Sullust;
Ground Level;
Objective Hunting.
[member="Althea Raxis"] | [member="Gillian Katar"] | [member="Malcom Renolds"]
Fire poured from the skies, its only clear warning the consistently louder engines of fully equipped starfighters. The droid's photoreceptors focused in, then out, compensating for the bright lights and powerful explosions. Shrieking rancors burnt into husks, holes torn into them as bordered by black, melting hide, now unrecognizable as the proud creatures they once were. Everything
on the monsters,
around them, anything
friendly to them, it was all vaporized in bright, technological fire. Xavka moved in acrobatic fashions, the same skills
Xenia had seen on Iskeria no dobut, only now in a more healthy body. Each attack he made seemed to come from experience, though there was something raw about it, an almost instinctual element.
<<Xavka, come with me.>>
The explosions didn't stop, sweeping across enemy terrain and opening them up just as they had the rancors. Five Sphere soldiers thrown like rag dolls at the explosion of their own anti-aircraft battery, another eight caught about in stray turbolasers. A carpet of those fallen or those close to it lay wide spread surrounding them. Sheathing the pistols it had been using, Detox retrieved the clean silver and black metal handle of a lightsaber, letting the stretched object filter in twirling flips through its fingers. To Detox's right, far closer to Matsu than itself, were what remained of the suddenly
underwhelming barges. Although it hadn't caught the fate of the first barges visually, it was clear enough that each carcass of a vehicle had suffered some sort of a collision. Blunt force trauma enough to tear each gunboat apart, forcing them against the sand as if it were some long lost enemy. Straight ahead, over what remained of the battlefield, was an enclave of buildings. Pointed weapons, thick metal walls, and a surround of swirling Sphere grunts to act as
castle moat.
<<TACNET BROADCAST>>
<<ATTN ALL: Fighter squadrons from Captain Raxis have been reassigned to support by fire role. Call targets as you see fit.>>
<<Air team, target the enemy encampment. Remove all signs of life or hostility. We're preserving nothing we can see, reduce it to rabble.>>
Crouching and then sprinting with bent posture, Detox was sent like a spear towards what the enemy troopers, rough clad armor which didn't match, large and small guns, no lines in their rank. With Xavka in tail, Detox let loose the crimson blade of a Sith's lightsaber and let its holo-projection begin to activate. Light specks swarmed like bees around it, and then, as if it hadn't ever been any other way, Detox looked like--
was Matsu Xiangu, Lord of the Sith, conqueror of worlds and once Empress of Coruscant. The first to see it, her, Detox's guise, rose in fear. It wasn't probable to assume that he had any real connection to Matsu specifically, or that he had even seen her. The red blade of a lightsaber was telling enough to more experienced combatants. But before he could take aim to fire Matsu's image vanished completely, reappearing at the same time four feet ahead of where it had been as if in a feat of teleportation. The blade sizzled when it ran him through, boiling his blood for a few ungodly seconds then casting him aside, dead. The next closest weren't so lucky, Detox's petite form whirling round on its heels to strike them down in well aimed ataru maneuvers. The acrid scent of flesh lifted in pale smoke, rising first then falling back to haunt the black rocks below.
<<Move aside, fowl flesh.>>
Even Matsu would be hard pressed to discern differences between her own voice and that of the droid's. The holographic projections allowing it to do anything it pleased, a full manipulation over most visual senses as accomplished through machinery. Detox could reanimate the dead, raising corpses which hadn't ever existed, it could look like it was here, when really it was there. Confusion caused hesitation, guess work made them panic, and dread kept their fingers on the trigger long enough to be cut into pieces. Internally, the droid opened up its comm channels once more, this time patching into one of the many local feeds until it was linked Matsu and those around her in an umbrella transmission.
<<Jamming fields are interfering with any and all bio-scans and telemetry reports made from orbit. We're blind going into those tunnels.>> One victim had dropped her gun altogether, instead determined to meet the supposed Sith Lord blade to blade, brandishing some clumsy, metal toy.
<<No, not blind... I'm picking up some kind of heat signature, not organic. Something massive, an energy signature, like they have a whole factory under us. I'll have to get closer for a better reading. Hold please.>>
With zabrak in tow, Detox removed the woman's blade arm first, a flipping movement of the wrists made in parry, then a second whip to carve her head from slender albeit armored shoulders. Her
comrade, some enraged, charging
lunatic met a much quicker end, filleted down the middle so that his obviously inhuman insides fell out in grey coils. His cries seemed only a prelude to the deafening noise of engines firing from above.
From tunnels Detox hadn't yet seen, freighters and frigates, gun ships and unarmed transports gave rise, their weapon systems booting up. The Sphere was making a retreat, pulling out their essential resources as they had done nearly every time the Arceneau Company had attacked, running like cowards on the wings of speedy starcraft. Detox's face, that of Matsu's beholding grimace, sneered while speaking
<<They're attempting a retreat of some kind. Protecting some cargo they want out of our hands, there's no way they're evacuating personnel. Whatever's in those ships must be valuable.>> It almost sounded scornful, or humored, the voice of Matsu running thick trills of pleasure in what surely would be rendered an obsolete task. Above the planet, surrounding space, was the Trade Conglomerate's blockade, ready to make a full display of what happened to those who ran or fought.
Like enraged insects, whatever was left of the Sphere's air craft and fighting numbers rallied back, centralizing around the largest ship of the emerging fleet, an armored titan in comparison to the rest. A plagued victim when set beside anything the Conglomerate owned.
<<Perfect.>>
Objective Information;
Detox Data Packet.
Objective 1; destroy Sphere gun barges. In Progress.
Objective 2; kill (1/2) tyrant rancors. Complete.
Objective 3; kill (2/2) tyrant rancors. Complete.
New Data.
Objective 1; destroy Sphere gun barges. In Progress.
Objective 2; push through Sphere soldiers into the tunnels. In Progress.
Sullust System;
Over Sullust;
The Fleet.
[member="Gerion Ardik"] | [member="Tmoxin Temi"] | [member="Alric Kuhn"]
Command Bridge;
Commander Simpit.
Was Danger implying that they, the Trade Conglomerate, were possible a threat? The ones who had come in a relief effort, the ones who had come to purge Sullust of the plague which sickened her, too.
"We'd never," Simpit started, then stopped abruptly as if choosing against that line of conversation.
"Lady Arceneau, the Trade Conglomerate is here to rid Stratus Sphere's hindering effect on local government." Simpit paused, having to actively cool herself from the thought bomb she had sent ticking in her head.
“Just what are your plans for these skies thereafter?... or is that a discussion set for Miz. Nasstassia?”
Simpit
loathed the implication, loathed any implication which made her appear smaller than she
should be. Especially not when every one of her pilots and tech teams could hear it. All but shrinking, Simpit nodded and checked something on a terminal's screen. From the holo-image no details would be clear.
"Directorate Nastassia isn't available at the moment," Again Simpit checked something on the screen before her, looked frustrated for a second, then back at Danger.
"Though she extends her invitation graciously, says she's been expecting you. Shall I send you boarding information? Our embargo would be honored to enjoy your presence."
Sarlacc's Luxury Halls;
Xenia Nastassia.
It was clear there was more. More than anyone present was saying. The slouched posture which Alric took, the heavy drink clutched between strong fingers. The unstable way in which he looked at Gerion, whose incessant remarks seemed to bore under Alric's skin with unyielding ease.
"The deterioration of the Omega Protectorate will mark hardship on many different worlds," Xenia countered Gerion quickly, her smile pointed and her face sharp.
"Hardships which will require this Conglomerate to undergo considerable growth should we make an attempt to counter it, or," Xenia added
"turn a profit." Turning to smile at Tmoxin, then back to Gerion, Xenia leaned forward, bouncing her thoughts from the rim of her half full glass. As if satisfied with Gerion's appraisal, Xenia looked towards the ocean of faces and then quickly back.
"Though we're not the only ones to rise from these ashes, it seems a new menace is birthed in challenge at the passing of each day, the Stratus Sphere are only the beginning. And yet with each passing Conglomerate victory more are rallied to our cause. You're right, Gerion, these outer worlds will soon become a treasure trove."
At once the room's noise was overtaken by the pounding throb of turbo-cannon fire, powerful offensive batteries sending a charged energy through the room. For a visible second everyone paused, unsure of what the noise meant. Then it rang clear again, not to be heard so much as felt in reverberations as they ran like blood work through the veins of Sarlacc's inner sanctums. Xenia might not have given it attention had everyone else not done the same, returning her focus only after the beat of blaster fire became a steady metronome. The viewports which lined the Sarlacc's luxury chambers revealed space, the thick, molasses of black galaxy. In the distance, barely visible under the glow of red-orange Sullust, were a shower of miniature explosions. From this distance, fighters and frigates looked identical in their fiery, brief deaths. Turning back to her gathered crowd, pretending like there weren't lives being crushed behind her, Xenia gave turned her focus to Alric, seemingly more serious.
"What interest does Vanir Tech have in our Conglomerate? Unless you're here for the sweet rolls."