defy the tyrannous stars
Location: Otherspace
Objective: Defend Civilians
Allies: [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Saffron"] [member="Doctor Yan Korab"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Ben Carlin"]
2/20
Passenger Deck, ANS Dawn's Horizon
Zark had not come across any more strange alien creatures on his way through the ship corridors to the turbolifts, although he could see clear and disturbing signs of their recent passage. When he reached the elevators, he found them sealed shut. Somewhere someone with privileges must have locked down this deck, likely in the hopes of isolating the carrier's passengers from their invaders. Briefly the Captain considered using the Force to pry open the durasteel doors, but in lockdown he would likely have to climb the shaft manually, and it was a long way up to the bridge. Still relatively new to the uniform, Pulsar wracked his brain to recall the exact layout of this type of carrier. The engine room was considerably closer to his location, and if his memory served there were some jefferies tubes on the other side of the deck that would lead him in that direction. The Captain was not much of a slicer, but with a lightsaber clipped to a holster inside his uniform jacket and the Force on his side he felt confident in his ability to access them despite the lockout.
Of course, all this meant backtracking across this deck towards the far side, through sections he had not been through before on board a ship with an unknown number of monstrous assailants. With nothing to do but get on with it, Zark gripped his heavy blaster in both hands as he moved back down the corridor in a tactical stance. Something was intermittently interrupting the flow of power to this part of the level, and every ten or fifteen seconds or so the hall would be plunged in darkness for the few moments it took for the emergency lighting to kick in, before the circuit was restored and primary lighting kicking back in. The malfunction both provided for a genuinely eerie atmosphere and seriously disturbed the Captain, as it suggested large scale unrest and unresponsiveness throughout the rest of the Horizon.
He heard them long before he came across them. There was the nightmarish chittering of the strange arachnids, but Pulsar could also distinctly hear the sounds of conventional weaponry, including blaster fire of a decidedly Alliance make. Kicking his fast but cautious walk into a still guarded jog, Zark used both his ears and the Force to hone in on the friendly life sources ahead, taking the correct turns as a matter of spiritual providence. Rounding a final corridor, he nearly stumbled into the chrome barrel of the Nabooian woman's pistol. Raising his hands and angling his own heavy blaster up and sideways in a startled gesture of peace, he marveled at the irony that he might have at last found this deck's holdouts only to be killed by a less disciplined trigger finger.
"Friendly!" he called out, "Captain Pulsar, ANS Rebel's Hope!"
It was all he or any of the survivors around them had time for before the Charon were upon them once more. The Defense Force officer's HBS-01 barked out on semiautomatic, effortless in his hand despite the weight necessary for the pistol's tightly focused particle bolt, its stopping power enough to give pause to whichever creature that found itself in his sights. He used his left, free hand to telekinetically hurl assailing Charon violently back in the direction from which they came. When the Nabooian at last called for a retreat, Zark found himself agreeing with the assessment. He too was running low on power cells, not having expected to find himself in the middle of a combat situation today. Luckily his sidearm took standard issue military grade ammunition, which would not be too hard to find on a Galactic Alliance capital ship, assuming they could survive the next few minutes.
Covering the Nabooian and civilian's retreat, he was not long behind, waiting for the security officer, strange masked archer, and redheaded passenger he could have sworn he recognized from somewhere for as long as possible before he ducked into the storage closet moments before the dark skinned Nabooian sealed the doors. The Charon must have cut the others off or delayed them somehow, as he perhaps somewhat naively clung to the notion that they were still alive.
"You see any other way out in case this door doesn't hold?" the armed woman asked as she sought for ways to brace the door against clawing arachnids.
"No, but I can make one," he answered, pulling out the lightsaber from inside his uniform. Had he had any time, he would have drawn it during the battle, but as quickly as the Charon had come upon him he hadn't even had time to reach for it, "Engineering is a deck below us. If I can cut through, we should be able to reach the hyperdrive without having to go through a horde of terrifying alien bugs who want to eat us."
Objective: Defend Civilians
Allies: [member="Ajira Cardei"] [member="Keric Dynt"] [member="Saffron"] [member="Doctor Yan Korab"] [member="Elpsis Elaris"] [member="Ciana Teigra"] [member="Ben Carlin"]
2/20
Passenger Deck, ANS Dawn's Horizon
Zark had not come across any more strange alien creatures on his way through the ship corridors to the turbolifts, although he could see clear and disturbing signs of their recent passage. When he reached the elevators, he found them sealed shut. Somewhere someone with privileges must have locked down this deck, likely in the hopes of isolating the carrier's passengers from their invaders. Briefly the Captain considered using the Force to pry open the durasteel doors, but in lockdown he would likely have to climb the shaft manually, and it was a long way up to the bridge. Still relatively new to the uniform, Pulsar wracked his brain to recall the exact layout of this type of carrier. The engine room was considerably closer to his location, and if his memory served there were some jefferies tubes on the other side of the deck that would lead him in that direction. The Captain was not much of a slicer, but with a lightsaber clipped to a holster inside his uniform jacket and the Force on his side he felt confident in his ability to access them despite the lockout.
Of course, all this meant backtracking across this deck towards the far side, through sections he had not been through before on board a ship with an unknown number of monstrous assailants. With nothing to do but get on with it, Zark gripped his heavy blaster in both hands as he moved back down the corridor in a tactical stance. Something was intermittently interrupting the flow of power to this part of the level, and every ten or fifteen seconds or so the hall would be plunged in darkness for the few moments it took for the emergency lighting to kick in, before the circuit was restored and primary lighting kicking back in. The malfunction both provided for a genuinely eerie atmosphere and seriously disturbed the Captain, as it suggested large scale unrest and unresponsiveness throughout the rest of the Horizon.
He heard them long before he came across them. There was the nightmarish chittering of the strange arachnids, but Pulsar could also distinctly hear the sounds of conventional weaponry, including blaster fire of a decidedly Alliance make. Kicking his fast but cautious walk into a still guarded jog, Zark used both his ears and the Force to hone in on the friendly life sources ahead, taking the correct turns as a matter of spiritual providence. Rounding a final corridor, he nearly stumbled into the chrome barrel of the Nabooian woman's pistol. Raising his hands and angling his own heavy blaster up and sideways in a startled gesture of peace, he marveled at the irony that he might have at last found this deck's holdouts only to be killed by a less disciplined trigger finger.
"Friendly!" he called out, "Captain Pulsar, ANS Rebel's Hope!"
It was all he or any of the survivors around them had time for before the Charon were upon them once more. The Defense Force officer's HBS-01 barked out on semiautomatic, effortless in his hand despite the weight necessary for the pistol's tightly focused particle bolt, its stopping power enough to give pause to whichever creature that found itself in his sights. He used his left, free hand to telekinetically hurl assailing Charon violently back in the direction from which they came. When the Nabooian at last called for a retreat, Zark found himself agreeing with the assessment. He too was running low on power cells, not having expected to find himself in the middle of a combat situation today. Luckily his sidearm took standard issue military grade ammunition, which would not be too hard to find on a Galactic Alliance capital ship, assuming they could survive the next few minutes.
Covering the Nabooian and civilian's retreat, he was not long behind, waiting for the security officer, strange masked archer, and redheaded passenger he could have sworn he recognized from somewhere for as long as possible before he ducked into the storage closet moments before the dark skinned Nabooian sealed the doors. The Charon must have cut the others off or delayed them somehow, as he perhaps somewhat naively clung to the notion that they were still alive.
"You see any other way out in case this door doesn't hold?" the armed woman asked as she sought for ways to brace the door against clawing arachnids.
"No, but I can make one," he answered, pulling out the lightsaber from inside his uniform. Had he had any time, he would have drawn it during the battle, but as quickly as the Charon had come upon him he hadn't even had time to reach for it, "Engineering is a deck below us. If I can cut through, we should be able to reach the hyperdrive without having to go through a horde of terrifying alien bugs who want to eat us."
