Starline Express [TSE Incursion]

[Yaadri Osi-Yyn]

The Time Foundry,
Chiloon Rift.

The droid clanked and flicked. It's body able to move freely in various directions, it was useless he would give a final push for power in his blades attempting to fling the blades of the droids upwards as he did the knife punctured the Iron Knight. Vethis would step backward in a sharp manner. "Ergh." He huffed. Another feat of telekinesis would leave the Acolyte's hand, attempting to push the already impaled knife completely through the rest of the Iron Knight.

Various ideas ticked around the hybrid's mind, he had little time. Before the Zambrano would vanish. Seemingly shifting between the light, becoming darkness. It would seem as if the Acolyte had abandoned the mission. His comrade would believe to be alone before Venthis would reappear behind the Iron Knight. Attempting to thrust his blade through the Droid in a vertical strike from head to bottom, in an attempt to split it in two.

His crimson blade rippled through the air, his emerald eyes contrasting against it as his hair remained in a bun.

[member="Emerald"] | [member="Lark"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

[member=Vereshin] [member=Hark! An Iron Knight]

She was hit by telekinetic wall, as she charged forward. Her hide armour gave her some protection, though she still ran into a wall, and then through it. She was in a state force rage, otherwise she be reeling in pain now, she had cracked two ribs. That as well a hairline fracture on a wrist bone, and a bloody nose, as her helmet rammed back into it. The rage shield her from pain of this, and damage would have been much worse, if was not the hide armour. The alchemist leather, gave her protection from the force , but only limited from telekinesis powers. She was soon upon the iron knights, and began to slash wildly at them, but with speed and determination. she had no other though in her head other than turning them into scrap metal. She did speak but her words where incoherent, to anyone.

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin's group moved as one unit, an even amount of space between reach person as they gradually navigated down the hallway. It was somewhat surprising how easy they were able to work together, especially given they had only been organized shortly before the mission.

Aria was to blame for that, throwing her apprentice into a leadership role at the last minute. More so because Vaylin was the odd one out. The sith knew one another, as did the troopers.

Somehow there was some measure of cohesion between them, even though their communication was limited. Vaylin and the other sith could use telepathy, but that would leave the troopers out of it.

Why is it so clean? I thought they had massacred everyone on board, so where's the bodies?

I agree, why would they even bother to do something like that?

The Zabrak was in agreement, and suspected it was part of a ploy. That or there had been no conflict whatsoever on this side of the station, which Vaylin believed was highly unlikely.

As they continued on, she peered left and right each time there was another maintenance display. Something about the way it the screen shimmered ever slightly...it didn't settle well with her and she found herself watching them as the group passed through.

Soon they were upon a break in the hallway, splitting in two directions. Vaylin raised her hand up, fist clenched in a silent motion for everyone to stop.

It's too quiet...

[member="Emerald"]​

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

Time Foundry
Corridor.

Code more complicated than it ought to be, trace calls, Filiae could have recognised a venting procedure if she saw one, they were common-place due to the necessities of space-travel. Anyone who had taken more than one look at the codes of a ship or space station would know what they looked like.

She tried piecing the bits together: The unusual colouration, strange code, this place. It was taking an awful long ti- You know what? Kark this thing. Usual droid protocols were clearly off and pretending not to see it was dumb.

She stared over at the blast door while it clicked away, her mind venturing into the Force and the secrets of Mechu-Deru. She did not risk controlling the droid, another user with a similar ability would explain its strange behaviour, but the blast door? Not likely. She found her way to the locks, keeping them in mind as the unit, C-2-8, turned to her again and displayed respect.

“How nice”

Before he could straighten up, she would wrap her arms around its’ head, place her cybernetic leg on its abdomen and push each piece in separate directions with enough energy to tear the head off the shoulders of even the most well-put-together protocol droid.

Following the rapid decapitation, the Chiss would grab on to the console the droid had previously worked with, her metal arm clutching on to it harder than one ought to forgive as she directly influenced the blast-door to unlock, open for a few seconds, then re-seal itself. Hopefully sucking the droid’s body into the damaged segment while Filiae herself remained anchored.

[member="Emerald"]

 

[Lark]

The Iron Knight convulsed, and for a brief moment Lark thought that the mechanical beast had fallen. But then machinations built within the droid clicked and whirred, and a torrent of powerful strikes disrupted Venthis's focus. His knife found it's mark, for all the good it did. Lark swore he heard something pop, but he couldn't tell with the buzz of the droid's sabers. If he did hit something it must not have been essential, for the Iron Knight continued the attack like the dagger was little more than a small insect.

Lark sighed, now his knife was lodged in between the droid's armor plates. He quickly drew his enchanted sword, and turned to face his companion. But he was met with only a dark wall, Venthis was nowhere to be found. It was surprising, but Lark wasn't overly shocked. He had been abandoned so many times he had become jaded to it. But why? We can beat this lifeless husk of metal. With only one target left, the Iron Knight charged directly towards Lark. Taking a defensive position, Lark met it head on. He swung his blade wildly in an attempt to force his opponent back, to almost no avail. He imbued the Force within himself, an invaluable technique taught to him by his Master. But even then, with reactions and speed far greater than what they were before, he could do little more than deflect the blades as they struck at him. He couldn't risk reaching in for his knife without losing his hand.

And then, a crimson silhouette formed behind the Iron Knight, and Venthis's actions became clear to him. Lark didn't appreciate being used as a distraction, but given the circumstances he could let it slide.

[member="Venthis Zambrano"] [member="Emerald"]

 

[Vereshin]

In the moment Harley charged forward and blatantly ignored Vereshin's command, the passive sorcerer felt an uncharacteristic burst of rage as she interrupted his concentration. Before he could complete disassembling the droids from within, one of them displayed a Force imbued shield and blocked his telekinetic reach. The second surged forward with a veritable slam of energy and knocked Harley backwards. Vereshin quickly found his feet and backed away to lean against the wall while Harley charged into the Iron Knights, quickly turning them to scraps of metal.

Vereshin was furious. The woman risked his life and made a cacophony of noise, alerting any surrounding droids to their presence. As she finished with the Iron Knights, her partner stood upright to face and her and smacked her cheek in a short slap.

"I told you not to attack them, you dull woman!" The sorcerer scolded Harley and quickly began his pace through the next corridor. He raised his voice in a feeling of anger he did not recognize. With his life on the line, emotions riled quickly and he had no tolerance for reckless action. "You've alerted every droid in the station to our presence, we have to move quickly now before we get caught." The affection was short lived and Harley's penchant for violence earned his disapproval. Vereshin slid his hands into his pockets and moved through to the next corridor, his senses peeled for any approaching Iron Knights.

[member="Harley"]

 

[Hailey Sosis]

After breaking the Iron Knights with her lightsabers, and her feet. She crumpled into a ball, she was in pain, a lot of pain. The force rage took it out of her, the telekinetic wall she ran into hurt like hell, now the rage was subsiding. She took of her helmet, and started to try and clean the blood of her nose. She then checked it, it was just busted not broken. Her wrist and ribs where sore, she did not realise they where broken, though she would in coming days. She then heard [member="Vereshin"] voice, he was displeased and said he told her not to attack. He had done no such thing, he never said "I am disabling them from within, do not attack them." She would of remembered, then again she felt under threat, so may be she never heard him. She said back at him, I am Sorry never heard say anything, honest I never say anything. She then saw him put his hands in his pocket, and walk past her. She wanted a hand up, she felt a tear come down her eye. She liked him, and he was being mean, she just never heard him.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

"How... annoyingly simple and even cliche your request is."

Impertinence coiled around his every work, a smirk pulling at his lips as he absorbed the order he needed to complete so as to gain the trust of whomever it was he had been speaking with. But, it would be clear to the voice, just as it was his intent, that such snark was not purposeful or even meant. Instead, it would be clear through posture and more, including the note of falsity that echoed within his voice, that it was put upon, false and created for the purpose of filling silence while thoughts span within the privacy of his mind. And, indeed, such thoughts did spin. After all, he was an Assassin, one well acquainted with death and if it meant that a unlucky being fell into oblivion and through towards the afterlife, then, so be it. But, the description provided served to stir a memory within his mind, a shock of familiarity with the description; even if it his target might not be who jumped to the forefront of his mind.

The from his comms broke those thoughts soundly and easily, causing him to shunt half-thought of plans to the back of his mind, with an ease born from practice and nothing more, as he turned his focus away from thought and towards the present. A small quirk would be the only response from the Iridonian as he realised that a map towards his target had been sent to him, a brief moment of admiration surging through him. After all, in such a casual action, the voice, the Droid he had been speaking with, had proven how deeply intimate they were with codes and electronics in general, hacking his private comms in seconds - if that. Even if they had not meant it as such, such an action only proved how much power they wielded. After all, power of electronics was a power above nearly all else in a Galaxy that was regulated by them.

Committing the path to memory, Lykos spoke softly once more before turning and leaving on his mission; the masked and cloaked form of Tiae'khta loyally falling into step behind him. "Death shall be offered towards you on this day. Sacrifice for progress is necessary, just as you said."

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Force Cloak and Stealth had long since become staples of Lykos' abilities; one of the few that he had sought to work with in the attempt to gain the ever elusive prospect of perfection with them. As such, as he stalked towards his prey, they wrapped around his form with a welcomed sensation - one that he had long since gotten used to and even anticipated at this point. As such, when he lay eyes upon his target, he was unseen - nothing more than one of the Shadows that he so adored. Unfortunately for him, his early thoughts on whom his target might've been were proven correct as he stared upon the visage of Darth Filiae - the recent student of his Master and fellow Aspect: Darth Ophidia.

Grunting in annoyance, a sound that would go unheard, Lykos palmed an item from the pouch upon his waist, cradling it in his hand as a single plan settled above the rest. Filiae had to die for him to learn from the voice the plans crafted by the looming incursion. Such was to be her recent fate in the eyes of the droid, such was what had to happen. The complication of course was what Ophidia might have to say in response should he learn that he had killed her student - he wasn't arrogant to believe that he could trump her in a fight with extreme luck - so it was best he avoided that fate.

Stepping closer and letting the Cloak pull away from his shoulders, even as he ensured the Tiae'khta had palmed the same item as he from her own pouch upon her waist and that she was still hidden from sight and sound, Lykos waited for the Chiss to set eyes upon him before speaking. A necessary factor if his plan was to work.

Bowing his head slightly towards her, Lykos lunged forwards, his cybernetic left arm leading the way as the blade hidden within the arm snapped into place - pointed directly towards Filiae's neck. All that happened prior to such a charge was a single muttered sentence; hopefully the meaning behind his words would be understood and it would make the whole situation less troublesome. "Conquest require your death. Death's Acolyte will not fade today, only you're stilled body will remain."

[member="Darth Filiae"] | [member="Emerald"]​

 

[Darth Bellum]

Location | Arriving on site
Objective | Reinforce and Subdue
Company | Currently himself

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It had taken longer than anticipated for Vexen's ship to arrive at the Time Foundry, scattered pirates hidden throughout the nebulae looking for any lone ships to pick and pillage having impeded his progress and become little more than a nuisance to him and his current objective. The Time Foundry was a rather critical shipbuilding asset that had gone dark and required reinforcement and if necessary annihilation of whatever foreign forces that currently controlled it. The obvious presence of numerous weapons platforms that were to occupy the fleet was something that Vexen did not cloud his own conscience with. His sole objective was to reach the station intact.

He would swiftly board a shuttle along with a few other units in an attempt to board the Foundry, the ship in which was transporting the shuttle making evasive maneuvers to avoid the asteroid field and any fire, moving in close enough to deploy the shuttle and make haste back to the fleet. Since most, if not all the airlocks had been locked down, it would appear that Vexen would need an alternate way in. The shuttle was by no means a viable assault craft capable of forcibly making an entrance, but Vexen had his ways as he ensures that the suits of he and his peers were sealed and pressurized. If one could not blast their way in, then they must make their own doors.

The shuttle latches onto the exterior hull of the foundry as the ramp lowers. Vexen quickly goes to work with his lightsaber as he ignites the crimson blade and begins to carve his way through at a reasonable pace. If there were any organics aboard that had made the mistake of not wearing pressurized suits on an automated station and ended up getting flushed out from the hole he made, then they were fools indeed. He cuts his way into one of the corridors, landing inside as the artificial gravity of the station weighed him to the floor. He stands tall as his lightsaber shuts off and he holds his arms and hands out in an almost celebratory manner before his booming vocoded voice echoed throughout the halls, boldly proclaiming his arrival with an overdramatic flair. "Kor Vexen has arrived!"

 

[Nan'eth'illa]

Time Foundry
Corridor.

First motion: Contact. Darth Filiae got her arms wrapped around the droid’s head. Her muscles tensed in preparation for the more arduous task of dismantling the head. Her leg left the ground, knee curling up in preparation for the pull when-

Thunk-thunk “Ugh!”

Steel hands thrust forward, striking her abdomen like hammers. Breath escaped her; pain and nausea shot through her system. Did she have to vomit? She felt like she had to vomit. She would not! Her arms clamped on tighter as she got her weight back on her feet, then jumped. The Chiss put her heels on the droid’s metal pelvis and pressed its head to her chest, then stretched as far as she could.

“Raa-Snap-snap-aaaaaa-crackle-aaaaa-Pop!-aah!” Thunk

She fell to the floor – a detached head clutched to her breast – and flat on her back. The wind left her again, but she was quick to catch it as she scrambled to the controls, clutched on, and focused on the locks once more. Just a little glitch. -And for a moment they yawned open and swallowed all. Air rushed past her, pulling on her body. The droid’s body was caught full-force and sucked through the door, passing it barely before the jaws slammed shut once again. She did not know how it would fare, but it would not have a good day from there on out.

Pushing herself up to her feet, she turned and started moving down the hallway. She felt sore after her tribulations, but there was much more to be done; so much more. But wait, what? The barest flicker of dark cloth and piercing eyes made Filiae pivot, back facing the wall - hands in front of her for protection.

Darth Lykos. He was not supposed to be there, not unless something had changed drastically. Her Csen’ai was his old master; was he removing competition? In this day and age, Sith had to be careful about such matters; there was far too much overlap. He spoke, but his words did make immediate sense to her.

“What?”

In response to the lunge, she stepped to the side; keeping the droid-head close to her neck for protection. Swiftly, in her side-step, she unleashed a kick with her closest leg: One made of metal, not flesh. It was aimed at Lykos’ front foot, at the base of his shin. A kick that would hopefully numb his ankle and slow him down for the rest of the encounter. Following the kick, she took two long steps away, giving herself distance while gliding into a protective stance from Teras Kaasi.

Only my stilled what? Death’s acolyte, Conques- Oh Aspects – Wait, what the feth?

[member="Emerald"] [member="Darth Lykos"]