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Root of the Problem | Black Sun Dominion of Orondia / Varl

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Bal'Falan Hasati had long since ceased questioning her life choices, she felt a cathartic reprieve in simply "going with the flow" in most instances. One might question how well that worked out for her in throwing in with the likes of "criminal tycoon" Malicar but she was a special case of sorts, she didn't go around breaking legs or putting the hard word on people like some common enforcer, what she did required a very special set of skills. Sometimes merely being in the room to give a subtle nod or shake of the head could be all that was required of her, The Force works in mysterious ways after all.

Take for example what brought her here today, House Vesnam had requested the honourable Malicar's presence and by virtue of him that called for the presence of the Eclipse Consortium as well. "Hope for the best" she had responded to her chiss charge in equal tone with regard to his warning of suspecting the worst. They had arrived to Varl with a modest "crew" of varying repute, they could have had no reputation whatsoever but the makeup of their team begged curiosity. Fortunately for her, out of everyone present she was confident that a twi'lek in typical drifter's apparel (albeit clean apparel at that) would be the least rousing of all... unless people took it for the feigned modesty that it was, truthfully she didn't mind fancy clothing at all but preferred to play down her presence most of the time.

"I'll be vigilant for any duplicity" she advised to the male chiss though it was more of a group advisory really. Few sentient beings were purposefully trained to hide their thoughts from those trained to probe their minds, even surface thoughts were easy to read if one weren't trained to shield them.

[member=Eriate] [member=Malicar] [member=Graw ek'Thun] [member=Adrian] [member=Tswek]

[Late post is late but it gets me in the door :p]
 
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As the small contingent made their way into the large structure, the roof was open. It was a large spaceport that contained over a dozen docking bay areas around the circumference of the structure. House Vesnam vessels had landed in many of them, which was unsettling considering many of their ship guns were pointed to the middle of the meeting area. Malicar stopped the contingent’s progress and moved a bit to the eastern wall where one fixed gun emplacement across the space was aimed at them. Once near a quick exit and out of immediate cannon trajectories, they waited. Seeing that Malicar and his contingent would proceed no further, a contingent of ten House Vesnam guards in full body armor carrying blaster rifles walked with a Chiss in black and deep violet robes…

Syndic Alokunn had physical characteristics that readily showed his relation to Malicar and Eriate, but was a few decades older. He walked with an arrogance and confidence, but for the more discerning observations, there were the vestiges of anger and fear on his face as well. As he came within a dozen meters of the Black Sun group, Alokunn began addressing them in his lilting voice, full of condescension, “Malicar…Eriate…Adrian…I am pleased you came to my summons. I apologize for the accommodations, but it is the best House Vesnam could manage on such short notice…”

As the Syndic of House Vesnam spoke, it seemed his confidence began to grow, “As you know, our house was once again passed over to become a member of the Ruling Houses. I was passed over as an Aristocra…”
He began to pace in front of his guards as he seemed to love hearing himself speak, “Unfortunately, this condition of House Vesnam will never change…unless changes are made to improve our status—much like Eclipse Consortium has made changes in its status…”

Malicar listened in silence to his uncle. He knew where this was going. What he did not know was how far his uncle was willing to go to prove to the Ruling Houses that House Vesnam was not the House Vesnam that had depended on the Eclipse Consortium for the many decades that it had prospered. However, he also knew that House Vesnam was now deeply rooted into the Chiss Expeditionary Intelligence Division (CEID), so he could see where his uncle would feel that the Eclipse Consortium was no longer needed for their prosperity…which meant this meeting could go south at any moment—especially now that his uncle had put together his association with the Black Sun. That would have been the fuel he needed from CEID to act against Eclipse Consortium. While his contacts in CEID had not dried up, his assets had…

The Underlord Eshro of Black Sun glared at his uncle and said coolly, “Uncle Alokunn…thank you for taking the time to come all this way to speak with my family and I on an ‘update’ with our house. It is a shame that you have forgotten the roots of how you have ascended to Syndic and who put you there. But I have seen how power can embolden the meek…”

Syndic Alokunn went from confident to nearly about to explode in rage. It was as if the very idea of someone contradicting him was unheard of. Gathering himself, he seemed to remember something unmentioned and immediately, the sinister smirk returned and he bragged, “Times have changed, Malicar. You see, as we speak, initiatives have begun to make sure there is no question that House Vesnam is not one to cavort with the likes of Eclipse Consortium, Black Sun, or whatever filth all of you come from…”

Pause.

He seemed to relish the next part, “As we speak, operatives from the CEID are eliminating your Eclipse Consortium Lieutenants across the galaxy, including any House Vesnam family members that would foolishly side with you and your sister over me. Since I gave the signal a few seconds ago, most of them should be dead by now…all that is left to do is to cut the head from the rancor—kill them.”

Malicar knew he had underestimated how desperate his uncle truly was and he had done nothing to protect his lieutenants and family members across the galaxy. The pit of his stomach dropped as he realized that many of his trusted associates and Raith family members would die today...along with him and his associates if they did not act quickly.

A bluish shield sprung up in front of Syndic Alokunn and his elite guard. The armored bodyguards, began to step through the shield, leveling their blaster rifles…

[member="Eriate"]
[member="Bal'Falan Hasati"]
[member="Adrian Dyson"]
[member="Graw ek'Thun"]
[member="Lost Hero"]
 
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Graw moved along with the Black Sun contingent as they walked from the ship to the main building where the meeting would take place. He was not the point of the group, more the tail end Charlie, making sure they did not get surprised from the back. He eyed several of the gun emplacements, taking notes of blind spots and areas where the guns might not be able to target them. As they stopped, Graw moved to one side of the gathering, setting up a crossfire situation should things during the meeting inevitably go pear shaped.

Upon sighting the Chiss in the deep violet robes and his honor guard of soldiers, Graw felt a deep hunger in his stomach. He could feel the tension in the air, the predator in him rising to the surface as he regarded the groups approach. Graw listened to the conversation, watching the movements of the Chiss and how he reacted to Malicar and his replies. Graw knew a set up when he saw one, so this so-called ambush was amateur in the extreme. Amusement crossed his face as he smiled to reveal rows of serrated teeth, chuckling to himself at the posturing and beating of chests. Did this puffed up purple buffoon really think Malicar would just roll over and play dead. Things were about to get interesting and Graw was tensed like a hair trigger ready to pounce.

After Malicar finished taunting his uncle, Graw could see the trap’s jaws were sliding shut. “Well that will just not do” he thought to himself. Turning, Graw used his great strength to rip a large ferrocrete bench from the ground nearby and heaved it towards the advancing guards. The bench sailed through the air and flew through the blue shield as it sprang up before slamming into the ground, giving Malicar and the family in front a distraction and thus a moment to react as well as a handy piece of cover. “Malicar DOWN!” the karkarodon shouted as he roared his battle cry and dove towards cover himself. He rolled hard, tumbling onto one shoulder and wincing as he felt the cartilage there shift and grind against bone. He would definitely feel that in the morning. He rose as his roll ended, his EM-6 Raider Shotgun rose in his hands as he sighted in on the leading armored soldiers and looked for an opening to fire.
 
Gad proceeded inside the station, flanked by his mercenaries and whoever else didn't have a rocket-pack to catch up with the rest of the Mandalorians. As they entered a room security droids started entering from the other side. Gad fired at the first that came in, with the rest of the group following up. They were relatively light droids so they fell pretty easily.

As the droids came in and were shot a cylinder accompanied them into the room. It popped and from it a cloud of smoke quickly began to obscure the room. It obstructed any view of the entry-way where the droids had came in. "Get to cover!" Gad ordered. As he did so, a stream of blaster bolts came out in pairs, expertly hitting two of Gad's mercenaries. One was taken down but the other managed to find some cover before he was blown away.

Gad found cover behind a pillar and considered the situation. There was no way those were the same droids. The security droids walked in blindly and were taken out easily. Whoever or whatever these enemies were, they were more cunning. It was clear that they used the security droids as distractions and that they could somehow see through the smoke. Likely with some kind of thermal or similar vision device. It was also possible that these were better droids as well.

He prepared a sphere from his gear and threw into the general direction of the entry-way. Just a moment later there was a loud pop and crackle, followed by two metallic thumps. Droids.

[member="Kat'ra Smart"] | [member="Vox Stath"]​
 

Azulas Shag

Guest
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Location: Fill 'er Up station orbiting Orondia
Equipment: Two Slug Revolvers

Accompanied by: Oberon and Tigris
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It would start off with a bang, literally. The flashbang would roll into the main lobby as the pirates would be playing poker around a table set up in the center. There would be two consecutive bangs, the first being the flashbang going off, proceeding to blind everyone int he room, and the second being the door being kicked open by none other than Azulas himself. Several smaller bangs would follow suit as he would unload the revolvers into the staggering pirates, making quick work of them before he dashes to the table, flipping it on its side and taking cover. Three other pirates would rush into the room, bringing up their guns to fire, only for Oberon to deafen everyone in the room with a primal roar of anger, jumping one of them and ripping out his throat. Tigris would follow suit, tackling the second from behind. The third pirate would scream, before Azulas would peek out behind the table and blast the man away with the remaining rounds of his revolvers, before popping the canisters out and quickly sliding new ones into place.

Oberon and Tigris would vanish, prowling the outskirts of the room as silence slowly creeped into the room. Soon the alarm would come alive, blaring and filling the room with a sickly red light. He had made quite the entrance eh? He couldn't help but grin. He took inventory of the room, two doors behind a bar from where reinforcements no doubtfully will come in, and the door leading out to the docking area which he had already cleared. With his might he'd pick the steel table up, rolling it over and in front of the door, proceeding to grab another table and do the same before turning and blasting a pirate who so foolishly rushed into the room without cover. He would slide across the bar as a hail of blaster fire would spill out of the unblocked door. Breathing heavily he'd close his eyes, before steadying his breathing. He'd skirt along the counter until he's right beside the door, blaster fire still spilling out and crashing against the far side of the room. He'd reach to his belt for his thermal detonator, turn it on, let it beep for a second before tossing it into the room which would be followed by an explosion. Today was going to be fun.
 

Messorem

Go then, there are other worlds than these.
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Objective 3
When Pilots Lounge
Black Sun is beginning to field its own Navy. Pilots from across the galaxy convene often within the Pilot’s Lounge on Orondia. Recruit some of these talented crewman to man many of the Black Sun ships that are coming down the line and already in the service of Black Sun.



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People loved free drinks, people loved it even more when it was free drinks, and a job. Subsequently, many people loved Messorem when he approached him. He bought them drinks and offered them jobs. After only around half an hour of doing this, Messorem had practically hired every downtrodden looking individual in the pilots lounge. Now things would get tough though, attempt to get more pilots here, thus the more well off people, or head somewhere else. Then Messorem realized that he didn't know where else to go, as this lounge was one of the best to be had here. Sighing in slight frustration, Messorem approached one of the more well off looking people and began his spiel.

2 minutes later he received a slap on the cheek from the now offended female pilot. He didn't know why, but they always could slap well, even more so when angry. Though Messorem didn't know how he'd offended this particular female now. Shaking his head in frustration, Messorem stood up, tipped his hat to the woman, and walked off. Now he just wanted a drink, he had enough pilots, and if that's the kind of response he could keep getting, Messorem wanted a few pints in him before he was hit again. Sliding into a bar stool near the bartender, Messorem let his head hang slightly, even as he began sipping at the random drink he'd just ordered. He'd be back at it again in a few minutes, as he still wanted a few more pilots in his organization.
 
Adrian followed the group, listening closely as they entered the estate. He was never one for following the traditions of his House, yet did answer when his family had summoned him. Even though he could have put some use into other dealings he had. He had other issues, such as how he would secure his rise as drug kingpin but knew that such ideals would take time to cement. On the other hand family business would also be important, considering they would help build prestige along the way, and that was just as important as weapons, men, supplies and man power of course.

The Cyborg had listened closely, the Underlord speaking closely to that of their family member. His guts telling him that it would be a double cross of course. It usually ends in a double cross if not half the time, yet chose not to say or act on anything. He only listened closely for what happened. As his guess started to point out, it wasn't before long that things went south. With the being in front of them speaking on how a lot of people would wind up dead. Even as they spoke to one another. Adrian already had his fingers close to his Blaster. Ready to bring it out, and start unloading several shots. Tension was high at the moment, and all he did was wait for what would happen.

When chit hit the fan, Adrian got behind the shield that was deployed, his blaster pistol unsheathed. Blaster bolts firing on both ends, as he could take several hits and still stand. Thanks to the armor he was packing, and that of his plating. He didn't say anything, yet only waited as the accuracy of his bolts hit their targets. It looks like they were all in the fight of their lives. And it was only two ways of walking out of here. Fight, or get out in a body bag, and Adrian wasn't so inclined on the latter.

[member="Malicar"] [member="Eriate"] [member="Bal'Falan Hasati"] [member="Graw ek'Thun"] [member="Lost Hero"]
 
Forgotten and dark.
Hidden between spiral star.
A Comatose dream.
Where and how there are.
No need to observe the stars.
Solemn which they shamed.
Death sticks and the spice.
Its all for exalted price.
Wrap your lungs and tongue.
 
Bal'Falan Hasati was irked by the diatribe oozing from Syndic's mouth almost immediately after he had begun speaking, his initial greeting was forced politeness but the twi'lek chalked that up to an established contempt the individual had for Malicar and those around him. The kind of disposition you'd give either a stray hound or an unwelcome guest, the facade of niceties quickly drained like the life support of a breached escape pod in the void of space, Syndic even deigned to divulge his master plan to Malicar and his retinue. It seemed the esteemed uncle had machinations that Malicar wasn't destined to be party to, nor anyone else associated with him it seemed.

Again with the double speak...

The irony came from the last thing Syndic said before the facade of pleasantries had dissolved completely, "At least we can forgo the pretense of cordial discussions now" she remarked as diplomacy abruptly ended and conflict just as quickly began. She hadn't ignored or failed to notice the precarious location they'd been asked to meet the chiss uncle at, the travel to this specific location had put her and the rest of the group at ill ease, she could sense the apprehension as readily as she could sense the falsehood in Syndic's sincerity. When the blasters came up and a ferrocrete bench came crashing down she did what anyone trained and equipped with a lightsaber would do, albeit reluctantly due to the painful memories evoked each and every time she heard that chilling pulse of her weapon igniting.

Immediately slipping into a soresu stance, Bal'Falan was now in her best form to not only defend that of her allies but also to deflect any offending blaster bolts back at her new found enemies, however due to the array of threats massing on their location she would not be able to sensibly press the attack without consequently leaving Malicar and the others exposed, and so like a good little jedi enforcer, she protected her charge to the best of her ability. One of the many benefits of a lightsaber was not having to worry about running out of charge packs or ammunition when you or your retinue didn't come equipped to wage a small war. She wasn't completely without some measure of offensive capabilities however, in between deflected blaster bolts she'd throw her free hand forwards and with the gesture and a brief exertion of concentration she would call upon the force and push the nearest assailant off their feet and then sum as they yelped from the invisible impact that had sent them speeding some several feet away. "Malicar, advance or withdraw?" she called out urgently.

[member=Malicar] [member=Eriate] [member=Graw ek'Thun] [member=Lost Hero]
 
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He had underestimated his uncle and his resilience in seeing Eclipse Consortium outed. With the backing of most of the CEID, House Vesnam would now displace the criminal organization. It was a double-edged sword for The Syndic of House Vesnam, but this was the road he chose and now would have to live with it. Malicar did not wait even one second to give instructions. Dipping his head at his Uncle, the crimelord yelled, “Out! We’re leaving!”

Even as the words crossed his lips, the small docking bays began to empty armored Chiss wielding blaster rifles, now wanting to join the fray. Malicar knew his Uncle anticipated that he would go down fighting here, but that was never going to be Malicar’s plan. He just knew they had to survive. In the Underlord Eshro’s mind, if he got his bodyguards and lieutenants out alive with him, it would be a win…

The rail pistols almost leapt to this waiting hands as he returned fire. Backing quickly out, darting from cover to cover, Malicar spoke into his comlink for his entourage to hear, along with his pilots, “Egress to the landing pad. Velus, give us some cover fire!”

Velus was the Captain of the Dark Remnant, but the large frigate was no where in sight at the moment. A Chiss operative rounded the corner bearing his blaster rifle. Malicar whirled and spun on his heel, loosing two shots into the gut of the sentry and kept backing out of the entrance of the dome. While the vice was beginning to close in on them, the House Vesnam phalanx soldiers had not closed the net on them on the outside. They could still make it to the landing pad…

[member="Eriate"]
[member="Bal'Falan Hasati"]
[member="Graw ek'Thun"]
[member="Lost Hero"]
[member="Adrian Dyson"]
 
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Graw sighted down the barrel of his shotgun, bringing the front row of armored Chiss into view. He fired twice, sighting at the lead Chiss. He was not the best shot in the galaxy but that was why he chose to carry the street sweeper. He felt the scattergun buck against his shoulder, a kick back that would have rocked one of the diminutive Chiss he was aiming at. The huge karkarodon might as well have been shooting spitballs through a straw for all the movement it caused on his shoulder.

The shotgun roared in the chaos and twin slugs punched one guard in the chest. They didn’t penetrate the heavy armor but they certainly broke ribs and dropped the advancing guard like a stone. The threat to the advancing guards got their attention and Graw was forced back into cover by a hail of fire from the Chiss. Over the din of battle and the blood pumping like an oil rig through his veins, Graw heard Malicar call for the retreat. The warrior in Graw wailed against the order, leaving battle before it was done was not in his nature but following orders came first.

Graw growled and looked towards the primary egress route. He could see a small group of Chiss that were heading to cut off their route. Graw rolled from one piece of cover to another, rising behind a handy statue that gave him a chance to get to his feet. He allowed the shotgun to fall to his side, hanging by its single point harness from his armor. He could feel the oxygen deprivation in his legs as he pushed them to the limit, getting as much speed as he could from the muscular appendages.

A line of hedges lined the sidewalk leading to the meeting place. A landscaper’s idea of an eye pleasing accent now became a line of sight break for Graw as he ran on the opposite side of the closing trap. The distance between the group of Chiss and the shark-man dropped quickly as he ran, ten meters, five, three. When he was within range, Graw did not slow down, his path was set, and he rounded the edge of the hedge at the run and launched himself into the ambushing Chiss.

There are a few things that one might expect when they come around a corner and are about to enter a battle. The sound of gunfire, shouting and the meaty thunk of metal and other things meeting bodies fill their ears. A melee of chaos would not be out of the ordinary, people fighting and dying. On that list certainly would not be a roaring seven-and-a-half-foot shark-man in full beskgar’gam flying at them in a cross-body tackle. Needless to say, surprise was achieved and here they are as the full seven and a half feet slams into the front three Chiss in armor. Two others were following the front three, a five man squad seemed easily enough to close the trap. Then again, they didn't account for a pissed off karkarodon mandalorian.

The first three are thrown backwards with the weight of the karkarodon as he slams into them. The inertia of the flying maneuver taking those three into the two that were trailing behind. The knot of disciplined troops suddenly becoming a swirling melee of teeth, arms, elbows, knees and legs as the apex predator given life went to work on the proposed ambushers. The ambush was sprung but back on itself as the close in fighter went to work. Blood stained his multiple rows of teeth as he used his weight and size to thrash about on the ground, pinning several of the Chiss and keeping others at bay and off balance with his snapping jaws, legs and arms. He was fully aware this was just a delaying tactic but expected the cavalry to arrive soon enough as they ran to the ships themselves.


[member="Malicar"]
[member="Eriate"]
[member="Lost Hero"]
 

Azulas Shag

Guest
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Location: Fill 'er Up station orbiting Orondia
Equipment: Two Slug Revolvers

Accompanied by: Oberon and Tigris
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As the smoke would clear from the doorway, Azulas would duck in finding the dead bodies of at least three pirates. Inside would be some kind of kitchen, where they would cook food to serve in the tiny diner from which he had just came. One pirate would be coughing, batting at the smoke as he retreated from the door. Such an easy target was barely worth it, but Azulas had a mission, one shot rang out and a thud of a body hitting the tiled floor. Oberon and Tigris were carefully perched behind him, their natural cloaking ability making them near indistinguishable from the tile flooring and walls.

Azulas would step further into the kitchen, his hand darting over to a plate of fries which were about to be served, shoveling a few into his mouth. "Got you now you-" the Pirate who had jumped out of the janitor closet would be silenced as both Azulas' pets would jump and begin shredding him. "I've heard that before mate." he'd muse before shoving another handful of fries in his mouth. His eyebrows would shoot up and he'd nearly choke as as a man would walk into the kitchen, covered head to tail in heavy metal armor and sporting an absolutely massive minigun. Azulas first action was of course to duck behind the nearest countertop as a hail of lasers would fly over his head, shredding the internal wall and already threatening to compromise the integrity of the station. Dying in the cold emptiness of space was not on Azulas to do list. He would hiss, getting Oberon's attention, before rotating his finger in the air. Oberon would roar, make himself painfully obvious, and sprint to the other side of the room. The armored man's trail of lasers would soon follow, pulling his efforts away from Azulas. Up he would come, bringing both his revolvers up and unloading both canisters into the man. This, would not have the effect he expected. The man would still be standing, although the slugs did badly damage the man's weapon. Soon the man would be roaring, charging across the kitchen at Azulas clearly intent on bashing his skull in. Azulas would shout out several expletives as he would dive out of the way of the enraged man. Oberon and Tigris would pounce, toppling the man and holding him down as Azulas would compose himself, finding his feet.

Walking over Azulas would look down at the man and sigh "I was hoping for more of a challenge you know." he would casually let the canisters of his revolvers to slide out and clank against the floor. New canisters would find their ways to the revolvers before the barrel would be pressed against the visor of the man, who's muffled shouting could barely be interpreted. "Alrighty man-" Azulas would feel his shoulder jerk forward before pain would shoot throughout his body, more expletives would follow as he would unload into the man's head and duck behind a stove top counter. Someone had apparently snuck in and blasted his poor shoulder. He could already hear the poor fool getting torn to shreds by Oberon and Tigris who's lightning fast reflexes had seen them scamper across the kitchen in lightning time.

Azulas would groan as he'd tear his sleeve, holding the cloth against the open wound. Today was not nearly as fun as he had been hoping.
 

Captain Gaki

Guest
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Objective 1
Fill Er Up!

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Location: Far Side of the Planet, In Orbit on Refueling Station #19
Current Equipment: Zenji Needles, DL-56 Blaster, Datapad

Fleet Roll Call:
Marauder-class Corvette "Reborn"
Solo-II Combat Freighter
Three Squadrons of Uglies (Mismatched Starfighters, 12)
Twin ATR-6 Gamma Assault Shuttles

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"Men, we are about to embark on a major operation. We need all hands on deck and everyone at their stations. We are on approach to Refueling Station Number Nineteen. Our orders is to bring it under control, disable comes second. We need that refueling station also because...well we are running low on fuel gentlemen and ladies. Everyone to stations and prepare for a short jump!"

Captain Gaki would watch from the bridge of the Marauder-class Corvette known as the Reborn as it would do a timed jump onto the unsuspecting Refueling Station as they been told it was unarmed though had a strong defensive force. Taking it as a challenge, they would soon see well enough what they were about to go up against as the entire crew would revert out of hyperspace onto a very well armed fleet in front of them as the red lights would turn on to signal their arrival as they read the readout. Three converted freighters made for combat, twin DP-20 Corvettes with a Pursuit-class Light Cruiser to boot which while not as deadly, was still going to be a massive undertaking to put down as Captain Gaki gave the command to fire, having the advantage as the two ships, the Solo II and the Reborn opened fire on the first DP-20 before it had a chance to react, scorching the left side of the DP-20s hull as the shields came up to take most of the brunt afterwards with the three squadrons of uglies would roar out, firing upon one of the squadrons in a decisive hit to reduce their numbers quickly as they acted like swift hungry animals as they tore apart each one of the starfighters, one of their squadrons now being no more as each one of their fighter squadrons chasing after another as the other ships started to open fire towards the Solo II and Marauder Corvette with the freighters focusing on the Solo II with the other three focusing on the Marauder Corvette as large volleys of laser cannons and turbolaser fire screeched through space itself. The three combat freighters volley laser cannon fire as it was not enough to start damaging extensively the Solo II, glancing off the armor yet melting through some of it at the same time, parts of the deflector shield holding still. The Reborn however would shake violently as turbolaser fire reigned down upon it, being thankful that it only glanced off towards the left sides of the deflector shield as they started to strengthen the side with the Pursuit-class Light Cruiser having to turn their ship into forward arc position.

"Captain! We read one starfighter squadron down, orders sir?"
"All starfighter squadrons, engage and keep the others busy. We shall handle mop up here! Solo II, focus fire again now!"

Almost on cue, the two volley fired with the Solo II getting at the right angle, hitting straight into the back where the engine room was as it blasted through the armor and into the engine core, hitting part of the reactor as a large explosion erupted from behind as the DP-20 would attempt to fire one volley as it glowed red and then, started to drift, being disabled. The Solo II crew cheered at their first disable of the day with Captain Gaki giving a bit of a smile, knowing they had a chance. The three squadrons of starfighters would attempt to dogfight, trying to outdo the other yet no one can land a hit, as if dancing. Then the three combat freighters would open fire onto the Solo II, attempting to destroy it as one started to hit through the side as flares of red would erupt onto the side of the Solo II for moderate damage though one made a fatal mistake, erupting right to the broadside of one of its sister freighters with them stopping before any further damage could be inflicted, burning through some of the first combat freighters hull. The remaining DP-20 and Pursuit-class Light Cruiser would open fire on the Marauder, attempting to bring it down now that the Pursuit was now in optimal range and in the right firing arc. The attack was devastating as it rained hellfire and brimstone on top of the Marauder as cries of crewman were heard across the Marauder, receiving a hull breach as the entire ship would whine loudly in distress.

"Sir! We cannot take another combined volley of that magnitude! We need to take out the other DP-20!"
"I am aware, Solo II and Reborn, open fire with full intensity!"

The pair of the Solo II and Marauder would open fire again with the Solo II doing a majority of the work, ripping through the armor of the DP-20 as it glowed red, it would not hold up much longer under this kind of firepower. The three squadrons of uglies would make short work of two of the starfighters with squadron three making a fatal error and showing their backs towards one of the suspecting squadrons. The three squadrons of starfighters destroy one a piece of the uglies, people screaming through their headsets as chatter lit up quickly.

"Lost Beta 1-3! We just lost Beta 2 Squad Leader!"

Then it happened, an eruption of firepower against the Solo II from the combat freighters, they did a heavy amount of damage towards the top as the sirens would whine across the ship with a hull breach happening on the top decks which had to be sealed off. However the DP-20 and the Pursuit-class Light Cruiser decided to try and end the Reborn once and for all as they rained upon hellfire and brimstone once again as the hull of the ship would erupt in flames on the inside, scorching those inside as the sirens wailed again, they were close to death as the ship sputtered as engineering crews struggled to keep her together as Captain Gaki got up to assist one of the gunnery consoles, having enough of their horrible aim today.

"We are about blown out of the entire damn sector! Do your jobs and OPEN FIRE!"

It really did not help the situation at all yet the Solo II kept a better track record than any other ship currently on the battlefield as they roared across and destroyed parts of the Corvette as it was hanging by threads as Captain Gaki ordered a disengagement and to fire upon the Corvette to finish it off with missiles, hoping to end it once and for all before it got any worse. The missiles would hit their mark as the corvette erupts into flames yet it still kept going, it was a baron from hell and it refused to go down without an ending! The three enemy squadrons would pursue and open fire upon the unsuspecting starfighters. As their firepower rained down upon them, an accident occurred as the third starfighter rammed directly into one of the damaged starfighters from squadron one, spinning out as it was destroyed. The three combat freighters once again erupted onto the Solo II Combat Freighter, striking true as it damaged parts of the armor as it was now exposed though the DP-20 from hell erupts in vengance, hitting the Marauder strike and true as it smashes into the reactor and forces a complete shut down as the entire ship goes dark, red sirens erupting inside as people started to scramble for escape pods as Gaki spoke into the communications.

"Men, our ship is disabled. Send out the ATR-6s, we need to destroy the Corvette at all costs!"

The twin ATR-6s would fly out of the hanger bay on notice, dumb firing their missiles directly at the DP-20 as it strikes its target true, hitting right at the center as it threatened to break apart yet in some strange miracle, it did not and instead, would float to the side with power being disabled across the ship, the entire ship hanging by threads of metal as it was a miracle of technology it still survived. With command broken down, the Solo II would end up taking command and ordered all starfighters to fire upon the first freighter as a volley of fire would erupt of missiles, it attempting to shoot them down but with the Solo II raining down hellfire, it disabled very quickly the first combat freighter as their numbers diminished quickly. The enemy squadrons however would bear down, trying to take down the starfighters still and make their mark, destroying two more as the situation then took the worst turn as the vessels erupted in volleys of blaster fire with the assistance of the cruiser, breaking in half as the Marauder crew can only watch in horror. The battle is now decisive yet Captain Gaki was gone as a long Z-95 would erupt from the hangerbay and join Squadron Two as there was yells through the communications to join firepower onto the remaining combat freighters as there was a loud whine with the ATR-6s as they erupted in turbolaser fire and missilefire to bring down the second Combat Freighter but as it rocked, erupting in black spots of fuel going out into space, it refused to be disabled with squadrons of their enemies raining down blaster fire as more of their number diminished, they were losing time as the cruiser gave a glancing hit towards one of the ATR-6s with a turbolaser blast as one more would be the end of it.

Captain Gaki flew the Z-95 personally, having used it for many years as his own personal destructive force of nature as he gave orders to his two remaining team members as they split off towards the single remaining starfighter squadron and ripped loose onto it with almost no precision, scrambling them as they engaged in dogfighting, buying some time for the others as the two fighter squadrons launch missiles and hit their mark with the ATR-6s launching proton torpedos at the second Combat Freighter as it hits right at the bridge, a thunderous explosion can be seen from the Marauder as it started to lay dormant, drifting to the side as the lights would soon go out. The remaining starfighter attempted to dogfight with Gakis squadron but was outmaneuvered way to well as the two enemy squadrons, one of which earlier ran into the other again would try and dogfight with the remaining two squadrons, losing starfighters again as the situation kept growing more dire by the minute with Gaki trying to salvage anything he could but they need the fighting chance, they had to take out the last freighter as it erupted in laser cannon fire on squadron one. Suddenly the first ATR-6 was destroyed by a volley of cannon fire as well as the first squadron of uglies with the consensus on board the Marauder to activate a Distress Beacon to all allies in the area. They were not going to win this without help.

The two remaining squadrons attempted to dogfight the other, the ATR-6 attempting to dock and hijack the last combat freighter. As the two squadrons of starfighters still fought for supremacy, the ATR-6 took a glancing shot at the last of squadron one, destroying it in a single shot as it did not pay attention to the landing, screeching right onto the third combat freighter with a sickening CRUNCH, grinding against the metal as it was permanently fused with the third combat freighter yet the boarding action would now begin. A bright torch would cut through their own floor, knowing that the ATR-6 was now considered scrap as the starfighters would continue to brawl into the space with the cruiser soon looming forward, approaching its prey. Then as if it happened, the metal would drop down as the five squads of four would enter into the ship and spread out, going straight towards the command bridge as the three crewmen would leap up from their chairs and proceed to have a firefight. The allied squadrons would get another kill yet the enemy squadrons would fire and destroy another starfighter in Gakis squadron along with the last starfighter in Squadron Three. Realizing how dire it was, Gaki ordered for the single most suicidal run he could think of as he ordered himself and the second starfighter to forward deflector shields and charge towards the Cruiser, attempting to enter its hanger bay and succeeds, smashing straight into the hanger bay with their fighters skidding across the ground as it would halt inside. Inside the combat freighter three, they would fight into the cockpit room as a remote explosive goes off, killing one of the marines yet as they entered the control room, they take complete control of the Combat Freighter as they start to turn and turn their IFF tags to Black Suns for future reference as the two fighter squadrons were taken by surprise as a volley of laser cannon fire erupts onto the enemy starfighters, knocking one completely out as it spins out and is destroyed.

As the battle seems to have slowed, the freighter now in control stares down the behemoth of the Pursuit, the Lethisk-class Armed Freighter now being part of the Gakis Pirates as it was now down to fate whether or not the pair on board the Pursuit-class Cruiser. The distress beacon would sound loudly for assistance as those who would come forward would notice the large wreckage of a battlefield and worse, the enemy cruiser now in sight, undamaged but staring down a recently taken over enemy freighter.
 

Zentripoli

Intergalactic Supergenius
BYOO
Start Up Capital
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Me? A Criminal? Fascinating prospect…

Zentripoli was always on to the next scheme. First, it was with the CIS, then the Sith Empire and when boredom hit an all time high, Zentripoli threw his lot in with Black Sun. In the end, Zentripoli wanted to get rich, live well and be on to the next technological innovation. While he could still do those things, Myra made it clear they could use his expertise in The Shroud—Black Sun’s intelligence agency. Being a creature that rarely slept and his mind was always working in overdrive, it seemed to be a good outlet for his intellect. The Underlord eshro didn’t care for droids, so Zentripoli made sure to stay well away from the leader of Black Sun and opted to report to Gad in The Shroud and work with Myra in the realm of technological innovations.

Varl was the planet that Zentripoli decided to set up shop. Zeralis Defense Technologies had been his staple for credits, so he saw no reason to do away with that company—it would just be a matter of overseeing the move to Varl. Zentripoli was not much of a slaver—sentients were smelly and unreliable, but droids? Yes, droids were much better to Zentripoli.

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In addition, Zentripoli was contracted by Black Sun to begin construction on different capital ships that would support a standing navy. All in all, it was getting interesting for the Columi...
 

KitKat

Well-Known Member
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Objective 1(Transitioning into BYOO)
Fill Er Up -
Kat'ra heard the others making their way into the station. This was good because they could help deal with the rollers. She had paused just behind a storage unit and was firing over her shoulder while the two got closer, their shields up. She threw a grenade over her head and curled up, ready for impact. A resulting BOOM shook the walls. The droids fell in crumbles and the ceiling caved slightly. The wall next to her had a hole in it now and to her surprise there was a small creature waving at her.


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"Are you sure you know where you are going?"

She had been following this damn rat looking thing for ten minutes and couldn't make sense of the pattern he was making inside the station.

"Sure... Very sure.... So close."

"You better be."
 
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  • Task Force Revenant
    Orbit of Orondia

For several years, a group of pirates calling themselves the Alpha Skulls, had taken root in the system, establishing their bases and setting up a lucrative trade, controlling the various refueling stations that orbited the planet. Things went well for them, for a while, but the time of small criminal organizations, was coming to an end. With the rise of the Black Suns Cartel, small 'businesses' like what the Alpha Skulls had going, were about to undergo a hostile takeover by a much larger player. A player with some fairly violent friends.

Although within its heartland it snuffed out crime wherever it could be found, applying swift and brutal punishments to those who broke the law, the Eternal Empire was a pragmatic nation. It had no qualms about working with less reputable groups when it suited its interests to do so. At the end of the day, business was business.

And the Eternal Empire was in the business of information. Secret shipping routes, the location of planets that were off the conventional maps, that kind of thing. And they were willing to pay with blaster bolts, to the misfortune of the Alpha Skulls, who were about to find themselves on the wrong end of a particularly lucrative business transaction.

Heavy Cruisers ENS Gratuitous Violence and ENS Gunboat Diplomacy led the assembled Task Force Revenant, along with the Frigates ENS Savage and ENS Crimson Dawn, complete with two squadrons of T-77 Stealth Interceptors to deal with any particularly annoying and intrepid pirates that got in the way. A full company of Ultranauts were standing by, for boarding actions.

Standing within the hangar deck of one of the cruisers, Tacitus hailed the Black Suns agents in the area, on a frequency that was provided to him for this exact purpose. "Attention, all Cartel agents. This is the Eternal Empire. Task Force Revenant standing by to assist. Assets deploying in ten standard minutes."

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Captain Gaki

Guest
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Location: Far Side of the Planet, In Orbit on Refueling Station #19
Current Equipment: Zenji Needles, DL-56 Blaster, Datapad
Current Squad: One Pilot

Fleet Roll Call:
Lethisk Armed Combat Freighter (Captured) (Nineteen Marines)

Enemy Roll Call:
Pursuit-class Light Cruiser
Squadrons 2 and 3 of Three Starfighters

Destruction Notes:
12 Squads of Uglies Destroyed


Disabled Notes:
One Enemy Combat Freighter Disabled
Two Enemy DP-20s Disabled (One extremely damaged)
Allied Marauder-class Corvette "Reborn"


Destroyed:
Squadron 1 of Enemy Fightercraft

Squadrons 1-3 of Allied Fightercraft
Allied Solo II Combat Freighter
One Enemy Combat Freighter



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The Lethisk Armed Combat Freighter would be staring down the nose of the enemy cruiser before it as a decision was made of the nineteen marines that still was on board. If they were going to have any chance of survival, they needed to rush straight into the belly of the beast and make short work of it quickly. It would take a few minutes but it was a chance they needed to take. A transmission played through Black Suns agent channels as the lead marine leader would answer, pushing the intercomn button and motioned towards one of the communications officers to relay the information.

"This is Staff Sergeant Leo Kieth of the Gakis Pirates. We are sending coordinates to our location as we have an enemy cruiser in our sights still guarding Refueling Station Number Nineteen. We are all that is left and we have captured one of their freighters and on a collision course to take it over. There is very few enemy starfighter craft remaining but we need assistance. Please help, our entire fleet is gone or disabled. Sending coordinates now.

As the data is sent out, the gunnery crews decided to see how well the weaponry was calibrated on the ship and the answer was very well as the gunnery crews destroyed two from the second squadron of enemy fighters as there was a hoot and hollar as they started to speed towards the enemy cruiser as the starfighters chased after them, the cruiser having it now in its sights. Inside the enemy Pursuit Cruiser, Gaki and his lone pilot would pop open the tops of their starfighters as they had a very rough landing, pulling out their blasters as a four man squad of enemy infantry stormed the hangerbay as Gakis Pirates had the advantage, opening fire with the use of their starfighters as cover, using only small blasters as two of the four enemies were killed, falling backwards as they got into defensive positions and fired back, hitting the fuselage on the Z-95 Starfighter. Back into orbit, the Lethisk charges toward the Pursuit Cruiser as the two enemy starfighter squadrons fired their missile payloads onto their former Combat Freighter, hitting right into the engine block as the entire Combat Freighter shook in anger as the crew held it together as the Pursuit Cruiser opened fire with its salvo of turbolaser fire. The Lethisk would twist to the side as it avoided the salvo of turbolaser fire and then would proceed to ram directly into the side, attempting to scrap onto it.

It would hit its mark as it would start to grind directly into it, not damaging the cruiser at all but would damage their own as it etched itself into the hulls metal as the men would yell and grab their torches, turning it on to cut a hole into the enemy cruiser to breach. While that occurs, the starfighters are informed of the firefight in the hanger bay as they go to enter back in. Gaki looking back and realizing what was going to happen, yells for the pilot to get out and rush for the door, pulling out his Zenji Needles now he was up close and using the force, throws all ten at the soldiers in front of him. Each one gets impaled by several of the needles through the weak points in their armor, using the Force to pull them all back as the Starfighters started to go into the hanger bay as the pilot closes the blast doors and shoots it shut as they looked forward, running towards the emergency bridge location as they use the comnlink to talk to the marines about to breach, having gotten word from the Marauder that was disabled, watching every move.

Captain Gaki and his pilot friend would run through the halls as they stopped as a patrol ran right on by them, searching for them as they kept looking for signs of a turbolift or any form of stairs. Meanwhile, the marines would breach into the Pursuit Cruiser, helmets on as they went through and locked the door behind them, marching through as they knocked out any crew member they came across unexpectedly, not knowing how far away they were from the Emergency Bridge. In a training lesson, Captain Gaki informed that the easiest way to take a ship was through the bridge or emergency bridge to seal and cut off all oxygen in the area. After twelve hours, they were to sweep through with oxygenated air suits and wipe out any stranglers that found air pockets. It was imperative to get there soon as possible before they started sealing all of the ship down.

The pair would run through the ship, with Captain Gaki literally screaming out loud what he had on his mind. "How the everloving piss can a ship this big have no directions! This is the wors-" "Capt-" "Not now! This is fu-" "CAPTAIN! Look to the left." And like that, it was there. They almost ran past it as Captain Gaki looked rather dumb as they entered through and looked around for any enemies, realizing the area was clear as they locked the doors and proceeded to start cracking into the main programming area through their datapad but were not experts at it like the marines as the alarm would start going off, informing there was intruders on the emergency bridge. The Marine Squadrons meanwhile started to sweep through the ship, still trying to figure out where the hell the Emergency Bridge was but having a signal open did help know where to go but it was all for naught as they did not check lateral, entering directly into the main bridge as everyone was stunned where they were as a firefight broke out, blaster bolts firing everywhere as the bridge was being overun by trained marines. While the Marines killed three of them, the Captain of this vessel, a very tall Trandoshan hissed as he was aged and was cybernetically enhanced, pulling out his weaponry and urging his men onward to kill as he had to load his blaster as one from squadron four was shot and killed.

Captain Gaki and his pilot friend would hear a ting ting as they urged him to open up, an enemy squadron outside as they started to lace with thermal paste to break into the emergency bridge. Meanwhile four squadrons of enemy soldiers would appear behind the marines and open fire, massacaring four soldiers as Captain Gaki would override from the Emergency Bridge and close the blast doors but could not seal it. The fourth and lone squad member would blast the door, buying them a bit more time as the other three squadrons opened fire onto the enemy before them as the captain was now reloaded and fighting back. As the squadrons fired back, killing another soldier, one threw a grenade as it went wide and one of them screamed not to do it but it was to late, the sonic grenade went off and shattered the nearby tranparisteel window as it howled loudly, each squadron including the captain in the room holding on for dear life as the shields try to activate to stop it. Several allied as well as enemy marines would fly out as the Captain jabbed his knife into the console, holding on as the shields would soon activate as they fell to the floor and entered defensive positions, unable to do anything as everyone scrambled into a defensive formation.

The battle for the Pursuit Cruiser was far from over as Captain Gaki gave updates to the disabled Marauders comns, trying to get it to be relayed towards any known entities in the area as the ship may be taken...or he is about to lose the rest of his men as he prepared to see if he can do any form of damage to on the bridge from afar as his pilot watched the door as it started to hiss.

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KitKat

Well-Known Member
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BYOO - Alone

Kat'ra continued to follow the small creature through the walls. Finally there was an opening in sight. When they came out they were in a small control room.

"What is this place? Why did you bring me here?"
 
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  • Task Force Revenant
    Orbit of Orondia

"Copy that, Staff Sergeant. Reinforcements arriving shortly," the response from one of the flotilla's comms officers came, her voice the exemplary calm and disciplined one of a professional spacer in the Eternal Navy. The heavy cruisers and their escorts wasted no time catching up with the pursuit cruiser, flanking it on both sides as their massive cannons turned and locked onto what scans suggested would be critical systems, just in case the firefight onboard went sour. The two squadrons of stealth interceptors danced and darted around, several of them falling upon three of the enemy starfighters like a pack of loth wolves pouncing upon a helpless bantha, converging from multiple angles and stripping the Uglies apart with precise bursts from their weapons. With the Ardan II-class flak frigates also closing in, the imperial forces were beginning to make headway towards establishing space superiority.

Deploying from within the hangar deck of the two cruisers, a group of four Styx-class dropships dashed across the expanse between the imperial ships and the enemy cruiser, tough and hardy little tin cans capable of withstanding massive amounts of punishment, though severely lacking in firepower of their own. They made straight for the hangar of the beleaguered enemy ship, deploying their troops as soon as they landed, eighty heavily armed and armored Ultranauts who stormed onto the deck. Sword in hand, Tacitus led the troops himself.

Silently and swiftly they advanced, never breaking formation or losing a stride, sections of fifteen splitting off at various intersections, headed towards various critical systems with a mission to secure them. They were soldiers and this was their profession, their calling, their very purpose in life. They sowed a crop of blaster bolts for a living and reaped enemy casualties come the harvest. It took them little time to reach Gaki's merry band of pirates just as the shields flickered back up in the aftermath of that stray grenade's detonation. Quickly deploying a KC-249 General Purpose Repeating Blaster squarely in the middle of the entryway, they began laying down covering fire as one of the squads sprung into action, taking up positions on either side of the bridge.

And yet, the disciplined, withering fire that the soldiers laid down, would soon seem like a minor concern for the enemy crew. The leader of the imperials strode onto the bridge and brought with him the apocalypse. Arcs of black lightning leaped from his extended fingers, scorching one of the enemy crew members and launching him halfway across the chamber, only to land in a heap of lifeless, charred flesh. Another enemy was simply lifted up by an invisible hand, desperately trying to claw at his throat as the life was choked out of him. Red lightsabers sprung up from his belt, seemingly of their own volition, lazily deflecting blaster bolts back at the ones who fired them.

Like all pirates, the Alpha Skulls were a hardy bunch, sharp and experienced in shipboard combat. But they had never faced a Sith Lord in combat, before.

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I hate force-users…

It was the first thought that came to Malicar’s mind. Even though his dear sister was born with a connection to the force, he did not trust it. He had seen how quickly power corrupted. It did so exponentially more than any Hutt could muster. His hate for force-users was really right up there with his hate for droids. But in the end, Malicar knew both force-users and droids were here to stay, so there was some amount of tolerance. Along with that tolerance and distrust came the need to be completely educated on that which he hated.

Bal’Falan Hasati and his sister Eriate were the only two force-users he would allow close to him within his organization. Fortunately, his sister trained his mind to be strong and vigilant against the mind-affecting talents of force-users. It had come into play more than once during his time in the criminal underworld…

In this circumstance, he was thankful Bal was in their midst as her lightsaber sprang into existence, deflecting the dozens of blaster bolts headed their way. The small group retreated quickly down the ramp and into the courtyard. Graw had cleared a path to the where their LZ would be.

Almost falling out of the clouds, The Dark Remnant, the large frigate, began to open up with its turbolasers as the group made its way to the Shadow Hammer on the nearest landing pad. Malicar’s MAP-30s were spitting out eerily silent shots, finding their mark on any soldier that seemed to take a bead on Bal. He wanted the force-user to have her complete concentration in providing their egress opportunity.

As they made their way up the landing pad ramp to the open cargo door of the Shadow Hammer, Malicar couldn’t help to think that this would change the relationship between House Vesnam and the Eclipse Consortium forever. He also could not help but think off his many family members, friends, contacts, informants, and others that would be killed by House Vesnam and CEID this day, all across the galaxy. The Raith family was certainly on their own now and their family was now Black Sun…

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