Restoration II: Electric Boogaloo [TU Dominion of Druckenwell]

[Seanna Vel]

Location: Hyperspace
Objective: 3B
Allies: Draco Vereen Anija Betna Mirshko Betna Arrbi Betna
Enemy: Kuryr

Shaking off the rocking motion as the shields where humming. Even then there was still cursing coming from her sweet blacken lipstick lips of hers. Shaking her head back and forth. There was a great few things that she didn't like up there was that her feet wasn't on the ground. As it was she would like the fighting on the ground more then she would in space on a ship, that could hold under great fire fight. This ship wasn't even full tested out. After she then went back to the task watching as the weapons finally unleash its fully upon the attackers. It look as if there was night into day, even though there wasn't no sound.

There was a lot of working parts to this ship, she knew it just not all as she wasn't crazy enough or smart enough to know be on It was the gathering of the force with in here. Just what good it would do here and now. AFter all it was this baby that Draco was the leader on that was going to protect her to keep her others of his fellow men alive.

 

[Jeong Hye]

Objective: Two Completed, Switching Objectives
Post: 7/20
People who failed this Objective: Jaster of Clan Awaud, Khaleel Malvern, Coren Starchaser, Setzi Lunelle


The men and dog continued down the hallway, meeting no resistance, returning to the area they'd entered through.

"Righto, rebreathers on."

"Kibi, sit y'little bastard! Sit! Stay!"

After a brief scuffle, the dog was properly outfitted. Making last minute adjustments and picking up their DPV's, the ensured the door to the main facility was tightly closed before hitting the button that started the influx of water. Once the small room was filled they opened the hatch, swam through it, closed it, and headed for the surface and their boat. Climbing in was an undignified affair, but since there was no one watching but Jeong this did not really matter.

"Head for shore, I'll set up a droppoint for you."

"Got it."

And that really was that. Beyond keeping a background program running through their implants which would signal her if they were suddenly injured or otherwise physically affected, they didn't really need her direct oversight anymore. With a blink, Overdrive switched her bionic eyes view back to what was actually going on around her and Jeong took in the view.

Beautiful, by their own species standards anyway, barely clad bodies on a beach. Not much had changed then. Jeong of course, was demurely separated from the rest of the population, laying on a lounge chair under a small pavilion. Like an ad straight off of the holo's. And boring. A blink. Jeongs eyes closing, Overdrives opening. What else was going on? What else could she meddle with?

 

[Olom Grihk]

Post: 4/20

Objective: Alleviate boredom
Plan relative to: [member="Arrbi Betna"], [member="Kuryr"]



Olom hopped off his storage crate and approached the small group of heavily armed mercenaries. Waving at them. He figured they wouldn't trust him. He was an alien, after all, and a strange one at that. He adjusted the sleeve of his robe calmly. "You lot seem to be looking for something. I've been here all night," He said casually, maintaining his cool facade of disinterest that he brought with him everywhere and wore like clothing. "Is it safe you're here about the young human that went this way? Or are you after something else?"


He locked eyes with Arrbi, the man who looked the most like a leader of this group. They'd make good muscle. That could be handy later. He'd gauge their response, and then see what information could be given. After all, he might have something to offer these men. Or, maybe he'd just get them to try to kill him. That could be interesting as well.

 

[Kuryr]

Location: ArmaTech Battleship
Objective: 3b, get to ship with repair crews and fight pirates
Allies:[member="Bellatrix Celvina"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Anija Betna"]
Enemies: Pirate bastards
Close by: [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[6/20]

The shuttle landed without many problems, Dekka was an old hand as flying and knew his craft well. As soon as the ship touched down, the pirates were in motion. The cargo doors were opened and the workers began unloading boxes, spreading them out along the ship's hangar bay. Kuryr stood just inside of the ship and watched to ensure that the process looked as real as possible. His vanguard began to move, each with their small contingent of pirates. He glanced over at Bellatrix and frowned at her, " Are you ready for this?" He asked. Her drug habit was something to address for another time, but he needed to know she was ready to go. If she was going to be a liability of this mission she just might find herself in a different situation when it was over. She was too valuable to lose to something as controllable as drugs. He sighed and shook his head, this was a problem for another time, for now the focus was the ship.

The groups began to break off, each one had the clearance needed to get into the areas of the ship that they were heading too. He had spent a small fortune making sure that the clearance was authenticated. For a ship of this size, he was willing to pay almost any price. " Lets go Bellatrix, we have a schedule to keep." He said stepping off of the ship. He stopped only long enough to pick up a bag filled with tools and a few small weapons. They were headed to the bridge, it was the area they were supposed to take and hold, hopefully Dekka would get the security protocols for the reactor hacked, if they couldn't cause the false meltdown then this would be a very quick theft that ended in the worst possible way.

 

[Armand Temi]

Location: Armatech Battleship
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Kuryr"]
Enemies: [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Zrixtas"]
Nearby : [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Mirshko Betna"]
[6/20]

“I can do this, Kuryr,” she said, calling him by his name and not "lizard-monkey" or some other Cheunh expletive as she normally did. “I work better when I’m high,” she sniffed. There was some truth in it only because Bellatrix had been a spice addict from such a young age that karked up was the only state of mind she really knew. But her drug habit clearly marked her from the rest of the crew in her ability to be productive.

She followed the Taung pirate leader into the bay of the battleship they were going to seize. She knew that the next step on their mission was to trigger a false alarm on a meltdown which would hopefully distract the actual facility personnel and allow the Blood Pact to take off with the ship.

Bellatrix also picked up tools as Kuryr did and kept at his side, trying her best to stay alert. At least with all of the spice in her system she wasn’t nervous or anxious. She appeared calm and collected, if a bit slow.

 

[Arrbi Betna]

Location: Where I was last time
Objective: Two?
Allies: [member="Mirshko Betna"], [member="Anija Betna"], [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Pirates? Maybe?
People Needing Tags: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] @Kuryr @Olom Grihk

Betna heard Draco's reply as he heard a ship nearby lifting off and heading skyward. As the ship left, he felt his stomach fall to his boots as his chest tightened and went hollow. He sincerely hoped that nothing wrong had happened, that his daughter was still on the planet, but the sinking feeling in his gut told him such may not be the case.

"Unless you've just recalled a repair ship in the last few seconds, my gut tells me no. These are my coordinates," he rattled off the appropriate numbers and grid locations. "If they're not a repair crew... Can you track them? Not to shoot them down, but... Maybe grab them? My daughter went out of comm contact while scouting ahead. She may be on board."

At this point, a strange newcomer joined in the mix. An alien of a type Betna was unfamiliar with. As it spoke, Betna felt his jaw clench ever so slightly.

"What do you mean 'young human'?" he asked bluntly. "Explain."

 

[Anija Betna]

Location: Druckenwell Orbit, Bes'Drahr Battleship - Engineering Bay [Totally NOT on the Bridge ]
Objective: 3B - Make sure things aren't broken
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: [member="Kuryr"] and pirates
Post: [9/20]

As Anija was looking over the rest of the system reports, she saw text flash across her HUD. Normally, ANNE didn't tap into the fleet comm net, but Anija had asked her AI to keep tabs on Arrbi and Mirshko. This was the first time her daughter had been out on a mission besides the one to Roche... and she was worried. The text was a transcription of a series of messages between Arrbi and Draco. As she read them, her breath caught in her throat. She knew it was a calculated risk bringing Mirshko along, but she'd desperately wanted her daughter to get real experience. She couldn't protect her forever.

She read the messages again and rubbed at her forehead with two gloved fingers. Well, if he was right.... that would confirm why Arrbi was feeling frustrated... and helpless. Chewing on her bottom lip for a moment, Anija drafted a quick message to Arrbi and sent it. <Heard your message... how long ago did you see her....?> She sent it and closed her eyes as she tried to get a sense of the situation with the Force. She knew MIrshko wouldn't intentionally sneak off. Something else had to be going on.

Arrbi's arnger and frustration was clear. And his worry. She sighed and tried to send him calming feelings that would help him focus. Something else was at work here. She knew there was a lot of activity on the ground, and not al of it Mandalorians or Techno Union. She also knew that pirates had been sighted in the system. That much was clear from the chatter on fleet comms. She frowned and read the messages again. A shuttle bearing ArmaTech markings. As far as she was aware, they didn't have any crews on the surface. There wasn't any way to really be
sure. She'd didn't have access to the support craft flight logs... if Draco even kept any.

She reached deeper into the Force, And tried to find Mirshko. Master she might be, but even she was finding it difficult. She knew her own worry was clouding her ability somewhat. All she could sense was that Mirshko was nearby, and she was alright. She had no idea if the pirates themselves had any force users among them, and she knew if she poked around too much directly, it would alert any they might have.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: In Orbit over Druckenwell
Objective: One
Tag: [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Gerion Ardik"]

Ayden smiled as introductions were carried out. He shook hands with Director Ardik and turned to give the Foreman's representative a formal bow when his eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second. Curiouser and curiouser. Perhaps the Director knew who, or what, the representative was. Perhaps not. For now, it did not suit Ayden to make any sort of fuss about it or mention it at all. After all, he was the current clone of a man who had spent the better part of four centuries alternating between unceasing toil for the galaxy's benefit and orchestrating the deaths of hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions to suit his machinations. What was an errant HRD amongst cut-throat buyers?

Leading the way to the conference room that had been reserved for their meeting, Ayden passed the team with good-natured conversation, though not perhaps wholly relevant conversation. Weather had stabilized, New Avali had recorded the coldest winter on record. A battle droid for children had been recalled recently due to an incident, which surely shocked everyone, where a child had been seriously injured by one. By the time they had arrived at their meeting, Ayden was ready to get down to business. "I take it from the pyrotechnics in-system that the Techno Union is looking to lay claim to the Druckenwell system. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that a lot of people look at your state and see the Confederacy with a mask on. After what happened all those years ago, it'd be a bit presumptuous to think that the people would just forget all about the billion who died and just rolled over to welcome you home like a faithful dog." There was little denying the hints of a sneer that seemed to developed as he finished that sentence, but it vanished as he continued.

"However, I know that the Techno Union is not headed by thick-headed poodoo farmers. So you've come here with an angle, a plan. Since Corellian Engineering represents one of the largest corporate presences on the planet, I have to assume my cooperation factors into this somehow." He paused long enough to pour himself a glass of whiskey and threw half of it back before setting the glass back down with an audible clack. "So then let's skip the pleasantries and get right to the point, shall we?"

 

[Marek Starchaser]

Location: Station
Objective: A
Tags: [member="Ayden Cater"] | [member="Gerion Ardik"]

Mente looked around. For an HRD, she was actually pretty advanced, thanks to Archangel. And well, since she was an AI, she had a one in four chance of going full Terminator and turning the Techno Union into her own personal Skynet, working to eliminate the organic and flawed aspect from the galaxy. Her eyes were a poor imitation, this body wasn’t the right one for her. She still watched the Hat, the Corellian man, the one who ran Corellian Engineering. One who should be joining the Techno Union and would probably like to watch over Druckenwell personally.

“We are aware of the history this nation has with this world. We have taken lengths to ensure the homicidal beings were removed from command and positions of power and blacklisted from dealings within the Union. We are looking to expand our dealings, and Corellian Engineering has crossed the Foreman’s desk as a potential ally. If we can bring you into the Union, perhaps you can assist the Union in bolstering the world of Druckenwell, showing that our improvements come standard with our protection.

“A protection that will last and not result in a holocaust.” The AI looked over to her Department of the Law partner.

Organics saw things different.

Location: Planetside
Objective: Blow up a city of pirates
Tags: [member="Abraxas"] | [member="Freanne"]

The air was getting more and more humid. The winds were picking up and whipping around. It was what he needed. What he wanted. He was no Avatar. No Shaper of Elements. He was one who had mastered and was continually working on the art of Alter Weather. At least until Token Waters ascended to Witch Elder and Corey found a circumstance in which Marek could fall.

There was a fine line between using transhuman ideals, such as the Techno Union did, and cutting yourself off from the Force. That was why he always would deny [member="Moira Skaldi"] of her offers to entech him. He wanted to keep the human aspect of himself, not become something else. Something post human.

The Dark Side was too intoxicating to leave behind.

The order was to eliminate pirates who put up a fight.

He was going to arrive at the city as soon as his storm was ready.

Yet another post.

Six out of twenty.

 

[Lord Zrixtas]

[6/20]
Objective: 3 B
Location: The bridge of The Shadow's damnation (Space above Druckenwell)
Allies: [member="Seanna Vel"], [member="Anija Betna"] and [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: The Pirates, [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] and [member="Kuryr"]

As the battle continued he was content with observing the battle as it unfolded. The droid and piloted fighters soon made short work of the pirates that attacked the ship. Soon however a small group of pirates rushed into the bridge and aimed their blasters at the crew and four aimed at him. "Shut down your droid fighters, stop your attacks and turn this ship over to us!" The one who Zrixtas thought was the leader shouted to all as he walked to the middle of the bridge as he looked around to the disturbed crew and smiling like he had won.
'Little fool.' Zrixtas thought before he began to chuckle in a slow and cold manner as he stood up. The pirates aiming at him began to bag away as he simply looked Insane or amused over the entire thing. "And here I thought you were all simply idiots... but now I see your all suicidal." He said before he simply waved his hand and turned the four pirates blasters on themselves and fired them, effectively killing them with ease. This caused a wave of fear to flood the bridge, it was delicious and so palpable he could almost touch it. "Now were where we Meatbag?" He then said in a tone of utter superiority over the invaders to his bridge.

 

[Darth Adekos]

Objective: 01
Location: Aurodium-class Trade Station [Board Room]
Allies: Mente | [member="Ayden Cater"]
Post: [03/20]

Battle droids? For children? Gerion was thankful no one in Hegemonic Automaton's think-tank had conjured up a similar idea. Or perhaps they had and were canned before Gerion had even assumed control. Then they wound up here on Druckenwell. An amusing thought, but Gerion had not come here to entertain amusing thoughts. Once they reached the board room the small talk dissipated and Cater immediately launched into a presumptuous dialogue. If there were any plans to cow the inhabitants of this system outside of marching battle droids down the streets, funding the establishment of welfare services, and establishing the necessary Techno Union infrastructure, Gerion was unaware of it. Whether Corellian Engineering factored into it was unknown to him. But he was here to recruit them, so perhaps it did. Establishing order here would be difficult without them... But not impossible.

Besides, the Techno Union could only benefit from Cater's presence and that of his company. Unless he sought to betray them or enact similar contingencies as had been displayed on Corellia. Then there would be a problem.

"As my associate pointed out," Gerion nodded towards Mente. "The Techno Union has taken steps to... Distance itself from past actions. Very few relics of our predecessor state remain. But as you've pointed out, the people of Druckenwell will be skeptical, and rightly so. Corellian Engineering has some clout and good standing here. The Techno Union would then like to invite Corellian Engineering to enter its ranks."

"Corellian Engineering will be granted the full rights and priveleges of Techno Union membership. This includes a seat on the Executive Council, unrestricted access to the worlds under our influence, and the full might of the Techno Union's droid armies to call upon should you so require it. Members are expected to pay their dues, Mr. Cater, but because of CEC's exemplary reputation and standing on Druckenwell, I have been authorized to waive both your entrance fee and significantly discount your required contributions to our treasury."

 

[Mirshko Betna]

Location: [In a BOX on a shuttle aboard one of Draco's ships]
Objective: Two/Three-B
Allies: [member="Arrbi Betna"]; Techno Union Forces, Mandalorian Protectors
Enemies: [member="Bellatrix Celvina"] | [member="Kuryr"] | Possibly [member="Olom Grihk"]
Post: [10/20]

There was more scraping and muffled conversation as she could hear and feel some of the crates being moved. She could feel her own crate being lifted, and for the seconds it took for her crate to stop moving, Mirshko didn't even breath. She was scared, sure. But right now... she was focusing on not being found. Squeezing her eyes shut, she focused tighter on blending in with the crate.. becoming the crate... and keeping her thoughts fluid as much as possible. She still didn't have the level of skill with it that Mom or Da had, but she knew practice would certainly help.

She waited for what felt like hours until she heard the footsteps stop and move away. In reality, it was a few minutes at most. When there was silence in the area around her, she straightened slightly, and grasped the ridges inside the crate's lid to keep it from dropping to the decking as she pushed it upwards with her shoulders. She needed to get a look around. The push from inside the crate lifted the lid maybe two or three inches. Enough for Mirshko to see out. And when he could, she breathed a sigh or relief.

From what little she could see of the area surrounding her hiding place, the hangar was pretty much deserted. It looked like the pirates had moved off to do whatever they had planned to do for their little raid. What that goal was, beyond the possible takeover of the ship, she didn't know. She frowned slightly at that thought, and gripped her blaster rifle tightly as she rose to a crouch inside her hiding place. Here, she paused and just listened again. She heard nothing for several seconds. Letting out a breath, she kept her grip on the ridges inside the lid, keeping it from clattering to the floor as she continued to push upwards.

When she had cleared the top edge of the crate by six or eight inches, she took a deep breath. I can do this... she thought. She continued pushing upwards until she was in a crouch. Here, she continued to grip the crate lid, carefully setting it down on the decking. She was lucy in that her crate was part of a small stack which was shielded from view of t h main hold by the curve of the shuttle's hull. So, she was able to slip from her hiding place unseen. A moment to get her bearings, and she skulked off towards the hangar bay entrance, sticking to the shadows of the various small craft along the walls and which rested in docking cradles.

 

[Ayden Cater]

Location: In Orbit over Druckenwell
Objective: One
Tag: [member="Marek Starchaser"], [member="Gerion Ardik"]

Ayden raised a questioning eyebrow, but said nothing as the deal was laid out in front of him. It was a very generous deal, especially considering the considerable loss of manufacturing power Corellian Engineering had endured with the destruction of Corellia. There was something still that felt off, that nagged quietly in the back of his mind. However, he did not particularly care to indulge such concerns. This was an opportunity that was unlikely to come again. Already the Techno Union was here in force; granted, said force was aimed at neutralizing a rather large contingent of pirates, but in force nonetheless. If their deal here did not go through, he had little doubt they'd just come stomping in to take the planet anyways.

If there was anything that Ayden had learned from Corellia, it was that sometimes you had to accept a bad deal for the greater good. Ideals were nice, but they didn't keep roofs over heads and food in mouths. They didn't keep you alive. "That is exceedingly generous of you, Director Ardik. Of course I'll have to present the deal and terms to Corellian Engineering's Board of Directors, but since I tend to be the toughest critic on deals my acceptance of it should be a good indication of how they'll take it." With the Techno Union's resources and manpower, not only would Druckenwell be further stabilized but they would be able to properly rebuild the CEC shipyards. It was a win-win for everyone involved.

"While Corellian Engineering cannot contribute monetarily at the moment, perhaps our contributions can be met in another fashion." He reached into one pocket and pulled out a fist-sized data cube and set it on the table. "This is the master record for everything that Corellian Engineering has designed in the last twenty years, most of them by my own hand. Perhaps there are holes to fill, or designs to be modernized within the Techno Union. While we might have the raw funds we once did, I assure you that Corellian Engineering's design prowess has gone unmitigated in these trying times."

 

[Darth Adekos]

Objective: 01
Location: Aurodium-class Trade Station [Board Room]
Allies: Mente | [member="Ayden Cater"]
Post: [04/20]

Everything? Everything? High Day had come early this year. Gerion had certainly expected blueprints and designs to factor into CEC's negotiating strategy, but he hadn't even entertained the possibility that all of them would be offered up to the Techno Union on a silver platter (or blue datacube in this instance) right from the get-go. Like many other people, Gerion actively scorned the Republic's naval capabilities. He had long been of the position that most of the worthwhile among the Republic's star fleet had been designed by the Protectorate-allied Corellians or another third party. And now here were all (or perhaps most) of the worthwhile ships, confined to a datacube on a conference table.

"I believe," Gerion began, eyes flicking in-between Cater and the datacube, "This will more than cover any initial membership dues you would normally encounter, Mr. Cater. I cannot attest to know exactly what needs replacement in our navy, but I'm sure the Department of Security will be contacting you in regards to this very shortly."

Now that the initial haggling was over and both parties had finished offering up great deals to appease the other, it was time to press forward. "Did you have any further questions or concerns regarding the Techno Union?"

 

[Strider Garon]

Location: Druckenwell Orbit, Bes'Drahr Battleship - Hangar
Objective: 3A - Pirate Mop up of Kalandra City
Allies: [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Marev Priest"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post:1/20

Strider Garon entered the troop transport, the last of the Ori'ramikade to mount up. His eyes would fall upon the elite warriors that solomenly held the troop hold. All clad in beskargam, not a single one uniformed to the next as each mando'ad had their own style and color scheme. Even weapon loads were not scripted like other faction's commandos. What made these warriors different from the rest of the galaxies elites was that each single one of them was a Army of One that so happened to coincide into an elite unit known as supercommandos. To be part of such a unit was a great honor and it was a greater honor to lead them.

"Ltula bal Laroa!" «Lock and Load! » Strider's deep resonating voice would crack like thunder through the transport, echoing off the ships durasteel hull with his concordian rich accent. Strider would recognize his bastard son, Marev, one of possible hundreds that have littered the galaxy. The sight of him as a Ori'ramikade brought the absent father pride. He would give his son's shoulder pad a hard but compassionate hammer fist, a small sign of affection before moving on and inspecting the rest of his troops.

There was the legendary pink clad Ana, ever so beautiful yet always just outside of Strider's reach of conquest. Though the old man was never one to give up but the female warrior has yet to give in to his infamous charms. As he approached her, the crusty old Field Marshal would also give her shoulder pad a hard hammer fist of affection. Then there was Arla, the crimson haired beauty. She was a true and tested soldier and a welcome sight amongst the ranks. He would give the woman a nod of respect as he tried to remember if he had ever made a pass at her and in astonishment he has yet to try his luck. That was probably cause they had rarely been in each others presence.

"Alright vode! We are hitting the city of Kalandra. She is scum infested and it is our job to clean her out. Keep it tight and by the numbers." Strider was very brief in the down-low. He really did not need to tell this grand soldiers on how to do their jobs, he just needed to point in the direction that they need to go and they would do the rest. The old man would take a seat and gave the signal to the pilot to take off.

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Outer System
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Lord Zrixtas"] [member="Arrbi Betna"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post: 4/20

The thunderous barrage of cannon fire echoing from the ship rumbled through her hull. From the bridge, sealed against the enemy response, we could feel the vibrations of the main guns situated above and in front of us. I sat in the captain's chair watching the view screens playing the real time footage of the destruction of this pirate shadowport. The data feeds running beside detected ships were detailing the enemy vessels power output, suspected shield durability, sensor readings and displaying projected courses for the bridge to see, granted this was all arbitrary information that changed every second. It was impossible to get a completely accurate reading in the middle of a battle, regardless of what we were hoping for. "Captain, bring to a bearing on point two starboard." I said to the man standing beside me. My mood had been dour to say the least in the past weeks and the bridge crew was aware. The mild fear that radiated through them drove them to complete the tasks I set to them with haste and precision.

The ship angled to starboard, allowing the port guns to open up on the station as we continued to close range the main turrets, each out gunning even a heavily armed corvette, pressed against the stations hull, tearing gashes into its superstructure. The withering barrage from the broadside of heavy turbolaser fire tearing pieces from the station off. "Sir our shields are failing from the combined assault. We will begin taking hull damage soon." and ensign said from her terminal. The shields were potent, but not invincible.

"What is the point of a test run if we don't put the ship through its paces properly. Continue your assault captain, we will see how well the beskar holds up against turbolaser barrages." I said without moving, complacent in the knowledge this ship would hold out. It might be battered at the end of the day, but the enemy we had arrayed around us was not enough to take on both ships.

 

[Isis Varida]

[Draco aked me to come]
Location: Outer System
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Draco Vereen"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post: 1/20

There had been a friend in need... well business associate and when he had met her as a lowly engineer now he was meeting her as the head the Damorian as the Prototype Carracks arrived in system. Isis sat on the bridge as the Liran crew was moving around and she was going over the information displayed. The small bridge of the ship was made so she could sit in the center with her officers all around and anything within the three viewports she could see they could go after. The newer engines and wider frame working while she brought the cannons around. "Draco, this is Varida. We brought a couple of Carracks to assist and the new model prototypes of them. Direct us where you need us."

 

[Laira Darkhold]

Location: Outer System
Objective: 3B
Allies: [member="Anija Betna"] [member="Lord Zrixtas"] [member="Arrbi Betna"] [member="Isis Varida"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post: 5/20

As the continued pressure against the shields of the ship finally broke through the energy field and began harrassing the hull of the Bes'Drahr the station itself was falling apart. What little remained of the shadowport and pirate base wasn't really threatening to the battleship pressing towards it. The only danger it could offer was if the battleship turned and presented its engines to the station, which at this range wasn't necessarily likely, but also wasn't outside the realm of possibilities. "Sir, shields are down, hull damage being recorded. How often would you like updates?" The ensign said as the ship rattled from turbolaser fire from a pirate cruiser.

"Upon breach. Bring us point six starboard. Open up starboard batteries on that cruiser and adjust main weapons to fire on it as well. Paint it with sensor scramblers and keep port batteries on that station." I said, waiting for the captain to nod and howl out the orders along the bridge. The hull would survive for now, and perhaps with so much damage done to the station already it could handle its own against the two of vessels. The large ship angled a little more to its starboard side torrents of turbolaser fire filling the void of space between the battleship and the pirate cruiser.

"Sir, allied transmission."

"Play it."

Draco, this is Varida. We brought a couple of Carracks to assist and the new model prototypes of them. Direct us where you need us.

"Open Channel. There is a few corvettes intent on outflanking me ma'am. If you could keep them from harassing my engines that would be most helpful." Well, that might work. The plan had always been to stick this ship somewhere it shouldn't be and see how it performed, but it didn't hurt to have a back up plan.

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Druckenwell Orbit, Corvette
Objective: 3A - Pirate Mop up of Kalandra City
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Marev Priest"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post: 8/20

"Why aren't we on the ship with everyone else?"

"Really, again?"

"Gonna keep asking till you're sorry vod. So remind me."

"I was running late all right?!"

"Late? Was that her name?

"Yeah well, we're not all as quick as you Jidte."

"Ooo, getting snippy, touchy subject is it?"

"A MAN HAS NEEDS."

"Now we know why you never buy rounds anyway, spend all your money elsewhere!"

"Shut up."

"Y'all are ready for the only kind of shooting I wanna see from any of you I hope."

"Ooo, that's true, what about all your declarations of love for La'ika?"

"She's still my one true love. You know that right oh light of my life?"

"I reckon whatever chances you had are gone. You made her miss Striders call. Getting to fight with the Ori'ramikade is serious business. You'd best be resigned to paying."

"Pft, seein' as I've always said he had to match my kill count I don't reckon his chances have changed any."

"Oooooh, did that one hurt? I know you might be confusing it with the burning you likely have elsewhere currently..."

"Shut up!"

"We have anti-biotics."

"I don't need.. Argh!"

"Ehehehe, I think y'broke him Ber. Seriously, check you're damned guns, we're going in hot."

 

[Werdla Dardalab]

Location: Druckenwell Orbit, Corvette
Objective: 3A - Pirate Mop up of Kalandra City
Allies: [member="Strider Garon"] [member="Anastasia Rade"] [member="Arla Balor"] [member="Marev Priest"]
Enemies: Pirates
Post: 9/20

"Are those bastards taking potshots at us?"

"Ayuh. Nothing heavy enough to be a problem yet though."

Directly on the heels of this statement, as per the laws by which the galaxy functioned, was a fairly impressive explosion that rocked the corvette.

"Well. That was heavy enough."

"Are we crashing? I feel like we're crashing."

"We're crashing."

"Osik."

"Ayuh."

"Are we going to die?"

"Pffft, what are we, amateurs? Please. We're gonna aim this sucker to crash into something shooting at us or flammable, preferably both, jump out, murder everything."

"How do we get home? Link up with the others?"

"Pfft, these questions. Seriously. Y'just gonna accept the loss of a ship? Nah vod, they're bloody pirates. You kill 'em quick enough they can't scarper and we steal their ships. Ships for all! Maybe we upgrade to a better ship."

"Did you just turn getting shot out of the sky into a good thing?"

"Have I ever gotten you into something we didn't profit from?"

"Good point. Crash it."

"Already on it. Grab anything you wanna keep and make sure you got your jetpacks on and fueled. Crashin' don't take as long as you seem to think it does."