One Hundred Young Gods (GA Dominion of Mustafar)

[Qyren Leret]

Allies: [member="Rook"] [member="Urya Uvatera"] [member="Marcus Foster"]
Post: 7/?

Usually, putting a lightsaber through something broke it, and Qyren didn't doubt the case here might be as easy. Depending on the power grid, it might take time, but her ligthsaber or a well placed explosive or two from the Sergeant should do the job. It wouldn't require Urya's focus.

"We should be able to handle it," Qyren agreed, as much in reply as to try to smooth over the potential tension from Urya's somewhat immature response.

The first of the curious, hostile guards poked his head over the range; before Qyren had time to do anything, [member="Marcus Foster"] had taken care of it.

Experienced and efficient. Qyren had thought so, given his history, but the skill was still impressive. She smiled briefly in thanks and took the rest of the distance at a trot. The next pair of curious guards found themselves coming face-to-hilt with a Jedi's lightsaber. One fell, unconscious, and Qyren ducked the instinctive blow from the other as Marcus took him out.

She knew some hand to hand, but, very clearly, not much beyond what was necessity when learning to use a lightsaber.

 

[Ryan]

Objective: Air Support
Post: 1/20

"Nine Correlian Hells!" The Corellian amarian would snarl under his breath as another AA blast just missed his X Wing. Lieutenant Sven Tolen, Call sign 'Fox', was leading blue flight whos first primary mission was to provide fighter escort to the transport ships. A task easier said then done as the planetary defenses included strategically placed AA turrets that was unleashing hell upon the elite pilots and their wards. He knew from the mission briefing that the AA emplacements were one of the dreadguards main mission, but till such was completed the deployed fighters and other air support groups were ducks in the air for these bastards.

The transports that were embedded with [member="Marcus Foster"] and company, had just touched down under the protective escort of blue flight. "happy huntin'!" Sven would bless the warriors below over their squad channel. He would then switch back to his flight channel "blue flecht thes is fox! ref'rm an' keep loose. we ur noo close air support tae th' lads belaw an' we ur tae aid in air superiority if onie contestants decide tae ginger up an' challenge us!"

The flight of Tiburons in their X wings would form up in a loose formation on their flight leader and they would keep up with juking and outmaneuvering what would look like wild aerobatics but it was all to keep from being targeted proper by the AA below while at the same time keeping their attention on them as well. Was never a good feeling being shot at, let alone on a repetitive basis but this was what they signed up for and nothing but their skill and a dash of luck will keep them from heaven's gates.

 

[Urya Uvatera]

When shots were fired, Urya immediately dropped any grudge and kept powering after the both of them.

"You know what would have been great? Armor. I regret not having armor right now, if only slightly. Not the ugly hydraulic behemoths that Rook insists on wearing, but just. Armor. Nice armor."

In an effort to keep up with the taller two, Urya sent a command to her legs to extend at the shins so she could keep up. Her 'netic hand melded at the fingers and opened into a blaster barrel, the battery whining to life somewhere on her shoulder. She held up the makeshift weapon, readying herself to pick off whoever slipped past the two. She was finding herself largely superfluous, though. Between the armored sharpshooter and the Jedi, most opposition seemed to be taken care of. Instead, Urya began looking for a distraction which..

"OOoh."

She skid on her heels, taking off down a corridor.

"You guys keep shootin'! I'll be right back!"

[member="Qyren Leret"]

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=4/20]​

Objective: To be determined
Allies: None yet
Enemies: There’s this one Sith see…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deB_u-to-IE

Suddenly, the Sith whirled around, took three long steps toward the far wall, and pushed himself off, flying through the air with both lightsabers slashing toward Nubica, every muscle ready to drive the blow home.

He met empty air. Nubica twisted away, grabbing one of the lightsabers from the Sith' unprepared grip.

Then Nubica lunged forward fiercely. Her blow missed but she took advantage of his evasive manoeuvre to spring over the Sith's head, striking down with her lightsaber as she did so.

She heard the flesh on his hand sizzle. Howling, the Sith almost dropped his lightsaber, but caught it with his other hand.

“Still fancy the concept I’m not a worthy opponent?”

The Sith sprang at her. She leaped back, slashing with her lightsaber at the same time. The Sith's attack missed her by a whisper. She was already charging forward, and he parried the thrust. Their lightsabers tangled and locked, sputtering. Smoke rose in the room.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Post: [06/20]

This phase of the plan moved much faster than he could have ever anticipated. Even Miranda, who merely acted in a support and tactical role, was surprised with the tenacity and speed at which these two women operated. It was pleasing to know that his initial assumptions had been off by a landslide in a good way, though the blunt comments from Miss Urya were not necessary. Granted, he hadn't known that she was to neurally link to the vehicle but Miranda was no rampant AI bent on assimilating every piece of software to her will.

Be that as it may, the trio of operators disembarked with a quickness, with the Dreadguard retrieving his AI before departure. His DC-17m was leveled and he moved with the speed and agility of a practiced infantryman. The barrel of his rifle swept left and right with cybernetic eyes synced to his armor panning over every detail. Miranda was working hard too, augmenting the sensor range of his motion detectors and life-form readings, sending information directly to his HUD.

"One, twelve o'clock." The first of many popped his head up. Half a second later, it dropped, sizzling with a fresh blaster mark.

The Jedi surprisingly kept up with his blistering pace, the other woman hanging back just a tad. They all neared the compound grounds, slipping over a wall and inside until he and Qyren were met by a pair of lightly armed guards. Adrenaline seeped through his veins as a Crushgaunt rose, curling into a fist. The man dropped like a sack of rocks, and he saw the Jedi drop the other man with a well-aimed knock from her saber's hilt.

"Urya went down that corridor. I think she mumbled something about being right back."

Marcus nodded. "Tag her with an IFF. Lemme know if she stops moving," he said, "Don't want her dying on me."

The anti-air batteries were already firing, blasting at the armored transports descending from the heavens above. The commando nudged the indigo Jedi and motioned for the primary power grid nestled between the largest of the cannons, and guarded by at least two squads of guards. The intruders hadn't been noticed yet, but he guessed that the three incapacitated men in their wake would signal their entry soon enough.

[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Qyren Leret"]

 

[Corey's OOC]

The vessel was gorgeous, really. Hawk was checking the rest of the specifications from his computer terminal. There were other members, Guard and Alliance flitting around the ship to assist with the running of the vessel. Technically, she was flagged as an Alliance vessel, but everyone knew what she did. She housed the Guard.

And that meant she was set up for it. The vessel had the guns and armor to keep enemies at bay, and to bring the Dreadguard to where they were needed most, the battlefield. But between battles, this place was set up for training and education. Hololibraries and study rooms, to prepare for missions and understanding new worlds and targets were on the same ship with bountiful training rooms and gun ranges. This vessel was going to be able to provide a home and a ready point for all of the super soldiers.

But the newest thing was the arrival of starfighters. Alliance X-Wings, B-Wings and intercepts were sitting besides a squadron of gunships and multiple landing craft. Definitely what the ship would need. Looking along the monitor, the rest of the systems were basic but existed. Medbay, several infirmaries, and the barracks, which contained bunks and armories. The Maleficarum was going to be a force to be reckoned with.

 

[Qyren Leret]

Allies: [member="Marcus Foster"] [member="Urya Uvatera"]
Post: 8/?

"Urya!" Qyren called quietly in surprised protest as the cyborg suddenly ran off. There was nothing she could do; the woman continued on her way down one of the side corridors, and Qyren settled herself firmly behind cover with Marcus. Urya's arm had become some kind of weapon, so she had to hope that the woman could handle herself against two or three people at once. She was the one of the three whose combat experience was unknown to Qyren.

Don't let her get herself killed.

Qyren let her thoughts of Urya go and followed Marcus's gesture with her eyes, though she already knew what awaited her. She had felt the group right after they had dealt with the first set of guards, but hadn't decided to worry until she was sure the security force was waiting for them at the grid.

That power grid is going to take some time, unless he blows it.

She nodded to acknowledge her awareness of the situation, calculating quickly to determine how many she could take on at a time. This was going to be as interesting as Yag'dhul.

"We need a distraction. Flank them?" It would mean getting behind them in a limited amount of space, but Qyren was fairly sure she could manage it.

 

[Jsc]

The Lava Mine Tower
w [member="Nubica Felidae"] p2

F Squad clambered up to the landing pad where a B-Wing had found it's berth. Finch raised a brow at the configuration before catching the familiar sounds of a lightsabre battle deeper within. He looked down the catwalk towards the Command Center. Sure enough. Past the cooling fins and antenna array the blast doors to the tower interior were wide open. Leaving the six troopers with a grand view of a light show going on within. They had clearly found their Sith pilot.

"Come on boys. Let's see who's home."

They rushed to the open blast door and flanked three to a side. Finch poked his head in and saw the party. Sure enough. Bad guy sighted.

"Confirmed Sith Adept. Miller go right. I'll take left. Half circle formation and be ready with those stun batons. Stay in cover and watch for out magic tricks."

"What about the Jedi?"

"We don't start shooting until he's clear. ...Ready. Move."

F Squad clambered into the Command Room. Three men going right. Three men going left. Looking for anything to hide behind. Automatic weapons and Type7 nonreflectable blaster ammo made for a fun mix of firepower too. All Jedi Felidae had to do was give them a good shout and they'd start blasting. Until then? It was still Ladies Night at Club Darkside. Pew pew pew.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=5/20]​

Objective: To be determined
Allies: None yet
Enemies: There’s this one Sith see…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uwFGZfGkR4c

Without any warning at all, the lights went out. Clearly the Sith had a hand in the act. Nubica was familiar with Force Sight but had never fought whilst using it. So she did what her training taught her.

She trusted in the Force.

She moved off to the right, but suddenly her opponents’s lightsaber was moving through the air, slashing toward her. She jumped back just in time, smelling the singe of burnt robes from the close call.

It was hard fighting now, driven by instinct and with only the Force to help them. He was clearly a cunning, powerful adversary. He attacked and retreated in a furious rhythm, faster than any fighter she had met. She wanted to use Vaapad but in these conditions was unsure if she should let go.

She dived to the floor, hoping to slash at the Sith's legs and get him down. But he sidestepped and somersaulted over her. She felt the brush of air as he went by.

But Vaapad was what gave her strength, so she took the Sith’s anger and used it. She picked up the pace and relentlessly sliced through the air, never stopping, moving, sliding, swerving. The Sith was no doubt surprised and was driven back, back, until she had him cornered against a wall. But suddenly the wall turned transparent, and a door opened. The Sith sprang inside.

 

[Ryan]

Objective: Air Support
Post: 2/20

The AA fire had ceased which made Lieutenant Sven Tolen very nervous. Yes, he and his flight got to take a breather from being peppered by continues defensive fire but there was only on meaning to why the turrets went quiet. They enemies had sent in their own interceptors to compete for air superiority and did not want to risk friendly fire. Sven knew this and so did the rest of his wing mates. "Where are they Tug?" The amaran would snarl with anticipation. Where are these devils?

Tug would squeak in a panic lighting up the x wing's hud with enemy contact."contact!! foive o'clock 'igh!" Sven would relay over the flight coms to the rest of his mates while his R2 would tag the enemy contacts red. Eight enemy fighters inbound, they were going to try and win this through a game of numbers. "cum git sum!"

Sven would push his throttle forward with one hand and twisting the control stick with the other, He lost all forward momentum and loop-rolled in what is called Koiogran turn, which now faced him head on with the incoming enemy. "Divert all shields forward!" He commanded his droid as he increased his speed towards the enemy.

The most dangerous angle of attack was when two ships confronted each other in a head-to-head pass, when two ships would run at each other on directly converging courses. At this angle, the rate of closure was at its highest, with ranges decreasing extremely fast, giving each combatant time for only a few shots before overshoot, the point when both ships pass each other occurred. With their deflector shields forward, the GA fighters had the advantage in this dangerous game of chicken.

Sven's X-wing's shield radius began to plum with brilliant colors of purple as the enemies' lead fighter took the challenge and began to pepper the x wing. The fox would squeeze his trigger gently, returning fire in just kind. Time seemed to slow down to a halt as every bolt was exchanged between not just the two leads but by the rest of the flights. The Ariel battle had begun and started in a high tempo. What seemed for ever was only a blink of an eye and Sven zipped past the lead fighter leaving the ship smoking and tearing apart in his wake. He had no time to gloat on the first kill of the day for he was snapping left and right, up and down as he tore through the enemies formation trying to avoid collision.

 

[Jsc]

The Lava Mine Tower
w [member="Nubica Felidae"] p3

F Squad seemed a bit dumbfounded. First the lights go off and now the Sithling escapes through a transparent wall? Good heavens man. Was this an industrial mining complex or a deviant devil's dungeon? Dubious dirty devices indeed. So darn dusty deplorable that Commander Finch was even thinking in alliteration now too. Derrr. Kriff it all.

Nevermind the Commander. The six troopers turned on the LED flashlights mounted to their weapons and engaged the LAM mode in their helms. Something similar to night vision. However, they seemed in no hurry to figure out what was going on either. Mel did poke his head out from behind a large vertical pipe to shout at Jedi Felidae. Using his best gentleman's voice as the 'he', did now rather appear to be a 'she'.

"Heloo there! ...I'm Mel. These are my boyfriends."

He gave a wave of his flashlight and a twinkle of his helm. The rest of the troopers poked their heads out and sprinkled the dandy likewise.

"Ahem. How might we be of assistance madam?"

 

[Urya Uvatera]

Oh this was going to be good. Urya trotted down a hallway, feeling the temperature slowly cool around her as she continued on. One thing about a lava planet; it was hell on big processors. If you had a big enough building, you had to devote a room or an area to cool down the processor itself... And a whole stronghold full of AI and mechanical defenses, plus the necessary computing power for the control room, was going to have a Cold room. This area of the building would be nestled in an area that was somewhat further from the rest of the lava, or as far away as anyone could be from the rivers of molten rock on Mustafar.

It was just a pain to try and explain these things to some people with her voice sometimes, especially if they were on a time crunch. It was easier just to keep it to herself and just get the job done.

She skid down a hallway, punching a hole in a guardian AI with the blaster on her arm, and quickly snaked her way into the Cold Room. Oh baby, all these servers! Granted, it was only a closet, but the stacks of tech only told Urya what she needed to know--that she only had to plug into one and not try to hunt down which server went to what, judging by the size of the room itself. She quickly plugged herself into a column with her temple-cord.

The first thing she did was lock the door and change the passcode to 'Your moth3r is the whor3 of a Hu77'. Second, Urya sat cross legged on the ground and closed her eyes, pushing her digital brain into the computer. Her whole body went limp while her mind went exploring, finding the cache of information that she wanted and wresting it into her greedy digital hands.

Out in the corridor, a camera swiveled on its axis to focus. Ahah. That's where [member="Qyren Leret"] and [member="Marcus Foster"] were... and there was a knot of guards beginning to amass with some droids and blaster turrets. Was the blaster turret attached to the system.... it was!

Unbidden in the hallway, the turret suddenly blossomed to life, wildly firing at the guards nearby. She wasn't aiming to kill, admittedly, only going to wound. If her teammates decided to finish the job, that was up to them. The cries of surprise and pain from the ambushed guards would hopefully echo down the hallway.

 

[Marcus Itera]

Post: [07/20]

"We're running a little low on time, the dropships will be heading down in literally seconds." Miranda usually wasn't this serious, "We need to get this done now."

"I know."

The knotting of guards, security droids, and the automated defenses near the power grid unsettled Marcus. He trusted his accuracy with the Deece and the Katarn armor was the best damn stuff he'd worn in his entire life. But the Jedi next to him was what concerned him. He knew she was no Master, not even a Knight. Miranda ran her through the dossier database earlier and compiled data based on everyone he made eye contact with. He was in no mood to carry his own sheb out of here with another in his arms.

He leveled the rifle as blaster fire came from the interior of the compound. It was repeater fire, spraying fairly sporadically over the guards clustered around the entrance. That drew quite a few looks, and even more shouts as the defenders responded immediately with their own fire and sprinted for the door, leaving the generator guarded by only a handful of men and droids.

Marcus dropped the rifle and twisted around to snatch something out of his armored pack before thrusting it into the Jedi's hands. "Class A thermal detonator; twenty meter blast range and enough power to drop a skyscraper from the bottom floor. Just thumb the activation notch and chuck it." He lifted the Deece again and sprinted to the far left, squeezing the trigger in rapid succession.

"Go!" He snarled.

[member="Urya Uvatera"], [member="Qyren Leret"]

 

[Qyren Leret]

Allies: [member="Marcus Foster"] [member="Urya Uvatera"]
Post: 9/?

Qyren didn't hesitate. Her boots dug into the asphalt beneath them, crunching under her as she dashed into the open. Though she had initially stared at the detonator in surprise, Marcus's movement alone snapped her out of her distraction, and she recognized the following snarled command for what it was: not anger at her, but focus, resolve and the need for things to go as planned. Though she wasn't a trained soldier, Qyren knew when to follow orders in order to avoid ruining a mission; Marcus was the defacto leader now, and this was the plan they were going with.

With the Sergeant as her cover, Qyren serpentined across the intervening space, drifting right in order to force the remaining guards to split their attention between her and Marcus. What they couldn't afford was both of them in the same place, maximizing the potential for one or both of them to get shot (not to mention making it easy for the guards to pinpoint their location). A minor application of the Force to the next push of her foot easily got her out of the path of some bullets, but she felt her adrenaline increase anyway.

Closer she moved to the guards; there would be no room for error, so she couldn't afford to have a guard knock it away. With that in mind, she ran full on at them, breaking out her lightsaber at the last second to deflect bullets, and deactivating it as she combat rolled between two guards reeling from deflected blaster shots that had hit home. Mid-roll, Qyren pushed the button on the explosive, and she released it as she rose to her feet beyond the guards, watching the detonator fly straight at the grid. She whirled and deflected the blaster shots she had felt coming, and then ran from the area with all the power the Force would lend her. In the chaos, she didn't hear the explosive hit and settle in the grid, but she was sure that it had.

"Move!" she yelled for Marcus's benefit, not knowing how focused on his own task he was.

 

[Urya Uvatera]

YES! Distraction achieved. Urya's turret did a little turret dance, which probably went unnoticed because of the energy blasts lancing from the barrel during the dance. Those under siege usually only paid attention to the projectiles rather than the machinery.

Her 'eye' on the situation watched Qyren and Marcus bicker for the moment, then spring into action. If only the camera had audio, that would be--is that a bomb? Urya watched Qyren grab the explosive and sprint for the power grid, lekku gracefully flailing in the wind behind her. She almost felt jealous for a moment, not having fashionable brain antennae before snapping back to attention. If she was still in the computer and the power cut out, Urya would be trapped in the...

Oh poodoo.

She set the turret on 'auto fire' before releasing her grip on the server. The cybernetic woman poured herself back into her brain (which always felt a little confining after she could jog through the expanses of a server), drowsily lifting her 'netics arm to pull her cord free from the computer. Ugh, the flesh portions of her body were always so sluggish after she entered a computer. Technically she was going brain dead any time she did that, but it was still annoying as hell to have to wait for her whole body to 'reboot'. Slowly dragging herself to her feet, it would take another moment before Urya could hobble to door and try to type out the passcode with the wobbly sausage links she called fingers.

[member="Qyren Leret"] [member="Marcus Foster"]

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=6/20]​

Objective: To be determined
Allies: [member="Malcom Finch"]
Enemies: There’s this one Sith see…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qjssvrc4qP4

She heard the Sith’s voice echo through some sort of amplification device. "It doesn't matter what you do now. The bunker is about to blow. I've created the perfect conditions for an explosion. Except more so. Gases are mixing and will combust. I have enough time to get away. You do not."

They heard what was clearly a lift depart downwards and the outer doors she’d entered through close.

Nubica turned her attention to the troopers. “Yes. You can get that outer door open. If not, we’re all toast.”

She gave what was not clearly a lift-door a cursory glance. The light from the troopers was enough to show that there was no control panel to recall the lift.

“And I need to know where that lift leads to. Can your men access schematics?”

 

[Jsc]

The Lava Mine Tower
w [member="Nubica Felidae"] p4

The Darksider claimed an explosion would soon end their lives. Then he disappeared down a lift. Probably going underground. Hope he wasn't retreating to his ship. That would be fast exit to no where. However, time being short? Finch decided to start barking.

"Miller! Power. That console. ...Jeffrey! Get that blast door open. Everybody else find me an improvised exit."

Troopers scrambled as Mel shuffled over to the Jedi woman,

"I can't get you schematics with the power out. And even if I could? It would take too much time. However my personal phone has the holo-maps taken from orbit. They're a day old and I doubt they go underground."

He took out his flip phone and started browsing from images. Sure enough. Plenty of holo-maps of the surface. Nothing that said what was happening underground.

"Here. Keep it. Look for adjacent structures that he might retreat too. Or whatever."

Finch tossed her the phone and quickly moved to Miller's side. The younger trooper had removed the consoles panel was fiddling with large cables to try and find the main line. If he could reconnect the cables manually, then they could get power to the console. Push some buttons. The other troopers were likewise scrambling for solutions. An annoying task with only flashlights and nightvision.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=7/20]​

Objective: To be determined
Allies:
Malcom Finch
Enemies: There’s this one Sith see…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yCMqcFAigRg

It was a good thing it was dark, as the troopers wouldn’t see Nubica’s eyes rolling. She hadn’t asked for a lot — but so far they’d delivered zip.

But she held her tongue. She knew she was a trying and impatient task-master and so left them to it and headed back to the lift. There was no visible control panel, but it was a lift and was therefore controlled in some way.

So she raised her left hand and closed her eyes momentarily. She pulled the Force to her and a second later, a purple stream of ionic energy generated by the Force was unleashed upon the lift. To the untrained eye, it looked a lot like Force Lightning. The stream of energy had an effect as the door opened 30 or so centimetres. It was enough as Nubica wriggled through the gap and jumped down into the darkness.

 

[Jsc]

The Lava Mine Tower
w [member="Nubica Felidae"] p5

Miller finally connected the cables and the console light up with gusto,

"Got it!"

"Great work Miller. Now let's push some buttons!"

"Hey Mel? Where's the Jedi!?"

"Um..."

Finch spun about and looked towards the lift. The door was cracked and the Jedi was gone. Good grief. This woman.

"She ugh... Used a magic spell and turned invisible, Kovak. She probably shed her clothes too. We'd best hurry up and get out of here so she can reveal herself to us in the safety of the nude."

"What!?"

"I said: Shut up and get over here!... There! Blast shutters are opening!"

Finch smashed the button on the console to open the far shutters on the permaglass windows. The steel panels pulled away from the windows and let in the orange glow of the lava fields out beyond. The lens flair was hideous and already the temperature was rising.

"Glass is heat proof. Not blaster proof. Shoot it out boys!"

The troopers blasted the windows apart and dove through them out onto the catwalks. Finch came barrel rolling through the broken glass and let out another holler,

"Run you pansies! She's gonna blow!"

The six troopers all dashed out from the Tower and into the adjacent structures. Scrambling to find an exit from an explosion that could only have been seconds away. Alas. The magical [member="Nubica Felidae"] was once again on her own.

 

[Nubica Felidae]

[Posts=7/20]

Objective: To be determined
Allies: [member="Malcom Finch"]
Enemies: There’s this one Sith see…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHUxS8qkO8M

Nubica reached out with the Force and in the darkness, grabbed a cable that clearly held the lift. She held tight and then, hand over hand made her way down the shaft.

Finally she reached what she presumed was the roof of the life and scrabbling around, found a trapdoor, opened it and jumped down. The lift was in darkness, but using Force Sight she was able to see there was a tunnel leading from the ope lift.

A short way along, she turned a corner and reached a chamber — without any obvious exit. Using the Force she scanned the area and in the centre of the chamber she noticed a ceiling panel had been removed, and a barred grille lay propped in a corner. Activating her saber, she saw that a shaft rose upward, where bundled pipes and hoses, finger-fat power lines and the wide ribbon-cables of computer couplers, flowed aloft in a static river from half a dozen lateral conduits to some central locus above. Yellow and black banded the lower half meter or so of the shaft, but there was no sign, no written warning. Only the small, baleful glare of red power lights.

The shaft gaped above her, a narrow chimney breathing death.