Sunspot Heist [Black Sun vs. Outer Rim Coalition]

[Myra]

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LOCATION: Sunspot Prison
OBJECTIVE: Free Prisoner

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Myra stood resolutely in the front of the stolen ORC prison shuttle, overlooking the motley crew who had volunteered to take this task. "The job is simple!" she'd shout, demanding their attention. "Our target's name is Farah Zambrano, she's recently made some breakthroughs in developing a type of plant capable of producing a narcotic like pollen, and we want it. We managed to sneak a message to her via a small network of corrupt officials within the prison itself informing her of our plan, but that network has since gone dark. There's a good chance the Outer Rim Coalition will have gotten together a small security force to try to stop us. I don't think they will." Myra could feel the shuttle come to a lurching halt, her hand would shoot out to a nearby support to steady herself as the ship began standard docking procedure. "Just remember! We're here to break someone out of prison! Not join it ourselves! Casualties are, of course, acceptable. You're all here because you do good work, I expect this to go smoothly."

With that she would nod at the crew assembled aboard the shuttle, before heading to the cockpit to see what exactly was going on. According to the pilot, the Sunspot Prison was allowing them to dock and disembark as any usual shuttle would. This could easily be a trap, or maybe the ORC really was unaware of their presence, but she doubted it. She would head back to the main cabin to check up on Daemos, the one who would do most of the fighting out of the two of them. Today was going to be interesting.

[member="Darren Shaw"] [member="Dah'lek Cho"] [member="Rajo Sobek"] [member="Rako Eclipse"] [member="Gad Calgaran"] [member="Atlas Drake"] [member="Adrian Dyson"] [member="Farah"] [member="Vyri"]

 

[Farah]

Location: Sunspot Prison Cell
Cellmate: [member="Vyri"]

This whole experience had really been a disappointment from A to Z.

The good doctor had been minding her own business, posing as a humanitarian aid worker on some backwater world in the Outer Rim. Why, yes, she had brought supplies with her. Water filtration and purification devices, non-perishable food, medical tools and medicines. Certainly, it didn’t matter that she’d been tampering with the local’s water supply, feeding them a steady dose of the drug she’d developed. How else was she supposed to determine the lethal dose? Only a handful had been left alive, which had been a mercy. Those who survived lingered in agony.

Neuropathy. Hallucinations. Mood disorders. Cirrhosis. These were just the findings she’d been imprisoned for by the back-water yokels of the Outer Rim. What did they call themselves again? The Judges? Childish. Couldn’t even properly vet their guards, given that one had approached her with an offer.

There is a group willing to bust you out.

Was it worth handing over the drug she’d extracted, to be free from imprisonment? The very reason she’d found herself in a maximum-security facility? The thought did not please her, but Farah knew her situation. This was her best option, and the drug had been more of a hobby than anything. The surgical floor at Coruscant General had been slow. But then the guard stopped showing up and the communications stopped coming through.

The door to her cell creaked open, and a new guard pushed another figure into her cell. “New roomie, Navarro.”

The Zeltron barely had the grace to grimace, golden eyes giving the new arrival a disapproving once over. First prison, now she had to share her cell? Unacceptable. Had the Outer Rim Coalition not enough room for all of their criminals?

 

[Kyle Farnes]

The nice thing about being a Mandalorian in the Rim? It meant that you didn’t have a planet to defend, the Clans to interact with. You had the one clan, Tabalhar, and they were scouts, they were doing what was right. That was good for Kyle. It meant he could moonlight, as a Warden, and as a supporter of the Alliance and Underground. Most importantly, it let him choose what and how he supported the Light and the free beings in the galaxy.

But the bronzed Mandalorian had been called up. Support was needed at Sunspot Station.

Great, prison duty.

But what it was, having him here, was an intimidation technique. One Mandalorian would be a threatening presence aboard the prison. For the nature of the prison, he was being brought aboard through a Coalition shuttle. His light armor was going to allow him the right dexterity to move, and with his dual quick-shot pistols? He’d be more than fine for keeping things secure.

Mandos really needed to realize it wasn’t always about the biggest rifle. As he stepped off the shuttle, he was greeted by the Chief of Security. Word was a cell block was under threat, but they didn’t have the cell itself identified yet. That was enough for Kyle, as he moved himself down the halls. Taking whatever team had joined him.

 

[Vyri]

Location: Sunspot Prison Cell

Cellmate: [member="Farah"]

Vyri caught herself against the door, her jaw clenched as she surveyed her cell-mate in turn. Well great. Wonderful. For once, why couldn’t things just go to plan.

She flexed her fingers as she felt the cuffs disengage from her wrist. For half a second she considered turning and making a break for it, her muscles twitching and coiling before she could reign them in and hold herself back. Stupid. Foolish. They wouldn’t even know where to look for her now.

Another shove got her off the door. She rubbed at her wrists as she felt it close behind her, leaving her locked in with someone that looked just as karked over as her. She grimaced at the woman and turned, surveying the door for a moment. Could she... no... Maybe? She shoved her hands into her pants and turned away from the door all together, walking in deep enough to unceremoniously slide against the wall and plop to the ground.

“You don’t got any water on you, do ya?” She asked, pulling out her thumb and gnawing on a torn cuticle. Her eyes scanned the ceiling as she spoke, the blue sharp and almost wild in the way they twitched from place to place.

“They never hand out water.”

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

A comfortable amount of hours prior to the present

When earlier in the day they'd told her she'd be working from an office, Scherezade had simply stared in shock. The Blood Hound of the Confederacy, the Crow of the Ministry, the pretending Pathfinder of the Knights Obsidian, generally, did not do office work. She was the one who was constantly tossed into fields, doing grunt work after grunt work, serving in the place where meat shields were cheaper than creating new droids.

And while it was true that the Sithling was still serving probation within the Confederacy and those six months were nearly up, even during those she hadn't actually gotten assigned at any point to paperwork duty (though there had been that one instance with a broom, but no one liked to talk about it or even mention that it had happened).

Still, she had shown up. Wearing her complete armor and wielding over fifteen blades as well as several firearms. Normally, not a single weapon would be permitted into the Citadel, but she was a Crow, and the clearance existed. The droid that led her to the office seemed to always glance at her behind its shoulder, as though it could not understand why a Confederate would be so armed in this place, and every time he looked, she shot him a huge and not so innocent grin. At one point, she could almost swear the droid visibly shuddered.

At last, she was seated in a large room filled with various tech and comm devices. A large dossier was laid in front of her, and she grunted as she began to read, soon enough finding herself unable to just sit down as she did so. Within moments the Sithling was jumping around, papers flying through the air as she speed-read them, committing details to memory and occasionally bouncing over to the secure terminal to punch some info in.

As night set on Golbah City, the file was ready. Grinnig, Scherezade hit he last button, that would send the information to the birds who'd be sent. Knowing two of them, she knew they would be ready, whatever may come.

Chirp chirp, motherkrakker.

[member="Saabossi"] [member="Celiana"] [member="Ingrid L'lerim"]​

SITUATION
We have received a communication from the ORC regarding the Black Sun Cartels, who will be arriving at the Sunspot Prison to attempt to extract Farah Zambrano. Farah Zambrano is a scientist that is held in custody by the ORC and has recently made several biologic breakthroughs.

MISSION / EXECUTION
Your mission, should you accept it, is to lend aid to the ORC.

• The PRIMARY OBJECTIVE will be to ensure that Farah Zambrano does not step a single foot outside of the prison, nor that managed to contact or gets successfully contacted by the Black Sun. While you may knock her unconscious in case of need, she is not to be killed.
• The SECONDARY OBJECTIVE will be to capture any members of the Black Sun Cartels and bring them in for questioning.

COMMUNICATIONS

• Should any questions arise regarding to the situation of the prisoner, you are to defer to the ORC. See attached files for those who will be involved, including their ranks.
• Any communications you may need with the Ministry are to go through Feyra Darling [[member="Scherezade deWinter"]].

Back to the present...

 

[Zak Amroth]

SUNSPOT PRISON
ARRIVAL BAY​

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"Secure the area," Marshal Rex Tyrosus towered over the rest of them on the edge of their gunship's loading ramp, "I want eyes on every access point we know about."

"You got it, hoss!" Zak chirped confidently, hauling up his breeches and noisily spitting on the deck.

"Amroth," the epicanthix growled. His voice was like iron, "No screwing around."

He straightened up his posture and delivered a textbook salute that instilled very little confidence in his superior.

"I mean it," Tyrosus snarled. The kiffar flashed him a thumbs up, not bothering to turn back around, "Wermo."

The Sheriff of Terminus whistled loudly while he walked. Before they arrived Rex and he had just been sorting out a misunderstanding over a shipment of spice that he had 'confiscated' and was personally 'inspecting' for any sign of...impurity. Before Marshal Tyrosus had a chance to strangle him to death a priority alert was broadcast over the ShadowNet. The marshal's flagship was still days out but Zak's starcutter was both closer and faster.

"Reach for the sky, dirtbag!"

Zak turned a corner and shoved his hand cannon in Kyle Farnes' face. Good thing the Force warned him someone was coming.

"Looks like I found me some intruders already," he flashed an award winning smile.

[member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Myra"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Vyri"]​

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Sunspot Prison
Allies: ORC, CIS [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"]
Enemies: Black Sun [member="Myra"]
Prisoners: [member="Farah"] [member="Vyri"]

"I want eyes on every access point we know about!" the security chief ordered the occupants of the station.

Janick made haste after this entire operation at the ICC on Praesitlyn because she feared one of the key prisoners held to be the target of a Black Sun raid on the prison. Of course, it was a game of cat-and-mouse or so she was led to think, so she needed to keep her Force-senses up to sense any unusual presence in the HVAC circuits. But to cover the most ground, she needed to be posted on one of the access points large enough for docking spacecraft on. One of the logistics entry points, such as the entry point for food. I know Griet, my former accountant that I cannot have audit the Utai Magic Circle, is much better at Neural Storm than I am, but I could always try, she thought, while she could sense something dark coming in from a cell block. Probably an intrusion or some such thing. And, as much as Mandos ought to learn that it wasn't always about who had the biggest weapon, dark-siders should also learn that it wasn't always about who could conjure the most powerful Force-powers. She wondered how best to engage the intruders, and how to get to them.

 

[Adrian Dyson]

Location: Sunspot prison
Objective: Free @Farah
[member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] @Farah @Myra@Kyle Farnes

Adrian was on the slow stepping stones to be a Drug Kingpin within Black Sun, first of all he needed a cook, no a chef who could make quality product. He needed someone with whom he could use to help him reach the place he needed. For the Chiss Cyborg he couldn't leave nothing to chance, and he would not allow anyone to stop him. He was a Dark Jedi yes, but he wouldn't reveal that unless under extreme circumstances, and besides with the ORC He was here to extract one Zeltron woman known as Farah. She was locked up in that Maximum Security Chithole known as Sunspot Prison. He would see to it personally that she would be under his custody. He would not harm her of course, yet she would be working for him, and he would see to it that it be done. With his sword and pistol by his side.

Listening to the Leader of the Operation, he got his weapons ready, his heavy pistol ready of course for what would happen. His sword strong enough to battle against that of a Lightsaber. Listening closely he was ready, ready for what he might face, his own goons stood behind him. Waiting for orders at his leisure. After all who knows what would come of this day, who they would face. Yet only one thing mattered and it was that of capturing the person who was good at making product. He would see to it that the prisoner was gained into his custody and kark anyone else who got into his way.

 

[Jak Skirata]

The Tal'Kara pulled in to dock with the Sunspot prison. After the standard checks the boarding elevator hissed as it lowered to the hangar floor. All around him things were buzzing with activity, more than usual which was odd. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other Davin looked down at the busted up Rodian barely breathing in the bacta suit laying on the hover gurney next to him. When he looked back up he met the glowing red gaze of Aran who shook his head disapprovingly.

"You know Captain Tyrosus has told you about bringing our marks in dead." With a sigh Davin pulled the helmet from his head with a click and attatched it to his belt.

"Well he's not dead." The droid looked down at the Rodian as the elevator landed with a small thud and then looked back at Davin.

"He will be soon. This bag is expired." Davin gave him a wolfish grin as he pushed the gurney forward.

"I wasn't going to use the only good one on this scum." The tall, modified KX-series droid's visor-shaped photoreceptors flashed in feigned shock at the Mandalorian's bluntness.

"Sir, we passed no less than three planets and two stations that we could have stopped at to replenish our supplies. Why do you insist on-" Davin put out a hand to stop the droid in its tracks as his danger sense started tingling at the base of his neck. Aran tilted his head in confusion. "Is there something wrong Master Skirata? We really should get poor Creedo here to medical processing." Davin nodded.

"Right," he muttered distractedly as he watched the hangar bays.

The walk to medical processing was short. When Davin and Aran arrived with the gurney the Bivall attendant shot Davin a glare.

"Again?" In unison the droid and the Mandalorian answered.

"Oh C'mon Salvita," Davin leaned on the counter and tried to put as much sultry gunslinger into his thick Mandalorian accent as possible. He flashed a wolfish smirk her way and said, "I couldn't help myself. He kept mutterin' about how he was gonna skin my girl alive and when I thought of you I just couldn't help but get a little mad." The Bivall woman crossed her arms and rolled her eyes on her stalks, though gave the man a Bivall version of a smirk.

"Pass him along you big flirt, and get back out there. Captain's put the station on alert."

"Alert? Whatever for? There's only a point 2117 chance that any pirate group big enough in the Outer Rim to attack the station wouldn't!" Davin gritted his teeth. So there was something going on. He nodded and replaced his helmet, turning without another word he headed towards what felt right, yanking his sawed off blaster from its drop holster on his leg. Aran quickly followed.

[member="Adrian"] Dyson [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] @Vyri @Kyle Farnes @Farah @Myra

 

[Saabossi]

Saabossi had received a new contract within the CIS. That's how she always thought of them, as contracts. And this was just one big, long lasting contract to add to her life of many contracts. Her many victories, as she hoped it would be. The Sluissi sniper had been preparing for such missions as these, had participated in such operations of espionage and liberating certain...individuals. She was trained in the arts of disruption and chaos. Of taking lives from a distance, without them ever knowing who had fired the shot.

Within darkness of an apartment she had rented out, her clawed fingers tapped along a chair's arms, sometimes raking along. She was patient...she waited, watching out a window across from her seating position. Saab's E-11s Sniper rifle sat up against the side of the chair. In the apartment not much was there, all the Sluissi cared for was not pleasures of life, nor items that would waste ones time. Only the necessities and the one thing that would bring her satisfaction, her rifle.

Soon, what she waited for came. A message. With her other hand, Saabossi reached out to pick up a portable data pad. Looking it over, there was a hiss...then a grin. Time had come. She sent a message back towards the sender, before standing on her tail. Slithering out of her apartment, rifle on her back, to take up a speeder to where she was needed. Satisfaction was soon to be had.

[member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Celiana"] Ingrid L'lerim

 

[Gad Calgaran]

Gad nodded at the reminder of their objective. He was somewhat reminiscent about the name of the subject they were rescuing. He wondered if the galaxy was big enough that she just happened to have a surname similar to that of the Sith Emperor's or if she genuinely was a member of said family. It didn't matter much in this particular situation really. They were coming to Sunspot to make a profit after all. Drugs weren't exactly something he liked getting involved with, but like any of his past objections Gad cared less if there was plenty of credits involved.

"'Ey boss, wha's this 'ere?" A merc asked Gad, referring to an odd black backpack. It had a life-support module feeding air into a space within. "That's our secret weapon against force sensitives. I'll be carrying it. If we encounter a Judge, Jedi, or anything like them, you stay near me. Understand?" Gad said in response. There really wasn't a whole lot anyone without force sensitivity can do against those who do, but there were a couple of tricks one could pull. This particular trick wasn't exactly the easiest to get a hold of, but thankfully there was at least one Hutt in Black Sun territory that was willing to provide it to Gad in exchange for a favor.

Gad had another defense, this time for himself. Since he had partaken in a number of contracts as of late he had more than enough credits left to invest in a personal energy shield. Nothing too crazy but it'd keep him from being instantly killed by some stray blaster bolt. Granted he wasn't reckless and took more than the shield could handle. With the shield prepared he had a fellow merc heft the pack onto his shoulders. It wasn't too heavy but it was a little clunky. He shouldn't have to worry about shaking it around too much but he'd probably want to stay clear of explosives while he could.

[member="Adrian Dyson "]| [member="Myra"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Saabossi"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Vyri"]​

 

[H3xle]

Outer Rim: [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Saabossi"]​

Black Sun: [member="Myra"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Vyri"] | [member="Adrian Dyson "] | [member="gad calgaran"]​

Location: Sunspot Prison Arrival Bay​

Objective: Defend the Prison

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The priority alert had a brief, but loud, burst of sound as a siren wailed on the station. Zofia had just shut the door on a prisoner she'd just escorted to the prison when it hit, and she audibly cursed.

"Fething..." She turned and made sure the door was secure, then faced back toward the arrival bay. There were few access points onto the station, by design, but the arrival bay was the best one for a force to try to come in on.

Which was why she was pretty sure whoever was hitting them was going to try another location, but the Sheriff from Dayark needed to know the orders being given about before she wandered the halls aimlessly.

"Secure the area," Marshal Rex Tyrosus towered over the rest of them on the edge of their gunship's loading ramp, "I want eyes on every access point we know about."

Zofia almost let out another curse, but swallowed it. She instead dug a fireseed from her pocket, cracked the seed with a deft thrust of her nail, and popped the meat of the seed in her mouth. She didn't take the time to savor the tangy flavor, and instead bit down and swallowed. She felt the fire touch her nerve endings, and clear any of the cobwebs she'd been feeling thus far as she strode up to the Marshal and another Sheriff. She paused silently, savoring the after taste and waiting for the force of the rush to subside before speaking.

"Where're we thinking they are going to hit?" She asked, eyeing the Marshal from under the brim of her near stereotypical wide brimmed hat.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

Farnes was not really all that… comfortable being here. He was a Warden, sure, and that meant he protected people, but it was not part of who he was to imprison people. But keeping some of the criminals that even the Outer Rim felt needed to be locked up, secure? Well, that was just good housekeeping is what that was. He could do that. Keep the intruders from escaping and lock the station down. If he could take it without ending lives. Not smart talk for a Mando, but he was much more than your average Beskar Bandit.

But one thing he was not expecting was the call behind him.

Reach for the skies? That was definitely a Judge if he ever heard one. Hopefully not one of them Dark Judges. Still, Kyle didn’t waste time, pistols in their holsters, he slowly allowed [member="Zak Amroth"] approach, waiting for the moment. “Not sure you know what you’re doing, hoss.” He turned, hoping to be quick enough to knock the hand cannon aside as he moved his left arm up, his bracer revealing a barrel of a stun gun.

"Coalition sent me."

[member="Zofia Ravyn"] [member="Gad Calgaran"] @Saabossi @Davin Skirata [member="Adrian"] Dyson [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] @Vyri @Farah @Myra

 

[Rajo Sobek]

Allies: [member="Myra"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Adrian Dyson "]| [member="Gad Calgaran"] | [member="Vyri"] | Other Suns

Enemies: Any bootlickin' lawmen!

Raj couldn't help but watch the facility come into view from one of the small slit-like windows that cut across the shuttle's interior. It was an impressive structure to say the least. He'd seen space stations before, of course, but nothing quite like this. The winding catwalks and maintenance tunnels would probably be their best bet in securing the package but that would be up to those leading the charge. In truth, he didn't really know what the plan was beyond diving right into a firefight, but then again how much security could there be on such an old rig?

His daydreaming was interrupted by a familiar hand against his shoulder. It belonged to one of the newer members of his gang that had insisted on coming along.

"Anything interesting, Boss?"

He smiled for a minute, envious of the other man's eagerness.

"Nah... Just star-gazing. Tell Smeek to get his gear ready, you do the same."

They'd arrive soon, and he wanted to be one of the first off of this tub. The last thing he needed was to be blown to smithereens by whatever tech the Coalition had ready for their ship. For his own kit, he'd brought along the heavy blaster pistol and one of the vibroknives that had been tossed about by the Suns. It was a fine blade, but he'd never seen what it could do up close. If its designer was worthy of his name, however, he didn't envy anyone foolish enough to get into his way. In terms of armor?.. Nothing special. It was only a durasteel breastplate, but it would take most punishment that a blaster could deal to him. He just hoped he didn't run into any saber wielding maniacs.

 

[Myra]

"Alright boys and girls, showtime." Myra would announce to her fellow members of black sun as the door to the transport shuttle would open. Daemos would be the first out of the ship, bringing two blaster pistols up and gunning down the two unsuspecting guards directly on each side of the door. Soon the alarms would fill the room as the prison's security slowly awoke, beginning to mobilize.

Myra would walk into the station, take a deep breath, and procure her own blaster rifle from her back. Things were going to get interesting. She would quickly duck behind a pile of crates for cover, waiting for other members of her crew to begin spilling out and take their positions. Out of her pocket would come a small holo emitter, depicting the map of the prison. "We're going to have to make our way down this corridor to the main prison unit!" she would yell, before pulling the rifle up and resting it on her cover, prepared to fire at any hostile who would spill into the currently empty room. The prison was rather straight forward. A central hallway in the shape of a cross, the three prison blocks on each of the shorter ends with the docking bay at the furthest end. It was going to be a fight, that was for sure. Maybe they could utilize any of the crawl spaces or smaller security tunnels that ran around the prison like a spider's web?

[member="Rajo Sobek"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Zofia Ravyn"] [member="Gad Calgaran"][member="Saabossi"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Adrian Dyson"] [member="Janick Beauchamp"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Vyri"] [member="Kyle Farnes"] [member="Farah"]

 

[Tesari Nuema]

Tesari looked out the view port as the station became larger and larger, her frame combined with her armors size did not fit very well in the seat it left her uncomfortable. She turned to look at the Gallows that came alongside her, a few were also Jilruans and shared her discomfort even though the armor itself was comfortable their size made it hard in normal seating arrangement. It made her antsy to get out and do something, stretch her legs a little, she had been stuck like this for awhile now and it was only getting more annoying. The fact she could see the station simply increased her interest to get out, dam if she would be unlucky enough to die in a ship unable to take direct action and fight. From what she could tell most her Gallows felt the same, well they were fine being aboard capital ships, it never made them happy knowing their lives lied outside their own control. She looked towards her troop and gave hand signs to prep, 5 mins out, they did their final checks before giving confirmation they were ready. All sported the Gallows favored Thunder armor, being from the 1st Veteran company they were some of her elites and she wanted to showcase their abilities more to her new masters. She looked down at her sheathed 7SX Necrosis Blade checking it as she took it part way out of the sheath.

Confirming it was in good condition, she hoped it would be a good blade, she had only practiced with it thus far and today would be the first time it was bloodied. Turning a little she looked at the EM-2 and EM-6 which she had gotten from Black Sun Contacts, more weapons she was unsure of but never less they would prove themselves today. Her fellow Gallows carried out similar procedures prior to confirming they were prepped. As she felt the ship rock a little as it clamped into place with the access port, she smirked a little as she scanned the mob assembled for this mission, it was time to see the Black Sun Cartels capabilities. Waving to the Gallows she stood up and made her way off the ship perfectly happy to once again take control of her own fate. As she existed she saw the two bodies of the guards that had been unlucky enough to be in Myra's path. Seeing her using some boxes as cover she moved to another clump of boxes, with more hand signs as he fellow gallows exited and took up positions with the alarms blaring.

Resting her Shotgun on the boxes at the door just within range of the door, she had her hand on her Blaster pistol to further help if someone got past the kill door they were making. But if the enemies were smart they would wait for them to open that door, they were on the defensive but only time would tell how their foes might react.

Participants: Kyle Farnes | Scherezade deWinter | Zak Amroth | Janick Beauchamp | Davin Skirata | Saabossi | Zofia Ravyn| Kyle Farnes | Myra | Farah | Vyri | Adrian Dyson | Gad Calgaran | Rajo Sobek |
Mission: Rescue Prisoner on Sunspot Station

 

[Zak Amroth]

"Coalition sent me."

"Why didn't you say so, comrade?" Zak breathed a sigh of relief, obviously relieved that [member="Kyle Farnes"] was on his side, "Don't worry. I know exactly what I'm doing. I'm a kriffin Sheriff..."

He casually punched in an entry code.

"That's a closet. I knew that."

A bad feeling washed over him seconds before klaxons began to sound.

"You lead the way!" the kiffar shouted at Kyle, knowing he was probably their best chance of finding the fight.

"Where're we thinking they are going to hit?"

"Depends on if they're crazy enough to risk frying up in space suits," Marshal Tyrosus growled at [member="Zofia Ravyn"] elsewhere aboard the station, "Integrity would only last a few minutes. Possible, but very risky. Sunspot was designed like a fortress, the only sure way in-"

A loud explosion in the next room cut him off.

"-is through the front door. With me, Ravyn."

[member="Myra"] | [member="Rajo Sobek"] | [member="Tesari Nuema"] | [member="Gad Calgaran"] | [member="Adrian Dyson"]​

 

[H3xle]

Outer Rim: [member="Kyle Farnes"] | [member="Scherezade deWinter"] | [member="Zak Amroth"] | [member="Janick Beauchamp"] | [member="Davin Skirata"] | [member="Saabossi"]​

Black Sun: [member="Myra"] | [member="Farah"] | [member="Vyri"] | [member="Adrian Dyson "] | [member="gad calgaran"]​

Location: Sunspot Prison Arrival Bay​

Objective: Defend the Prison

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Zofia watched the Sheriff and Warden with each other side eyed as her attention stayed on the Marshal.

"Depends on if they're crazy enough to risk frying up in space suits," Marshal Tyrosus growled at Zofia Ravyn elsewhere aboard the station, "Integrity would only last a few minutes. Possible, but very risky. Sunspot was designed like a fortress, the only sure way in-"

The pit dropped out of her stomach a heartbeat before the explosion, and her pistols were in her hands and at the ready. Knees bent, ready to move, she turned toward the direction of the explosion.

"-is through the front door. With me, Ravyn."

Zofia nodded absently, and took off after the Marshal as they ran for a doorway towards the next room.

She saw the shadow of a head move beyond the door, and fired a bolt from each pistol towards it. The shadow vanished before she could see if her shots hit, and she slid the last meter to the side of the door opposite where Marshal Tyrosus took up position. She looked down, doing a visual check to see if she'd taken a shot, and to make sure what she had.

"Sure would be nice if we had some grenades..." She muttered aloud and took a deep, focusing breath to feel out with the Force.

 

[Janick Beauchamp]

Location: Sunspot Prison
Allies: [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Zofia Ravyn"] [member="Zak Amroth"] [member="Davin Skirata"] [member="Saabossi"] [member="Kyle Farnes"]
Enemies: [member="Myra"] [member="Adrian Dyson "][member="Gad Calgaran"] [member="Tesari Nuema"] [member="Rajo Sobek"]
Prisoners: [member="Farah"] [member="Vyri"]

So an explosion rocked a portion of the prison station, making it clear to its occupants that it's now under attack. The explosion was so loud that, in fact, Janick could hear it from her current position. Sure, she feels that she should have some ranged sidearm (or even primary weapons if she chooses to designate her black lightsabers as sidearms) just that the Utai Heavy Muncher may be a bit heavy, not to mention bulky. Even with the Force-aided movements, she still fell behind several of the guards because of the added weight of that implement. There is not enough information yet to determine which prisoner(s) the attackers are after, so all I can do is let hatred build up inside my body, she thought, while getting ready to cast Bolts of Hatred once there is enough hatred to power them. Yet she could feel uneasy and not just having some hatred for whoever is attacking Sunspot Prison. And maybe use the Force for something other than slicing or memory work. And the attackers stick out like sore thumbs in the Force so she just tried to make sure she could be able to intercept them whenever possible.

 

[Kyle Farnes]

The Mandalorian lifted his helmet off his head as the Judge lowered his pistol. Shaking his head and a bit of a quizzical look on his face, Jared took the other man in. “Helps to ask before lifting the gun, mate.” He was only upset that he hadn’t gone for his own sidearm fast enough and was going to merely tranq the Judge if it came to it. Beskar was good for a few things, and blocking a bolt was one.

“Aren’t you Judges supposed to be good with the Force?” Kyle had the Force but it wasn’t a skill he’d put down on a resume. Trick shots and the ability to follow a gut instinct of not hyper jumping through a star was not really ‘the Force’ in a traditional sense. “Sure you did.” Kyle had to put his helmet back on before he laughed at Zak. DIdn’t need to make the Sheriff feel bad.

He muttered under his breath to his suit’s VI, asking for directions to the cause of the klaxons and the reason they went off. He shook his head. Pirates, hitting Sunspot? “What do you all have locked up in here?” Kyle all but demanded, but he was already in step, hurrying down a corridor.

Grenades. “You got ammo, right? And a Mandalorian!” He called out as he took a few shots, rapid fire on the blaster.

[member="Zofia Ravyn"]
[member="Zak Amroth"]

[member="Tesari Nuema"]
[member="Myra"]
[member="Rajo Sobek"]
[member="Gad Calgaran"]
[member="Adrian Dyson"]