had to be recognized for what they were; obsolete. His children of flesh and blood had been reduced to less than ashes by predators that lurked not in the wilds of the most hostile worlds, but entities of greed who festered like tumors off of this being that lesser creatures knew as a 'society'. It was why he existed with his nest, here, at the edge of space he could cultivate his children for the next step of evolution, with as little bickering with his colleagues as possible. It hadn't come without a cost of course. The one known as Lirka Ka had nearly killed him, but the collapse of the Empire had been rather fruitful on that account; sadly, he lost the child he desired to imprint upon in the process. He had such great things in mind for Little Blade, Cyndane , but like so many creations he had failed at, it was best left discarded.

His final work, he stood before, products of flesh and metal, though he detested it greatly, would soon bear fruit. Sith alchemy had always been the key to his final adaptions, but it required the tempering of one before it could be perfected. When the 'Broken One' had found him, he had initally thought she was a fool for what she desired, but her means were the key to ensure his greatest work would live on. It was today that he would witness that creation, and perhaps, he could be satisfied with his work. The shuddering of the station didn't startle him, rather, he stood there in his lab, awaiting the arrival of the 'Seedling', and no sooner was she before him, than he began to move to look upon her. Encased in steel, he snarled, waving his clawed appendages away from her form. "Wrapped in steel, synthetic blood in your veins? You have unmade yourself my Seedling, you must begin again." He halted several feet from her, seeing the weapon she aimed at him hadn't dropped. His head tilted to the side, his third eye opening from the cover of his golden mask. "Have you not yet found the truth, Seedling? Do your machines not comfort you with their lies any longer?" Waiting for an answer, Akulak stood waiting, wanting to see what the Seedling would do next.

A small glance in the tanks would reveal something horrific to Aerith as well, as housed in each of the tanks, were woman who looked nearly identical to herself.​