Public Money for Nothing ~ Pirate Raid on Mahporeem

[Karkosuchus]

"Come on, half print.. pick up the pace." Karkosuchus didn't hide his irritation at the prospect of working with Hanna the small Qilin mercenary tagging along behind him. He preferred to hunt alone, and pint-sized contract guns usually just got in his way. But the Mahporeem credits were easy, and he wasn't one to complain about a payout.

The station's air was a thick, stagnant soup of rusted metal, rotting organic refuse from the processing bays, and old engine grease. The sheer variety of stench made it impossible for his reptilian snout to lock onto a specific target in the dark. That was until a massive wall of firepower erupted down the hallway from Saram Kote squadron and from Drego Ruus .

The invaders thought they were being clever with their fancy stealth gear, but unleashing a small army's worth of ordinance completely gave their position away. Even if his eyes couldn't spot them through the cloaking tech, the lack of noticeable flashes and the violent displacement of air narrowed down his search to one exact location.

They could hide from his sight for a while, but they couldn't hide from his nose once they got careless and loud. Suddenly, a barrage of depleted baradium sabots and shotgun rounds pounded directly against his personal force field the explosive force rocking the narrow corridor, causing its power supply to dim to an uncomfortable 50%.

A split-second later, a glop grenade slammed into the invisible barrier right in front of his face, the specialized foam instantly hardening against the shield. Karkosuchus didn't mind the visual obstruction at all, if anything, the solidified gunk provided a nice, extra layer of hardened armor against whatever else they were trying to throw at him. He let out a rumbling chuckle that vibrated through the bulkheads.

With his heavy weapon clutched firmly within one massive claw, he unleashed the Heavy ACP Repeater down the corridor, flooding the entire hallway with a continuous, blinding stream of automatic plasma fire. Simultaneously, his other claw raised his Kob sonic blaster, squeezing the trigger to send tearing waves of sonic energy directly toward the direction where he had last smelled them. He didn't give a damn about wasting ammunition; the Remnant was footin' the bill, and he had plenty of ammo to spare.

 

[Kaine Hamilton]

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M O N E Y_F O R_N O T H I N G
Objective I - Orbital Debris

FINAL DAWN
CHOLGANNA, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

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Kaine Hamilton walked through the gray halls of the Imperial Center for Military Operations as he made his way towards the closest available hangar, where a gunship awaited him. Mahporeem was under attack by a group of Pirates, most likely operating on behalf of the Wild Space Rebellion or even in conjunction with the Rebels, with their target being the newly completed Salvage Yard built by the Mahporeem Imperial Remnant. Already, the Imperial Admiral had his orders from the Supreme Commander. He was to take his fleet to Mahporeem and reinforce its defenders against the attacking pirate/rebel force.

Soon enough, the Admiral would make his way into the hangar and climb his designated Gunship, which quickly departed from the hangars of the Imperial Fortress and quickly made its way into orbit, pushing through Cholganna's atmosphere and flying past the huge Imperial Fleet gathered near the massive orbital ring-shaped shipyards that encircled the planet. Eventually, the Gunship would approach the group of Imperial Warships that were a part of Hamilton's command, which had already separated itself from the main Imperial force and positioned itself at the edge of Cholganna's gravity well.

Once Hamilton's Gunship made landfall on board his flagship, he quickly made his way onto its bridge. Upon entering it, he was greeted by the bridge crew, who all saluted him quickly before resuming their duties once he'd walked past them. Now standing right in front of the bridge's viewport, the Admiral finally gave the order. "Captain, signal the squadron to set a course for Mahporeem and make the jump into hyperspace," he instructed. The Captain of the Star Destroyer nodded and followed the Admiral's instructions, and before long, one by one, the warships of Hamilton's naval squadron jumped into hyperspace, slowly making their way towards Mahporeem.

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Tag | Zoro Igala | Ronhar Tane​

 

[R'ayne Asara]

money for nothing

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weapon ~ draconic scourge
outfit ~ attire
Allies ~ Mahporeem Imperial Remnant _ Hanna _ Karkosuchus _ Ronhar Tane
Enemies ~ Drego Ruus

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I listened in silence as the technicians spoke in further detail about the station's day-to-day operations, their voices blending with the distant groan of ancient bulkheads and the ceaseless hum of machinery that permeated the salvage station's rusted bones.

Then the lights above us began to flicker. Once. Twice. Then frantically. Shadows stretched and recoiled across the station's walls like starving specters clawing their way from some forgotten exile.

A heartbeat later, blaring klaxons shattered the air with mechanical screams. The lights died entirely for a single dreadful moment before returning in a sickly crimson glow that bathed the room in blood-red hues.

Every surface seemed transformed beneath that infernal illumination, as though the station had slipped into some nightmare dimension lurking just beyond reality.

One of the technicians slowly stepped away, pressing a trembling hand against his comlink as he listened to a rapid stream of transmissions. His face paled. He turned abruptly toward me and the other technician, alarm written plainly across his features.

Before he could utter a single word, I tilted my head slightly and spoke in intrigued tones. "I assume this is no drill. Curious. Who would wish to attack a salvage station?"

The other technician swallowed nervously. "We've had problems with roaming pirates in the sector before, my Lady, but they've never been so bold as to attack the station itself."

The technician holding the comlink lowered it slowly. "That was until today. Reports are coming in from across the station. Blackouts in several sectors. Multiple breaches to the west of our location."

I offered no response.

Instead, I turned and began walking toward the western corridors. Irritation coiled within me like a venomous serpent. These unforeseen interruptions had arrived at the worst possible moment.

The red emergency lights reflected from my black tattoos as I moved through the station's blood-colored gloom. Somewhere ahead, fools had mistaken chaos for opportunity.

In the mood I found myself in, someone was about to pay for that mistake most gravely.​

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