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RESCUE MISSION: A consequence of The Spin Job
TION CLUSTER | DESEVRO | THE WHEEL
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If anyone had heard of The Wheel, they would have heard the advertised promise of a good time: THE WHEEL: A premier luxury resort spinning safely along the Parlemian! Try your hand at our many games for a chance to win big, unwind in our world-class spas, or feel the pulse of excitement in our Zero-G Arena, where smashball matches thrill audiences daily!
Your getaway begins the moment you step aboard.
Those who stepped on board, never got away.
Hijacked and heavily damaged on its maiden voyage, The Wheel never docked on schedule. Worse yet, any attempts to contact the luxury spinning resort yielded no response, only a strange static-riddled replay of the promotional audio on an endless, near nonsensical loop: Ux…Safely…try….our many games…chance to win….getaway.
Broadcast received and triangulated to Sith Space, a strike team of willing Jedi is assembled for a rescue mission into the Wyl Sector. Equipped with stealth ships, unidentified to any one faction, their route from the unclaimed worlds of The Core to the station is direct and accompanied only by a very brief briefing:
< Alright y’all, thanks for bein’ here and quick heads-up before we hit this thing. Job’s real simple: get aboard, find whoever’s still breathing, and get ’em out. Expect damage, expect traps, and don’t let any old neon promises lull you whatever’s running that ship now sure ain’t hospitality and we don’t wanna lose people or credits. See y’all there! — Tansu Treicolt>
On boarding the station, sections of the Wheel look as though someone had taken a luxurious resort and folded it in on itself. The bridge — once a pristine command hub — now half-collapsed, its bulkheads bowed from the inside. That shock had rippled through the entire ring: casino floors sat tilted a few degrees off-center, support beams groaning with every slow rotation, and whole hallways yawning open with exposed wiring that spit blue arcs into the dark. Fire suppression foam crust the walls in places where the blasts had set everything alight; other sections were flooded from burst pipes flash-frozen by Force use then cracked open. Neon sign glitch through static, repeating WIN BIG and PLAY NOW at slow, syrupy tempos.
All remnants of the work done by the Sith who stole The Wheel.
In more sinister addition to the damages rendered on the massive, glitzy station, deep beneath the casino decks lies the Wheel’s signature attraction: The Zero-G Smashball Arena, now twisted into a Sith-run survival pit. The grav-plates flicker between weightless drift and bone-snapping surges, platforms spin in slow, lethal orbits, and terrified vacationers have been forced to survive cruel conditions. Every few minutes the arena cycles—gravity, no gravity, spin—turning rescue into a race against the next deadly shift. Jedi who reach this level must disable the arena systems and extract the exhausted prisoners before the cycle resets.
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OOC: In collaboration with
Arris Windrun
(ty!)— an opportunity for a quick skirmish/tumble that launches some Jedi into Sith space for a change of pace.This thread serves as a general interest check and chance to pair up for some good 'ol PvP.
GRANTED THERE IS INTEREST, THREAD IS SET TO LAUNCH NOV 29
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