Not even Relics are safe [Open]

[Morlin Varrock]

The Nebulon-B Frigate slowly approached the abandoned Base​

Alarms went off, a voice speaking onto the comms.​

"Mercenaries and soldiers alike, we have arrived at the Pirate's station, prepare for combat."​

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Stuff to do

1) Engage the local pirates within the base, show them a good time.
2)Get to the Hangar, escort the bombs out of there using any methods you can, as it's infested with Pirate soldiers.
3)Take the Command Center, download the Holomap, and bring it to us. The Command Center is guarded by the Pirate captain, Tinga-Tinga
4)Steal the Pirate Ships, maneuver through the asteroid field, get to the Nebulon-B Frigate

 

[Miss Blonde]

Smoke lazily drifted from the barrel of a slug thrower and on the floor of the pirate infested space station was a dead trandoshan. With his blood pooling on the ground others stood around the body slowly backing away from the gun still grasped firmly in its owner's hand. Once the pirate crew got a good distance away from the body, they heard a long drawn out sigh. The weapon lowered slightly and the angle panned up to show who held the pistol.

"You know I've always hated pirates. For a very simple reason. They are hard of hearing." Miss Blonde. Crime lord. Outlaw. Mad scientist. Full time money maker.

"Because I distinctly remember saying. 'Tinga-Tinga, I'll provide you and your crew with weapons. You give me thirty percent of your plunder.' Yes those were my exact words. I'm very precise with what I say. So when my monthly earnings read twenty-five percent, I get worried." Miss Blonde would then hand her pistol over to one of her associates.

With her gas mask firmly strapped on her face she walked up to one of the pirate captain's lieutenants and put her arm around the man's waist. The larger burly human seemed almost scared of the five foot woman, and seemed rather disconnected by looking off to the side when she grabbed him.

"Twenty-five. Thirty." She said speaking with her hands pointing towards different areas of thin air to emphasize the different amounts of the numbers.

"Do those two numbers sound anything alike to you?" She asked in almost sincere tone.

"We're... J-just a L-little light..." the man stuttered in fear as he spoke in a hushed tone.

Blonde pulled him in closer making sure he bent downwards a bit to be closer to her mask so she could speak with him.

"I'm sorry, I can't quite hear you. You're light?" She asked once again.

"Y-yyyyeah... ligh-" However the man was cut off swiftly.

Wrenching his head with her one arm, the small woman produced a blade from the sleeve of her jacket and started to drive it into the pirate's neck multiple times in a flurry of exhausting strikes.

"YOU'RE NEVER LIGHT WITH ME!!!" Blonde yelled out as the body dropped to the ground along with her resting atop it.

With an out of breath sigh she looked down at her rather expensive shoes and muttered a string of silent curses to herself.

"And now I got blood on my karking shoes!" She silently screamed to herself as she stood from the man's body.

Looking over towards the pirate crew and their captain, the woman turned her masked face to Tinga-Tinga and the LED lights in her mask shifted from their normal tint of yellow to red to emphasize her point.

"Thirty percent. Next cycle, or it'll be more than a few thugs." With that the woman with the blood splattered gas mask started to make her way towards her personal ship.

[member="Morlin Varrock"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

The Imperial stealth ship jumped out of hyperspace. Men monitored the controls making sure their reversion trail was undetectable. Oh yes, they were quite safe. Virtually scanner proof due to its night shadow coat and practically invisible because of the photo reactive fibers. No one would even no they were here if the plan went accordingly. It was to be a test run, so to speak. The Imperial Intelligence wanted to test its new toy and pirates seemed the perfect subject.

They flew in low over the asteroid belt and towards the base. They slipped past the small picket fighters and tripped not a single alarm. Even the mine traps the pirates had laid failed to activate. “Approaching the base now sir,” An unnamed ensign said. Commander Desmond regarded him with a simple nod.

“Set us down in that crater there,” Desmond pointed to a cavernous canyon that led into the pirate base below.

“Aye, aye sir!” The navigator replied vigorously. They landed with a heavier thud then necessary and Des thought to reprimand the man later. The gang way descended with a hiss and five Imperial Commandos covered in black reflec secured the immediate area. Des followed suit.

“Come on lads. Let’s not keep them waiting,” Des called out as he led the way towards the illegal compound.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Morlin Varrock"]

 

[Morlin Varrock]

A CR90 Corvette would hyperspace in, approaching the Pirate station. The turrets rotating, the Militia Commander ordering onto the comms, "We will land within the hangar, as soon as the ramp drops, I want the troops to push into the Hangar, knock 'em dead." And with that, the Corvette maneuvered through the asteroids.


Finally, it landed within the hangar. Pirates quickly fired upon the Corvette, firing on it from their cover. The ramp lowered, Militia soldiers firing as they ran out of the Corvette. The Militia soldiers would take cover around boxes that surrounded the Corvette, firing on the pirates.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Suddenly things went from your normal enforcement of payment run, and turned into a firefight. Out of quite literally nowhere, a small ship had entered the hanger and troops from an unknown origin had come in shooting. So what do you do in this situation? Your investment is currently being murdered by someone who isn't you, and you don't have the time to collect your goods from them. Well the answer was pretty obvious. Protect your investment, and see to it that they can live to plunder another day.

"Rifle me!" Blonde yelled out to one of her subordinates.

One of her fifteen or so goons ended up tossing her a CQC variant of a Imperial DC-18. Grasping the weapon in her hands, the small crime lord leveled the weapon and started firing picking off a soldier or two as they fell back. The idea here wasn't to fight off and kill the invading forces. There were millions of abandoned space stations and this has just lost its secrecy, so that meant it had lost its tactical advantage. Which meant abandon ship for most pirates.

"Fire and maneuver towards the ship!!" Blonde said to her men giving her strict orders to bail from this particular establishment.

So with her men and pirates laying down a hard field of fire towards their aggressors, Miss Blonde and a few of her men started moving towards their ship while suppressive fire shot at the enemy.



[member="Morlin Varrock"] [member="Desmond C'artyom"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Commando 161 placed a thermite charge onto the walls. Before the explosives could be triggered corvette flew overhead and landed into a hangar.

“That’s gonna put a kink in our plans,” Commando 629 said

“Maintain comms silence,” Des said slightly irritated the man would compromise them so.

They stacked up along the wall and the charge was detonated. They entered a split second later. The two pirates who had been playing cards looked up just in time to see their death materialize from seemingly thin air. Cards scattered everywhere as the blast sent a shockwave through the room. Commando 402 fired his modernized silenced EE-4 and a pirate went flying backwards as his cranium exploded in a spaghetti bowl like fashion. The other pirate toppled over in his chair as he pushed himself from the table. Commando 892 swooped down on him and finished the man before he could get a chance to stand up. A swift dagger punch to the throat was all it took.

“Clear left,” C-892

“Clear right,” C-402

Des led the way through the next hallway and the rest of his commandos fell in line. They moved through the halls constantly checking their vectors. Their mission was simple. Once the flight checks had been passed they were to eliminate the pirate leader. They had a layout of the asteroids blueprints and now were slowly making their way towards his room.

“Sir, scanners show multiple ships attempting to flee the sector,” Over watch control

Odds were Tinga was aboard one of those ships… They’d have to get to the hangar.

“Sir, I can handle any of their ships,” Commando 161 said as he patted his rocket launcher. He was heavy ordnance and often used a large autocannon during missions. In fact, Des was even beginning to regret making the man leave it on the ship.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Morlin Varrock"]

 

[Morlin Varrock]

The Militia soldiers continued to fire, but with these reinforcements, they were now outnumbered. The commander gave the order to lay down a line of fire, and pull back one by one. Blasterfire raged on, and because of this, the soldiers were pinned down.

Suddenly, the Corvette's lower turret swerved, firing on the frontal group of Pirates. A group of six militia soldiers went out to begin stealing pirate ships, running to the right of the corvette.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

 

[Miss Blonde]

Well that wasn't good. With plenty of soldiers flooding out of the newly arrived ship, they seemed to have a handle on the situation. So much so that they started to plunder the Pirates by releasing them from the stresses of owning ships. They were even attempting to apprehend Miss Blonde's shuttle, something that she simply couldn't have. There was simply too much information and equipment in there for them to take. So when a few of the aggressors started trying to secure it, Miss Blonde accessed her data pad and synced up to the ship's systems. With the press of a few buttons while ducking behind cover, the Crime Lord activated the ship's hyper matter core and caused an explosion large enough to send men flying to their deaths.

"Fall back." Blonde said calmly into her comm piece.

Quickly hitting the primer on her rifle, she opened its cartridge up and slammed another energy plug into it before sealing the breach. With her weapon loaded and primed she stood up and started to pour automatic blaster fire into whoever the hell these people were. Picking a few off her and the remainder of her men slipped into the halls away from the enemy.

"Get to hanger B, and get us out of here." She ordered to her men once more.

Stepping with a urgency to her, Miss Blonde and her men were moving down the halls. But as they did so they began to notice the bodies of pirates littering certain areas of the facility. Something else was going on here. Sensors indicated one enemy ship and that was in the hanger. So that meant one of two things. Either this was a planned mutiny, or there was another player at work here. Either way it wasn't going to end well for anyone.

[member="Desmond C'artyom"] [member="Morlin Varrock"]

 

[Desmond C'artyom]

Desmond made a signal with two fingers then he motioned forward with his hand. C-629 took point and led them through the halls. They turned another corner and discovered two pirates lifting a body from the floor. They were dispatched by two quick burst. As the first toppled to the floor the second spun to meet the aggressors only to be put down by the second burst. C-629 strafed left, C-892 strafed Right.

"Clear left,"

"Clear Right,"

The rest of the commandos moved from cover and entered the room. "Sir looks like someone got Tinga first," Des walked to the body and surveyed the extent of his wounds. Looked like a knife had been thrusted into his Jugular multiple times. He was obviously dead. This would provide for a severe amount of paperwork later. Des rubbed his eyes with his index and thumb. What a mess... It most certainly was not good for the commando program. One of the elite soldiers approached and stared down at the corpse.

"Yeah, he's definitely dead," C-402

Des rolled his eyes. "Thank you for your technical input!" The commando merely shrugged in response.

It would appear a coup had been staged. This meant Bully to the Empire. Something still had to be done.

"We will find whoever's responsible and take them in for questioning... Call in the inquisitors,"

No one had ever withstood the wrath of the Inquisitors. At least, not for long. In the mean time the commandos had a job to do. Des nodded his head and C-629 took the lead again. They began to make their way towards hangar B.

[member="Miss Blonde"], [member="Morlin Varrock"]

 

[Morlin Varrock]

[member="Desmond C'artyom"]
[member="Miss Blonde"]

As the pirates retreated, they focused on their original goal. Those who had atleast a little experience in piloting were ordered to board fighters, as they began looting the hangar of all bombs, ships, and parts. Anything that wasn't nailed to the ground, or a spaceship, was hauled onto the Corvette. And as the items were hauled onboard, those who weren't on fighter duty boarded the Corvette. As the pilots entered the pirate fighters, and activated the systems.