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Not as planned. Not as planned! [CIS Dominion of Siskeen Hex]

Atlas Kane

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Objectives:
Aboard the Courage:
Those who remained on board the Courage will have the following to face:
1. Regain control of the Bridge to attempt to save the Courage.
2. Restore power by securing the main reactor chamber.
3. Survive the many droids that have turned against the Confederacy.
4. Bring your own objective!

On the surface:
Those who have landed along with the diplomatic team and their security detail or are part of it will have to deal with:
1. Save the remaining council members from the droids that have gone berserk.
2. Help restore order on the streets of Siskeen's capital and help its citizens.
4. Track down the origin of the Libra Collective's broadcast.
5. Bring your own objective!

OOC Notes: Highly advanced droids and droid PCs are part of the few droids that remain unaffected by whatever has caused the other droids to turn on each other.


Siskeen. A planet that had once served as a military outpost for the Confederacy has since developed to be its own civilisation, built upon the ruins of old army bases. This inherent tie to the Confederacy meant good relations between its new incarnation and the people of Siskeen. Now it was time to bring the world back into the fold of the Confederacy's territory. Many citizens cheered, some were indifferent, one group, however, was strictly opposed. A radical group of scientists calling themselves the "Libra Collective" had opposed any relations with the Confederacy from the start, wishing for Siskeen to remain independent instead. They had attempted to talk the ruling council out of a meeting with the CIS, yet their warnings were ignored.

Today was determined to be the day of the meeting, and so the Confederacy sent a small diplomatic fleet to the Siskeen System, consisting of the Providence-Class Carrier Courage, an ancient relic from the times of the original Clone Wars, refurbished and brought up-to-date, chosen due to its symbolic nature, and two Munificent-Class Frigates, the Stalwart and the Apostate.



Siskeen, Orbit
Zero Hour

The Courage and its escort were still in orbit above Siskeen's capital, awaiting the conclusion of the diplomatic talks between the planetary council and the CIS ambassadors.

The atmosphere aboard the Courage was one of optimism, the living crew seemed thrilled about another addition to the Confederacy's growing list of member planets. There was no sign of any danger, scans of the star system were coming up negative, no inbound ships, no unexpected company, everything was running smoothly.

Blast shields dropped, the last glimpses of the outside were the two escort ships firing on one another. The main reactor shut down, auxiliary lighting kicked in. The sound of blaster fire echoed through the ship's corridors.

The intercom began transmitting sounds of blaster fire as well, but as quickly as they began, they ceased, replaced by the captain's panicked voice.

"Attention all crew, the main generators is offline. Engines are out, were crashing towards the surface. Our escorts have turned on each oth-" two shock waves rocked the Carrier. The captain resumed after a short pause, a more sombre tone in his voice. "They have both been destroyed ... someone has taken ov-"

It cuts out again. The sounds of battle within the corridors begin dying down as well, replaced by distant sounds of metal impacting metal. The dim, red emergency lights paint everything in their unique colour, an eerie silence descends throughout the ship. The droids turned on each other, the vast majority of surviving droids were hostile, stalking the corridors for any survivors, and worst of all, the Courage is crashing through the atmosphere, well on its way towards Siskeen's capital. It is up to the remaining crew to regain control of the vessel and save both the people of Siskeen and themselves.



Siskeen, Surface
Zero Hour

The talks with the council were progressing well. Siskeen would soon find its place as an equal amongst the Confederacy. Supreme Elder Caileta Isod was presenting her plans for the future of Siskeen and the Confederacy to the ambassadors within the Chambers of Wisdom, a grand hall that served its purpose as the meeting place for the ruling council.

Security was relaxed, between those sent by the Confederacy and the Siskeen's own droids, there was little to fear, both parties were on friendly terms after all.

A sudden blaster shot broke the calm atmosphere within the Chambers. Then another, and another. The droids had begun firing upon one another. Every monitor in the city was displaying the events within, the death of Supreme Elder Caileta Isod at the hands of one of her own security droids.

The couple dozen droids began an all out firefight, those belonging to the Confederacy included. The Chambers quickly turned into a battlefield. The event had turned into a disaster. The droids the Siskeen had depended on for so long had turned on them and those who had come with the Confederacy's delegation seemed of two minds as well, firing at all others regardless if they were friend or foe. It was utter Chaos.

Then the news broadcasts flickered, only for a new face to appear, one of the scientists.

"The Confederacy has taken over our droids! They do not like our demands and so they take what is ours by force! Rise against their tyranny and fight for freedom!"

The crowds were puzzled. Some turned against the CIS, others believed it was a ruse. Then more chaos ensued as the ancient droids the Siskeen had been using rebelled, turning against their masters, attacking anyone at will. Panic spread as police forces and militias alike attempted to combat this droid uprising. Nowhere was safe anymore. The few groups sent from the Confederacy found themselves attacked as well, some by the populace and their droids alike.


Now it's up to you to save the day.


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OBJECTIVE: 2
LOCATION: Hall of Wisdom


The ringing in his ears was the first thing he noticed. Bright red splotches dripped from his ears into the marble floor of the antechamber. Pushing himself to his knees Derek looked around as he flushed his body with the Force, leveling out his equilibrium from the blast. As his eyes focused he watched the droids open fire after the initial explosion that had rocked the council and the diplomats to the ground. The first to fall was the Supreme Leader Isod who stood defiantly with grace before falling beneath a barrage of blaster fire.

Rising to his feet his right hand pulled the 48. Enforcer from it's shoulder holster beneath the black suit jacket he wore and began to line up his shots. Eight rounds, eight shots, eight headless droids fell sparking to the ground. As the remaining dozen droids turned their weapons toward Derek it gave the remaining council members time to find cover. As blaster fire trailed along in his direction he dove behind one of the fallen columns that had been supporting the ceiling of the Hall of Wisdom.

Ejecting the clip he loaded a fresh magazine as half the droids began firing toward the council once more. Grimacing the dark haired Dib slid down to the opposite end of the pillar to pop up, firing two more rounds which resulted in another droid casualty and one merely winged.

He dropped down as another round of blaster fire ate into the column sending several shards of marble splinters embedding into the left side of his face and neck. Grunting as blood dropped from the minor wounds he shook his head lightly as the remaining eleven droids classified Derek as the greater threat all of them turned and began firing into the column while advancing laying down a near constant wave of fire power that ensured that the man had to stay under cover.

"Sithspit."
 
OBJECTIVE: 4
LOCATION: COMMERCIAL BARGE YARKORA, OVER SISKEEN

Xero had been to Siskeen on a business call, one of the local planet functionaries had wanted to negotiate upon a new contractual agreement for the construction of basic infrastructure projects on world. What they sorely needed was man/droid power to engineer and perform manual labor, there overhead costs not allowing them to deploy a large workforce. This is where Xero and the GLC came in. In agreement for exclusive rights to further labor-intensive projects on world, Xero would agree to provide the labor input required for these project at no expense to the company-the GLC being the source of the workers annual cashflow instead of the local agency. The GLC would also demand an upfront services fee and a cut of public shares. All of this going as planned, Xero was now in the process of overseeing the development of local works, specifically those projects focused on the construction of orbital starports.


It was at this time that all of a sudden, frantic grave reports from GLC labor teams started rushing with transmissions of a 'droid uprising' of sorts out in the yards, and that they were essentially besieged on their barges begging for support from anyone who take the call!!!

Xero new of local authorities and was aware of the newly arrived presence of Confederate Security forces...perhaps they could contain this threat! The loss of the staryards- home to now thousands of workers and civilians alike-were now under threat from hostile drones, many of them models from the Confederacy itself.

He had planned for such eventualities in the past, in his drones he had implanted a kill switch....but as for the Confederate droids, that was another story!

Xero: "Execute protocol #456-AH8, all Foremans, Execute protocol #456-AH8 this will shut-down all malfunctioning GLC labor units.....as for the C.I.S. drones.....I'm..I'm sorry, Try to stay in touch with your families, we believe help will be arriving soon. Stay calm." After signing off Xero slumped in his seat with a sigh, hands grasping his face, distraught.

Xero then promptly sent out further distress signals from his barge cabin, he and his staff sealed within for security purposes. To their front, a horrifying spectacle of destruction was being wrought by bloodthirsty droids...Xero's heart sank..he was powerless to stop them.
 
OBJECTIVE: 2
LOCATION: Hall of Wisdom

Crouched behind the column as the withering cascade of fire power chewed mercilessly at the marble barricade Derek lit upon a plan. It was a bit reckless and crazy, but if successful it would buy him a moment to go on the offensive. Turning his head he verified that the council was safely under cover, which they were. Pulling the last clip from his holster he palmed it lightly in his left hand as he gripped the Enforcer in his right.

With a grimace at the idiocy of his plan he gave a slight shrug and tossed the magazine into the air, a gentle arc that placed it generally above the approaching droids. Lining up his shot he fired twice, the first round connecting and setting off several rounds in the clip. As the deformed magazine spun in the air the second round activated a few more rounds.

The scattering shots took out three droids. During the barrage he kicked off from the column and slid across the floor, into sight of the remaining eight droids. The tracing blaster fire chewed along the floor tracking Derek as he slid across the Hall of Wisdom. But he was already firing. Four shots, four droids falling offline to the ground.

As he dropped the empty Enforcer pistol he scrambled to his feet in a lurch, his hand pulling the cylinder from the spot at the small of his back. Leaping into another dive he extended the bo staff and launched it into the midst of the droids. With hand extended he pulled on the force and released a wave of emerald lightning which hit the speared bo staff. The Electric Judgement connected the makeshift lightening rod and electrocuting the remaining droids.

Landing hard in the ground Derek rolled across the floor groaning for several moments. His left hip was seared where a blaster bolt creased across his body. Grunting he rose and moved with a slight limp to the fallen droids to pick up a blaster rifle and send a bolt into each of the fallen droid's heads. Grunting he quickly collected another rifle to swing over his shoulder and filled his pockets with spare power packs.

"Esteemed councilors, if you feel you can please arm yourselves. Otherwise follow me."

A few of the councilors picked up fallen blasters and the twelve began to form up around Derek. Pressing his hand to his hip he frowned again. The wounds would slow both his body and his reaction time, but he was still able bodied and had the Force on his side. He would be fine. Returning his bo staff to it's collapsed form and storing it away he looked over the ruling council.

"Yes, I am a diplomat as previously established before this attack. But I am also trained in warfare. I can and will get you to safety, but you must listen to me and do as I say without hesitation. Those of you who are elderly, the younger please assist."

Turning away he limped to the great doors and cracked one of them to look into the corridor. The scene outside mirrored the Hall of Wisdom from moments before. Droids were firing indiscriminately at people as if they were malfunctioning or hacked. Raising the communicator on his wrist to his mouth he spoke on the Confederacy frequency.

"This is Derek Dib, assigned to the diplomatic team. The Hall has been breached and we have casualties. The droids appear to be malfunctioning. Or perhaps were reprogrammed. I'm extracting the council to safety. Assistance is required."
 
Seguidor Oculto de la Verdad
"What happened?" Kentarch asked. "Exactly."

From the holo-projector inside the Black Mercury, several agents nervously looked over news reports as new information flooded in. A holo-image of Siskeen came to life from the holo-projector displaying resistance and combat zones across the planet.

"At the time now dubbed the 'Zero Hour' the CIS diplomatic mission and fleet fell under attack, similarly droids started activating and attacking anyone as if their friend or foe algorithms have been deactivated planet-side. The crisis has developed into a pitched battle with our limited diplomatic guard service stranded, and intelligence shows no external threats to the fleet, it was sabotaged from within. The Courage is plummeting towards the planet and a radical group of scientists are urging people to rise against the CIS on Siskeen, insisting we are to blame for the chaos."

Kentarch leaned back in his chair and tented his fingers as he thought. "As an executor and leader of the executors it is my responsibility to execute those responsible for this terrorist attack. Its clear now this group of scientists is responsible for the developing unrest on Siskeen."

This 'Libra Collective' had played their cards to soon, a public statement by one their own gave Kentarch a face and a possible location of not just the propaganda but also a likely lead of how and why the droids were going crazy. "Find the source of the broadcast, and take the ship in on a direct course to its location." He ordered the agents working on his ship.

[member="Ashen Soul Reynauld"]
 
Easing out the double doors he crouched. The debris field to the east blocked the view of the droids who were firing at others in the hall. While Derek wanted to assist those unfortunates who were falling before the malfunctioning droids it was his responsibility to get the council to safety. With a grim set to his jaw he turned west. He knew there was a private landing pad for diplomatic guests not far from their location. It was there that the CIS diplomatic team had arrived. Unfortunately he was sure there would be opposition between the Hall of Wisdom and the safety of the ship. But staying where they were would be illogical and foolhardy. The enemy already knew their location and staying would spell certain death.

Glancing at the council he knew he wouldn't receive much help from them. For too long they had relied upon their droids and in their complacency they had grown weak. Again Derek frowned. Self reliance was necessary in order to survive. Motioning for the council to follow he creeped forward.

"Stay low, hug the walls. Try to stay behind debris so you won't be seen and to use for cover. Do not talk and for the love of all, don't do anything to draw attention to ourselves."

Moving down the hall he practiced what he had preached. Moving from cover to cover swiftly and silently he led the council down the hall. Pausing at an intersection he raised a hand, motioning for the council to stay put, while he crept to the edge of the corridor a d looked either way. Smoke billowed through the air revealing that something, somewhere, was on fire. Screams and blasters echoed in the distance. But the view down either opposing corridor appeared empty of droids. Moving again he took a knee in the center of the intersection, pivoting in either direction as he motioned for the council to cross and get to the other side.

Wincing, whether from the pain of his hip or the loud shuffle of loafers upon the marble, he kept guard as the council bustled by. When the last had cleared the intersection Derek quickly moved from the passage just as a troop of droids rounded a corner to march down the hall. Motioning for the council to drop down out of sight he laid out on the floor behind some wreckage, the blaster rifle held ready. The troop of droids paused in the intersection for a moment before turning and heading toward the Hall of Wisdom.

"Alright. A few minutes from now they will know we are no longer there and the search will intensify. We need to move faster."

His whispered command reached the council as he swiftly stood and began to head west once more. They had to get to the ship quickly or else all might be lost.

[member="Darth Kentarch"] [member="Xero Wran"]
 
There was something about the gloriless work of slicers that the S.T.R.A.S.K. seemed to enjoy. For Natasha's part, she wished they could help those stuck on the streets. But there wasn't much she could do. She wasn't any good in a fight. All she could do for them now was to find them. Keystrokes seemed to echo through the room, as multiple agents attempted to trace the signal, each having little luck. Even the AI was struggling. Whoever these were, they covered their tracks well.

But there was something they could do. "Get a droid core. We can try and trace it from there." There was a quiet murmur of agreement in the room before everyone went back to work.

The would need their breakthrough soon.
 
Navigating the halls, which were more like an obstacle course because of the rubble, while avoiding droids programmed to kill on sight and herding the council like a group of children was not on Derek's itinerary when he woke that morning. It was supposed to be an uneventful meeting between the Confederacy and the Council. But apparently that was not to be.

Crouching as the councilors huddled around him, Derek looked ahead at the doors leading to the hanger where the CIS diplomatic team had arrived. They had been lucky this far, but now it was time to roll the dice and tempt Lady Luck one more time.

"Stay here, stay quiet. I'm going to check the hanger."

Easing from the rubble he winced at the wound in his side. But it was a momentary pain that moved to the front of his mind. Pushing the pain back he buried it and moved forward with the blaster rifle at the ready. A fresh power cell were in both rifles, the one in his hand and the one slung across his back. Several of the councilors were armed as well, but he didn't have any faith in them to hit their target and was somewhat worried they would accidentally shoot him.

Sliding against the wall next to the hanger doors he hazarded a glance. A group of perhaps twenty droids were stationed within. Biting his lip as he held in a curse he began to plan on just what to do.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] I [member="Darth Kentarch"] I [member="Xero Wran"]
 
Objective: 2
Location: Private landing pad for diplomats
Post: 1

"Crap", Kurenai cursed to herself as another comrade was cut down by the droids as they advanced on the landing pad, their firing being unconsecrated but in such large barrages that the defenders could only pop out for a few second to shoot before getting blasted apart. her own armor was smoldering, having taken several hit from the droids blaster rifles already, not being able to block all the shots with her saber pike.

"They just keep coming, we can't hold them off forever we need to evac now", some of the security garuds were starting to panic, the droids seemingly to be endless, no matter how many they shot down. True they were stupid, but at least knew how to cut them off from the diplomats and main forces, Kurenai slapped a new power pack into her ACS-202 "No we will NOT!!, we are staying here and holding the line until the diplomats arive, besides the drop ships will not last a second in all this fire, we need to clear the landing zone first".

Crouching she peaked around the corner, firing at the mass of droids approaching one handed, while deflecting blaster bolts in with her other, 'l really need to lern Shien'. "Tank look out", Kurenai looked up in time to see an AAT come around the corner and doge out of the way of its main cannon, not caring if it hit friendlies. The round shook the landing pad, immobilizing her for a few seconds, but also gave her an idea, the small b1s would not be able to penetrate the tanks outer shell, if they could capture it.....

"You there, I'm going to make a run for that tank, on the count of three cover me then duck back down, we can turn the tide of this battle if we can pull this off, you ready"? A slight glimmer of hope came to the defenders eyes at her plan, "Well do what we can, just don't die", "It will take more that a few droids to take me down, on 3.... 1.... 2.... 3!"

[member="Derek Dib"] l [member="Natasha Darkstar"] l [member="Darth Kentarch"] l [member="Xero Wran"] l [member="Ashen Soul Reynauld"]
 
Objective: 2
Location: outside diplomatic hanger
Post Count: 5

Peeking once more around the corner he noticed more. The malfunctioning droids were there only ones on the landing pad. A withering amount of fire were poured upon others. Reaching out through the force he sensed these were allies. Even as he opened his senses up to the Force he felt a short of urgency. Someone within the group of allies we're about to act.

Closing his eyes he let the Force flow through him as he unslung the second blaster rifle. With a rifle in either hand he waited for the prompting through the Force that would speak to him to commit to a line of action. Breathing slowly he centered himself and then he felt it, the slight urgency that spiked his senses.

As [member="Kurenai Yumi"] ended her countdown, Derek stepped from behind the hall corridor and entered the hangar. Both rifles sprayed a continuous line of energy into the rear of the droids, earning him their attention even as on the other side of the landing pads several rose up to fire as well. While firing two blaster rifles simultaneously may look great in the holovids and also may serve as a great decoy, actually being able to control a bucking rifle with a single hand and hit your target was sheer lunacy. However due to the number and grouping of the droids Derek was able to connect with several before diving behind a disabled land speeder.

Laying behind the speeder he dropped the second rifle and exchanged the power pack in his main weapon. A frown crossed his lips as he slammed the last spare magazine home and hoped his distraction proved fruitful. Or this would be the shortest diplomatic session of his life. And quite possibly his last.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"] I [member="Darth Kentarch"] I [member="Xero Wran"]
 
Objective: 2
Location: Private landing pad for diplomats
Post: 2

Once she counted down three the world seemed to stop in slow motion as the hastily thrown together plan was executed, dropping her light repeater blaster Kurenai leaped over the barricade and into the line of fire that had for some reason was not entirely directed at her, or the defenders on the landing pad.

While charging at the mass of incoming droids she saw the new combatant not far from her blasting at the flanks of the droids, earning at least half of their attention, it was [member="Derek Dib"], the somewhat gun ho politician, duel wielding blasters of all things. She shook her head focusing on the task at hand, most of the fire being taken off her but the other, giving a decent opening to take a break for the AAT.

Taking her saber Kurenai extended the shaft, switching to its saber pike for, crashing head long into the advancing droids, cleaving them in half and it other cases sending them flying. She launched into a spinning action, slicing through the crowd of droids like a hot knife through butter, coming closer and closer to the tank. Once withing reaching distance she slid underneath its exterior hull, the distraction falling apart just in time so miss another volley from the surrounding droids, just managing to get clipped in the arm, "That's going to hurt in the morning".

She wasted no time driving her blade into the bottom of the tanks, slowly cutting a hole to enter through, hoping the others would be able to hold the droids off for the next few seconds. Kruenai rolled out of the way as the bottom fell out, giving access to interior of the tank. "Hey what are you doing in h", the chatty battle droid didn't finish his sentence as his head was crushed by the force, his comrades staring blackly before they two crumpled under the commandos powers. "I comondering this tank, no questions? didn't think so".

[member="Darth Kentarch"] (aka DHF) l [member="Natasha Darkstar"]
 
Post 6


Crawling across the ground to the opposite end of the land speeder he popped up with the rifle resting on his shoulder and took several shots before ducking back down. Leaning against the side of the speeder he shook his head at his predicament. If he had stayed in the hall he wouldn't be in this position. But then he wouldn't have been assist his Confederate allies.

With a hiss of pain he lunged over from where he was leaving as the door panel gave way from the relentless assault from the droids. Eyeing his dwindling coverage he sighed knowing he only had a few moments left to act before he would match the riddled land speeder in appearance.

Dropping his head he muttered. Whether it was a prayer it a curse, even Derek didn't know. But raising his head he went into action.

Kicking off from the land speeder that had caught flame from the blaster bolts igniting the padded interior he slid across the floor firing the blaster in a strafing sweep of the droids. Rolling forward he dropped there blaster rifle as the power cell was deleted and gripped the silver cylinder at his back, extending the bo to it's full length.

Opening himself fully to the force he rose and began to spin the weapon in his hands. Time seemed to slow as he twirled, the staff deflecting the multitude of shots aimed at him. Derek could sense the intent and even could see the incoming shots as if it were a mirage moments before they actually came. His training with the Sages had instilled in his mind the ability to foresee and the Guardians had groomed his body to act within the Force.

Surrendering to the flow and power of the Force he gave himself over to becoming a shield better the droids and his allies. But even flowing in the force he knew there was only a matter of time before the overwhelming blaster fire would catch him. He just hopped that he was able to buy his compatriots time to attack unfettered.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
Objective: 2
Location: In a tank motherkarker
Post: 3

With the droids 'deactivated' nothing was stopping Kurenai from taking over the AAT, it might have required a crew of 4 to properly operate but all she needed it for was its fire power, staying stationary was not a problem. She quickly climbed into the commander/gunner’s seat eyes quickly scanned over the controls of the tank, "Really, 860 years and they have yet to change the lay out.... lazy".

Her hand went to the firing controls of the turret, swinging it around for good measure, such and old tank might have been prone to malfunctioning. All seemed good, now it was time to let loose some revenge. On the outside, the droids not focusing on [member="Derek Dib"] had taken notice of the AAT's passiveness, "Ummm, why is our tank not firing at the enemy", the barrel slowly pointed down towards the ancient B1s "and why is it pointing at us"?

Kurenais thumb levitated over the firing button, “Say good night”. The familiar sound of the main cannoned fire, the round exploding at nearly point-blank range, sending B1s scattering, completely confusing the remaining forces present. The AAT slowly turned around, its sides blaster opening on the remaining droids, each shot taking out at least two every round.

The remaining droids turned and fire on the tank, their rounds harmlessly bouncing off its armored hull, some ricocheting and hitting friendly droids. “I got to get myself one of these”. Slowly but surely the remaining droids were clean up, Dib and the defending CIS forces causing just as much destruction, wreaking the B1s a new one.
 
Post 7


Even as his body screamed at the exertion of defecting the bolts he gasped slightly, the pain in his hip growing with each of his fluid movements. Sweat dripped from his face as he danced in a blur of power fueled acrobatics. The staff refected the shots, several returning back to their place of origin. But there were too many to defect them all.

Just as it seemed he would be overwhelmed from the volley of fire power the tank behind the droids began to fire. However instead of connecting with the confederates the fire power began to decimate the Droid units. While the tank chewed through the machines the remaining allies and Derek were freed up to pick through the dwindling enemies.

With the final few shots from the tank the droids fell in heaps of scrap. Placing the tip of the staff on the floor Derek leaned upon the weapon breathing deeply in respite. But rest could be attained after the diplomats were safe. Giving a salute to his allies on the other side of the hangar and the ally in the tank, Derek turned and moved back to the hall.

The diplomats had stayed crouched and hidden. A sigh of relief that they followed orders escaped his lips as he stood in the hanger entrance and motioned for them to come. As the council slid from their hiding places and entered the hangar and relative safety Derek saw a wave of droids moving down the hall still searching for the council.

"Sithspit."

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
Objective: 2
Location: In a tank motherkarker
Post: 4

The last droid dall to the overwhelming fire, and for the moment the defenders could breath easy,and take a little break, but Kurenai knew that this was just a small skirmish compared to what was happening across the planet, Though young, the events of the clone wars were still a fresh memory, and she knew personally how droid armies worked, overwhelming force, the small army they had just defeated was but a minute amount that would be coming for them. At least the diplomats were safe, hopefully they could clear up this mess and inform the people the CIS was not responsible for the attack.

Kurenai popped the hatch of the tank open, giving one finger salute to [member="Derek Dib"] as he rested against his weapon, 'He does not seem to be one with much stamina'. She looked back at the remaining defenders, most coming out to escort the politicians away and recovering weapons form the droids replenishing their supplies, "three of you take over this tank, the rest get it into proper defensive position next to the landing pad, then I want cross over fire point on each side, more will come only a matter of time... oh and watch out for the hole in the bottom". The soldiers gave a salute before running off to take care of their assigned tasks.

While that was taking place Kurenai approached Derek, "I have a feeling you do not get as....", the sound of even more thundering feet sounded in the distance as more B1 rounded the croner, greater in number then before. "You have got be to kidding me", it seemed as though this force was more coherent then the last, and sported a few B2s among the mix, "We have to fall back to the firing line Derek... now"!
 
Objective 2
Post 8

From all the movement that came from defecting the incoming shots Derek had reopened his wound. Blood ran down his pant leg as he grimaced. Raw nerves and exposed flesh threatened to overwhelm his senses. Closing his eyes as 'tank girl' approached he focused on his breathing for a moment, clearing his mind and wresting control once more. But the oncoming droids and Yumi's command snapped him back into action.

Quickly he crossed the floor of the hanger, bending to collect another blaster rifle and spare power cells, as he moved to the skirmish line. Taking position near the wreckage of a fallen support beam he changed out the clip while turning to ensure that the council was safely entrenched behind cover. Battle was swiftly approaching once more. Using the force he sharpened his pain filled senses and induced an endorphins and adrenaline burst within his body as he shouldered the rifle.

"We can't allow these droids to kill the council. They are the leaders of this planet. With their support the Confederacy will be able to combine their strength to the cause while also helping the system. It's our duty to protect them, with our lives if need be. But let's kill every last one of these cursed toasters and have a drink on me when we are victorious."

His words echoed down the line. The battered man wasn't just posturing in an attempt to inspire others to die for a cause at a price that he was unwilling to pay. He knew his duty was the same as theirs, and he would not skirt his responsibility. He didn't want to die, but the Confederacy was worth the ultimate sacrifice and if the bill became due today, he would pay it.

The droids entered the hangar and the battle was joined once more.

[member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
Aboard the Courage

Ringing...

It had all happened too quickly. The explosion. The blaster fire. The screams. In but a matter of seconds, a carefully calculated event had plunged into Chaos. Why? They had let their guard down. They thought this was akin to the old days, when the name Confederacy did not inspire wrath or fear. When the idea of freedom in the South was a sweet one. Now, decades later, the enemies had dug themselves in. Now, they weren't afraid to fight.

And by their "valor" would they die.

Darth Metus forced himself upright. His abdomin screamed in protest, for the burn upon his flesh was yet fresh. The Droids...they made certain to fire together at him. To eliminate a potential problem. But the Sith was, above all else, stubborn. He would not allow himself to die this day. His sulfuric gaze swept across the shattered remains of the corridor. Bodies were strewn about, both organic and synthetic. The walls all told a story of battle...of slaughter. They were caught with their pants down, and now they had to regroup.

Reaching up, Darth Metus tapped the comm within his ear. The static only made the persistent ringing worse, but in a moment a few frantic words broke through. [static] collision course with the surfa[static] Courage please [static]espond! Wincing against the agony, the Sith attempted to shove himself to his feet, all the while growling a response. "This is Darth Metus, I'm aboard the Courage. What's our status?"

His voice echoed across all channels, pinging the control room of [member="Natasha Darkstar"], the command throne of [member="Darth Kentarch"], the bridge of [member="Xero Wran"], and even the field comms held by [member="Derek Dib"] and [member="Kurenai Yumi"]. And as he spoke, he took one defiant step forward.

It was going to be a long day.


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The silent, near monotone work that the AI had been doing was interrupted by a call, no, a command, from the Courage. It was something he hadn't been monitoring, something he had forgotten about in the panic. He was supposed to be better than this. He should have seen that coming. Natasha, this new confederacy, they were too trusting. He had seen the Southern Systems ruled by dictators for long enough to know that they would not relinquish their holdings quietly. They needed to soften things up, have Sector Zero hit them before the Confederacy came. No dictator creates a power vacuum. Power vacuums could be exploited.

He'd have to present that idea at some point.

"I'll try and talk Metus through an assessment of the ship. Keep trying." The words were all Natasha heard before the AI diverted his attention to the man in the Sky. "Metus. The planet's under attack. Droid rebellion. Some kind of virus in the system made them go berserk. We're trying to track the signal." The S.T.R.A.S.K. program would sound familiar to the Sith, but it was up to him to recognize the voice. "Your ship is set to crash into the surface. We need to stop it if we don't want to cause a catastrophe of biblical proportions."

[member="Darth Metus"]
 

Miss Blonde

Trying to be straight in a crooked Galaxy
[media] https://youtu.be/31JINjxIxl0 [/media]​



Objective Courage
A wet mop hit the pristine decks of the Courage, and in a slow and almost lazily motion the overly soaked tendrils of the cleaning device spread dirty water across the floor. Manning the mop was a short and androgynous appearing person wearing the thick jumpsuit of sanitation staff and a cover that hide the top portion of their face quite well. Slowly but surly this person continued to do a poor job of cleaning the floors of this ship, as if they had never done an actual day of custodial work in their life. Some people including officers had started to take notice of this, and felt the need rising in them to not only say something about the poor job that was being done, but also to reprimand the employee doing it. Though one couldn't blame them, the subpar janitor didn't even bother to throw down a wet floor sign.

So gathered among themselves were two officers whispering to themselves about what was most likely to be done about the situation. "Come on Ryan, at this point they're just spreading around water. I need to say something. This is just ridiculous." A rather prim and proper officer said to his counterpart.

"But Mike! Your conflict resolution training! Remember?" The second officer said in almost a pleading voice.

"I completed the sessions like the court ordered! I don't need you to remind me of them!" In a snappy tone the first officer bite back and crossed their arms.

"And that's why Beatrice left you." Shots fired across the starboard bow.

"@&%# you, Ryan. I'm saying something." Inhaling deeply and puffing out his chest, the man began to make his walk over towards the short janitor.

But before the conversation could even begin, there was a deep rumble and explosion that caused everything go shake. Then before anyone knew what was happening, the two officers were violently gunned down in a spray of magnetically encased plasma. Shots ripped through them fired by their own droids and their corpses hit the deck in a spectacular display of ruthless efficiency. With their metallic bodies now surrounding the trashy janitor who appeared to be standing against the wall with their hands in the air, they then took aim at the lowest priority target and fired. However these bolts didn't impact the worker. Rather they bounced or were absorbed into an invisible barrier that a few feet from them. The droids stopped in curiosity and analysis of the situation, but in that moment a hand was waved and the few droids surrounding the target were shoved violently against the bulkhead of the ship and ripped into pieces by an invisible force.

A few moments passed as the janitor took off their hat to unfurl their long shining blonde hair and reach into their bag to produce an infamous and metallic gas mask that was then strapped over their face. Lights on the visors slowly became active and flickered on to reveal Miss Blonde, the retired crime lord who had originally came here to have a small chat, but now needed to make this into a more violent affair.

Nearby an old friend of hers [member="Darth Metus"] would be able to feel her presence. That of a king cobra rising up and baring it's fangs and hood to strike at its opponents. Not something you would expect to be here, but non the less he'd be able to tell that she wasn't hostile towards the people she was on the same boat with.

[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Natasha Darkstar"] [member="Derek Dib"] [member="Kurenai Yumi"]
 
Aboard the Courage

Perhaps it was the blood loss.

Perhaps it was the pain.

But the Sith was starting to feel weird things. First and foremost, the voice which responded...was familiar. Vastly familiar. It had that graveled edge, like a Bothan or something. But then, just as Darth Metus was about to commit a millisecond to mull over where he had heard the voice before, he felt an even closer presence. Blondie? Here? Nah. The Sith gave his head a shake, both to center his vision and his focus before staggering along the wall. He became very aware of the lightsaber hanging from his waist and hoped that he could progress forward without too much trouble.

"Rebellion." he repeated, half-scoffing. "How bad is the situation...the talks...are the dignataries alright?" he began, pausing his movements only to access the adjacent, door console. Slamming his fist flat upon the button, the blast doors slid open with a laborious hiss. "You'll have to walk me through getting the ship steady. I can swing a starfighter, but this boat's beyond me."

With that said, the Sith continued making his way forward. His destination was one of the turbolifts ahead, which could bear him to the Bridge. Of course, standing in his way were even more bodies and a soaking wet floor.

[member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Miss Blonde"]
 

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