Terrors [ CIS Dominion of Islyrr II Hex ]

[Ascendant Muse]

T E R R O R S
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ISLYRR II
Local Time: 1700 Hours

To the South of the reconstituted Confederacy lies a silent world.

Ancient records say very little, but what can be gleaned is absolutely clear: this planet is not suitable for organic life. Scattered and sparse reports speak of failed attempts at colonization; with some ending in response to the hellish environment whilst others collapsed due to the vicious fauna. In all cases, it was unanimously stated that this planet, Islyrr-II, was dangerous enough to earn the mantle of "Not Explorable." However. As the Confederacy began anew, a need what emphasized by its population. Her people were in dire need of infrastructure - of civil services, medicine, and general stability. And, in order for the millions to be properly cared for, raw materials were required.

Initial scans showed that Islyrr-II was exactly what the Confederacy was looking for. And thus, despite the dangers of volcanic eruptions, toxic gases, and black oceans, the nation has embarked on an expedition to the "Not Explorable" world.

How will you brave the perils of Islyrr-II?

OBJECTIVES

Terrors of the Earth - As initial surveys have shown, Islyrr-II is rich in natural resources. And, while mining operations will commence in the near future for the more mundane materials, a team has been dispatched to investigate a supposed vein of Agrocite. While the vein itself is viewable from orbit, magnetic interference has prompted the need for hands on verification and sample collection. Drones and Droids that have been dispatched beforehand simply...never make it back.

Terrors of the Sea - Fragmented reports tell an odd story of something happening beneath the surface of the planet's blackened seas. Eons ago, an attempt was made by ancient Sith to colonize the bottom of the ocean. They failed; and yet their remains is worth investigation. Thus a single Submersible Destroyer has been dispatched into the mignight waters, intent on uncovering the remains of the Sith colony.

BYOO - The shattered remains of the planet are open before you. How will you fare amidst volcanic toxins and acidic oceans? Share your story - Islyrr II is yours to explore!

Spoiler

[member="Aedan Miles"], [member="Aevan Kitaki"], [member="Akabane Jarvik"], [member="Arlox"], [member="Ash"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="Aya Clarke"], [member="B1-0711"], [member="B1-1313"], [member="B1-990"], [member="BX-25233"], @BX-79267, [member="Cady"], [member="Cairyn Midore"], [member="Charr"], [member="Chek Zun"], [member="Darth Interitus"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Darth Metus"], [member="Darth Rixas"], [member="Edward Varric"], [member="Galven Hansol"], [member="Hades Dai"], Holowan Industries, [member="IT-88"], [member="Jackpot"], [member="Jrogan"], [member="Kal Jaii"], [member="Kurenai Yumi"], [member="Lady Psyona"], [member="Maanis"], [member="Marcus Lund"], [member="Maxerian Gron"], [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Nasho Vesh"], [member="Natalie LaForte"], [member="Natasha Darkstar"], [member="Noviac Caligo"], [member="Nylea Apollodor"], @Rallyn Varris, [member="Rashae"], [member="Sochi Ru"], [member="Surnin Strenger"], [member="Tiberius Royalblaze"], [member="Tmoxin Temi"], [member="Umedara Zaar"], [member="Valis Marr"], [member="Verd Skirata"], [member="Xero Wran"], [member="Yuna Hart"], [member="Zenva Vrotoa"]

 

[Darth Athora]

Hornsbane - Gozanti-class cruiser
Islyrr II Space


The Hornsbane flew elegantly through the black sea of space as it made it's way towards Islyrr II. The ship gained it's name after the crew mutinied against their Zabrak captain. The pirates aboard grew tired of their former captain being docile and growing complacent. Their greed was too powerful so overthrowing their captain was inevitable. Not long after, however, Cadyssia L'kai came across this crew on Tatooine as she was looking for a few unlucky souls to 'quench her thirst' for some time. She grew tired of having to find new prey every so often so finding a crew was her best option.

With the aid of [member="Aedan Miles"], Cady was able to covertly board their ship and made the new captain her pet. From behind the scenes, she controlled the captain and, in return for allowing him to live, whenever his crew goes on a raid, he brings back a few survivors for her to feast upon. It was the easiest meals she had ever procured and it has kept her sustained for a long while. But now, Cady called upon her minions for something else. She required transport to the next world the Confederacy had it's eyes on: Islyrr II. She knew little of the planet besides the fact that it is unhabitable by civilized species. She was blind to the reasoning behind taking this world, but she knew better than to question her superiors so she followed her orders and made her way there.

The Hornsbane had just exited hyperspace when the alarms in the bridge began to go off. It seems that some unknown ships where following the Hornsbane. They almost instantly began firing upon the Hornsbane, unleashing barrages of laser fire upon the vessel. In response, the crew of the ship manned their stations and returned fire immediately. Cady walked onto the bridge of the ship to supervise the defense efforts. Her pale green eyes scanned the bridge as her minions ran about, attempting to defend their ship. The captain of the ship walked up to Cady with a datapad in hand. "Madame L'kai, it seems we are under attack by some bounty hunters sent by the families who you've .. ahem .. 'cut down'. Their weapon systems are weak but there's quite a few of them out there. We'll win this battle but we won't get out unscathed." The captain uttered, handing her the datapad. She took hold of the datapad in her hands and looked over the many screens that showed her what she was dealing with.

"Bring me their heads, captain. Every last one of them." she said as she threw the datapad across the bridge. "Yes, madame." the captain said running off the bridge to somewhere else on the ship. Cady continued to stand on the bridge of the ship with her arms folded on her chest. She was growing more aggravated with each second that had gone by she was being held back from her mission. "They will regret this day should they even survive it...".

 

[Malok]

Terror of the Seas - II

Hiss.

The Vicelord knew, going in, that they were on a very strict time limit. Preliminary testing, although crude, had transpired well before the behemoth plummeted into the sea. From what they gathered, a single droid would be dissolved in a matter of minutes due to the sheer, acidic concentration of the waters. As such, the Albatross-class Submersible Destroyer was on a timer. The forces of the Confederacy would have only an hour's worth of time to delve into the black seas in the hopes of discovering something worthwhile. For the most part, the whole of this venture was...tame. The Confederacy had not yet begun to challenge the more visceral opponents of freedom; but instead was gathering its strength. Its resources.

And now, Darth Metus would personally lead an expedition into the deep.

The reports that were provided beforehand told of a failed Colony - one born by Sith hands. It was eons' old and some records stated that it was simply the acidity that caused the Colony to fail. Other records claimed that the aquatic fauna were to blame. Whichever the case, the Sith Lord had gathered a strike force to brave the mightnight waters in the hopes of recovering anything of use. Whether it be artifacts or simply a roadmap on how to survive this hellish landscape - Darth Metus did not have preference. He simply wanted this venture to bear fruit that the Confederacy and the Geonosian Knights could utilize moving forward.

"Take us down." came his graveled command.

At once, the Bridge crew went into a frenzy. Orders were shouted, vectors were given, and the consoles came alive. Soon, the Submersible Destroyer lurched and began to sink into the deep. All the while, the vicious Hiss of acid eating at the Hull filled their ears. "Steady. We've plenty of time lads." Admittedly...the Sith didn't know who he was really reassuring in that regard - the Bridge crew or himself. However, he did not entertain that notion for long, instead accessing the console upon his seat. A transmission then rang out, blaring over the comm channels and onboard, PA system. "All hands, muster at the Staging Area. I repeat, all hands, muster at the Staging Area."

Following his own advice, Darth Metus rose from his seat and took the first lift down.

The Staging Area was, in essence, an observation deck mixed with a Hangar. From wall to wall, reinforced Glasteel formed a barrier between the acidic seas and the bustling crew. A variety of aquatic pods laid ready behind it, assembled into rows that were being attended to by Droids. These were what those under the Vicelord's command would utilize in order to investigate the blackened seas. As for the Sith, he departed from the lift straightway and came to a half before a single pod. It was identical to the rest and would serve the purpose of ferrying the Sith Lord deeper into the waters. "Alright, listen close. These pods are only graded for thirty minutes of operation in these conditions. We will spend that time in close proximity to this ship. If you see anything larger than a minnow, do not hesitate to fire."

"Any questions?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan Miles sat on the bridge of one of his newest ships leaning his head against his hand while quietly grumbling about forgetting to grab booze for this excursion. As such it saw a rather cranky Aedan Miles leading a force of ships to secure the space around Islyrr II as he watched the rest of ships seemingly scatter. Some of them were preparing patrol routes throughout the system others were securing the immediate area who know what other underworld scum had attempted to make this their home. After a few moments once he was sure no one would oppose him he sent for the Longarm-class ships with their construction droids as well as a series of drydock stations he had acquired over the years. They would be used to assist in the creation of a station in orbit while construction droids would be landing on the planets surface below to set up a shielded area that would allow for his men to land on the planet as well as creation of a large star port.

Standing he walked towards the holoboard reaching down he pressed a button contacting [member="Darth Metus"] as he watched his ships movements. "Metus this is Miles I am in the process of creating both a star port on the ground as well as a station in orbit. I haven't had contact with anyone that has given me the outstanding urge to kill them yet but that remains to be seen if it will change." He left the channel open as he turned to a man in his crew one of the newer members barking almost angrily at him. "GO and contact the Eclipse inform it to make its way here and send over a shuttle or two carrying its cargo once it arrives bring me the strongest booze in there. I am far to sober for this." The last part was muttered under his breath as he turned back towards the view ports watching as freighters started to appear dropping off resources that would be use in the creation of the station here.

 

[Cairyn Midore]

"A few questions, yeah," among those gathered, a hand rose slightly above the crowd. Not to say Cairyn wasn't trying, no, his arm was fully extended, he himself perching on his toes for just a little extra height. However, whatever was done was still swallowed up in the presence of adults. The child pushed passed everyone, slipping to the front of the group to address [member="Darth Metus"] directly. He gestured to the group. "Do I have to go with these guys? I'm sure they're great and all but I just don't think they're my kinda material."

For whatever reason, Cairyn had convinced himself he was surely in charge of this mission. Did he even know what the mission was? No, he had spaced out half way through the briefing and had just recently started paying attention again. Whether or not he was even supposed to be on this adventure, was a mystery to him. Still, with head cocked to the side, he waited patiently for a response, large eyes unblinking as he stared up at the Sith.

[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: Terrors of the Earth
Allies: [member="Surnin Strenger"] [member="Jackpot"]

“According to my research, Islyyr II is highly uninhabitable and previous attempts at colonization have failed. The many hazards, besides the toxic atmosphere itself, are Vek'thot, Podin and Crykk, all of which are carnivorous. But if we can locate the Agrocite, this will mean it can be found on four planets as it was only previously known to be found on three - Khorm, Simocadia and hmmm, the entry for the third one is missing. That’s really odd and perhaps I need to run an upgrade on the Encyclopedia Galactica…”

Morgan Redeaux, Black Scorpion Operative and resident HRD of the Confederacy, was in a particularly verbose frame of mind today. Exploration, data collecting and analysis - all were particularly held in high regard in her synthetic cortex. Also the fact that Mr. Stranger was a highly non-verbal human, made the droid fell as though she needed to fill in the conversation gaps.

Hopefully he would not get annoyed with her. It was far beyond Morgan to figure out exactly which mannerisms or actions resulted in sheer exasperation. Something that the droid found quaint and dapper - like a polka dotted tie, a gift she’d given to Mr. Ardik - was never worn by her former employer, allowing for the deduction that he must have not liked it. Or perhaps he was a necktie man.

“I doubt you’ll need a full envirosuit, but it wouldn’t hurt to wear a rebreather.”

The Ladytron was far too much of a vanity starship to take down to the surface, so the pair rode in a non-descript CIS transport ship, accompanied by various labor and security droids and an elderly human named Jackpot.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Objective: Terrors of the Earth
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"], [member="Surnin Strenger"]

It had been a while since the old Clone had been in a dropship en route to a hostile planet's surface, be it due to environment or population. It brought back memories of the banter he had shared with the other Commandos of the Dread Guard, back in the day of the old Confederacy. It never failed to entertain him, thinking back to the one-liners they had shot back and forth before each mission. He missed those moments, they always had a relaxing effect on him when it was time to head into a heated situation, he would love to share new ones with the new soldiers of the Confederacy, but that was sadly not possible when all of them were droids; Clankers not programmed for humour, nor sentient interaction, making them terrible conversation partners. Though, luckily for him, there were two other, more engaging individuals on board as well, which gave him some hope.

He made his way towards the two within the transport ship, listening in on the briefing the woman was giving. He himself only knew that they were there to collect data and to possibly retrieve the lost reconnaissance droids, should they still be salvageable, and it never hurt to know more, so he paid attention to her words, waiting to speak until she was done.

"Beasties, lots of fire, and an environment that's out to kill both us and the Clankers. Lovely place to go for vacation. Beats staying back on some data analysis mission though. Collection has always been so much more exciting than pouring over data within the safety of a high-sec building." He mused. Having been a soldier and part of various militaries throughout his life had left the old Clone with a thirst for action despite his advanced age. He wasn't exactly suited to conduct high-profile combat missions anymore, so he enjoyed any opportunity to go out and see some action.

"As much as I enjoy the prospect of getting into a little scrap with a few carnivorous beasts, I'd have preferred something a little more interesting than a mineral analysis and data retrieval mission. Though I guess you can't trust a Clanker with a Clone's job." He joked, chuckling a little before his expression changed to that of mild concern as realisation struck and he turned towards the HRD, "Uh, no offence, miss."

 

[Rashae]

Objective: Terrors under the sea
post: 1

Geonosis had a few anomalies genetics wise that had been questionable in the science community for a while. Logistics for civil services versus garnishing unique specimens was a no brainer to Rashae. The woman jumped on that band wagon. The over arcing danger of some lost sith world blah blah blah went over her head and honestly may not have computed. It may have stopped computing at the word sith or force.

Darth Metus team provided some data but it didnt make sense and what geonosian archives she could get a hold of in the area had maybe this and maybe that. She was sporting her new armor that Ardgal Raxis built her and as he figured she replaced some of the equipment in the modules with custom ones and custom supplies she made herself or had her team program with her specific needs in mind. The armor was sleek and her ability to move with ease had her moving and preparing as they dove down.

One would think she had been in underwater research situation before. The serious scientist was going over the archived data she could get a hold of again for details as possible finds or what to look for. She wanted to see the minnow. There would be no blaster or anything related there of on her person, yet she walked forward to where the Pods were without looking up at Darth Metus or anyone else who was wondering if she was going to be good to head into the watery depths. As the ship lurched she sort of moved with it while still typing on her datapad without missing a key.

Rashae became vaguely aware of the order to head to the staging area and she meanders towards there while still going over data and the more meticulous and militant personnel was darting around her. One would think she wasn't paying attention until the sith lord said the pods are only graded for thirty minutes.

“thirty minutes? That's hardly enough time to even find samples!!” She gave Darth Metus a disparaging look like what the frak am I supposed to do with thirty minutes. It didn't dawn on her there was another layer of travel to go down. “i can barely get water samples at this rate. “ Scientists.. what are you going to do?

Those ice blue eyes lightened up into a fire and ice sort of irritation. A scent would be around her as she got irritated and it would smell really good. Rashae zeltron side was not a controlled thing and the scent grew heavier the angrier she got. “What the frak?” She huffed out as she looked around as if seeing everything for the first time.

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[member="Darth Metus"] [member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[BX-72967-RAZOR]

BYOO - III

Per the direction of Admiral [member="Aedan Miles"], a new effort was underway. One that, admittedly, made the most sense given the nature of Islyrr-II. The Corsair had gathered a number of resources and was set to begin the construction of a Station in orbit over the vicious planet below. Amidst those resources was a single, Separatist Supply Ship that would provide the raw materials to move forward. In addition, the spherical vessel contained a host of droids; the majority of them being programmed for labor exclusively. However. A unit of Commandos arrived with them.

This was standard, operating procedure, after all. One did not blindly dispatch raw materials without taking care to protect them. As such, BX dispatched. In particular, he hovered through the abyss of space, propelled by a thrusterpack that bore him closer to the growing skeleton. Before his photoreceptors was a Hulking mass that began to take shape: the foundation of a Star Fortress. BX did not know the final purpose or potential of this behemoth, nor did he care. He was programmed to defend the construction of the Station, and not much else.

"Checking in, all clear." he said over the comm, reporting to the Admiral. However. Just as the words processed from his vocabulator, something erupted in his peripherals. Laser fire! A good ways off from the Station, yet still inbound! BX responded immediately, processing the most effective course of action in a matter of seconds. He kicked the thrusterpack into gear, throttling himself back towards the Supply Ship's bottommost hangar. There was not much a diverse assortment of fighters available. In fact, only a single squadron was available to use. That would be enough for the Commando.

"Admiral, Recommended course of action: Identity friend and foe. Repel the enemy. Roger, Roger."

[member="Cady"], [member="Aut-X"], [member="Aedan Miles"], [member="IT-88"], [member="B1-1313"], [member="B1-990"], [member="BX-25233"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Location: Space
Allies: [member="BX-72967"]
Enemies: People

Just as the droid contacted him with its recommendation a sensors officer yelled out about ships firing on each other off the starboard. Aedan turned quickly and waved his hand to the fighter coordinator as the fighter compliment of the Warlock was launched into space sending them flashing towards the engagement the charge led by the A-wing fighters. The force that was securing the sector fell back and grouped behind the Warlock as the two shield-class cruiser activated their umbrella shield generators shielding the station from any attack as the Warlock started to move forward its sensors reaching out to identify IFF codes of the ships as Aedan activated his coms system broadcasting to the system as he watched the holoboard calmly. "This is Admiral Miles of the CIS to all hostile forces in system you are to disable weapons and stand down now or else you will be marked as an enemy and treated as such by me and my forces. You have two minutes to comply or else you will be disabled and taken into custody to be questioned." He watched and waited as reports came in about IFF codes that were there noticing a few belonged to bounty hunters causing him to snort and debate on targetting on principal. As he was thinking about this a ship left hyperspace causing a grin to come to Miles face as he saw the Eclipse coming alongside the Warlock a pair of shuttles leaving it to land in the hangar bay nearest the bridge the same ensign from before turning and running from the bridge so he could meet the shuttles and bring something high end to his boss.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Objective: 1
Post: 1 of many


The Atonement lowered itself towards the surface with a slow, gentle glide. Stormy winds and rains buffeted its ebony, glossy hull like an angry, useless tirade. The ship rocked slightly in the turbulence, Hermes gripped the yoke with white knuckles. Ardgal could see the man's lips pursed in a tense expression, the pilot's eyebrows knit together in a pure expression of focus.

The warrior sat back calmly on the deck in the command chair a the rain pelted the viewport. His gauntleted hand idly stroked Alexa's metallic head. The droid lay beside his chair like a faithful, metal hound. If it had the right photoceptors, Ardgal had no doubt it would have been looking up at him with soulful, dark eyes. At his other side, Virgil leaned against the side of his command chair, arms crossed in a cold, "I-dare-you-to-make-me-move" posture of indifference towards the planet. A lightening strike from one of the nearby clouds rocked the ship to its chassis, but still the trio remained unaffected.

"Aright, dropping to the landing zone now," Hermes managed tensely. "I hope you know what you are doing, boss."

"I doubt it," Homer quipped drily as he walked in, cigar between his lips. The crusty doctor plucked the unlit stub from between his lips, giving it a wistful look before he placed it back, "Troops are ready for your address, sir."

"Inspire your men," Hermes said, spinning his chair to face the general. The pilot placed his hands on his knees with a sigh, "Gods know they will need it."

The general unclipped his helmet from his side and placed it on his head. With a quick flick of his tongue, he opened a comm for all of his troops on deployment to hear his voice. His words would ring out in all of their helmets, datapads, comms, and speakers.

"This is the General speaking," Ardgal began, "We have landed on Islyrr-II. Intel is sparse. All probe droids have gone dark with their deployment. We are going in with little intel. From the surface scans of the Atonement we have uncovered this remains of a base. Our mission is simple. We will restore this derelict mining base. Phase one will require power, phase two will require the re-establishment of the defensive measures. Phase three will be the long term work of returning this base to turn a profit." the man rose to his feet, "The risks are high. But so is the reward. Go in hot, and take down any resistance with whatever force is necessary. And I will be with you. Always."

The general ended the transmission and looked to Virgil. Alexa rose to her feet with a soft whine offering the Havoc carbine mounted to her back. Virgil nodded as the man grabbed his rifle, "Let's do this, Ard."

 

[Surnin Strenger]

Objective: Terrors of the Earth
Allies: [member="Morgan Redeaux"] [member="Jackpot"]
Clearing mines for POGs. Couldn't ask for a mundane assignment to embark on the surface of a world nearly uninhabitable. Regardless, a job was a job and a job had to get done. Strenger embarked in his full set of equipment. His maroon visage served as a rebreather and the plas-steel packed beneath the surface of his armor gave him enough protection to brave the atmosphere or whatever else was going to pop its head out. Though usually electing to choose a pistol over anything else he carried with him a DC-17m. A classic rifle fashioned for Commandos in the Galactic Republic but found it self in outer rim worlds long after the Clone Wars. With a belt of magazines lined along his belt he sat in a seat with his back leaned against the metal wall, feeling the rumble of the ship as it made its way planet-side.
He kept his mouth shut for the moment. He was only really a talker with enough liquor fogging his senses. His fingers tapped along the barrel of his blaster rifle across his lap as the ship took off, after the briefing in the wake of the incoming banter from the clone.

"I didn't know they had different jobs, both seem to be up to cannonfodding and menial labor." He remarked, his helmet adding a radio-like overlay to his voice as he glanced across to the clone. It was clear the remark wasn't in any bad intention. He'd let off a sigh once more, sparing Redeaux a glance for a moment before looking about the ship. Strenger was no stranger to combat, against other sentients who were mostly spiced-up criminals. Tackling the task of wrangling any sort of monstrous, carnivorous beasts didn't seem a task all too monumental. The best thing about this task was really how simple it was, didn't require infiltration or subterfuge. Just a bit of investigation and a lot of blaster fire.

"So is there any other culprit for this other than some carnivorous animals or is that all we got? Is there any powers-at-be that would want what these droids were digging up or-?" The question almost entirely directed toward Morgan. She was the protocol droid after all or at least, had the information. Jackpot seemed to be a bit more on Strenger's plane of practical knowledge and not a walking factbook or almanac. Strenger felt a bit more comfortable shooting things that shot back, wasn't any trick or gimmick to it, just simple conflict. Regardless he sat in wait on his seat of the transport vessel, eager to get the assignment up and going.

 

[Yuna Hart]

Objective: Terror of the Sea

Yuna took in a deep laboured breath as the sound of hissing filled the submersible as it made it's descent. It was a menacing sound. A sound that made it seem like the walls would just disintegrate at any given second. This was all new for the Liran girl. The expedition, the danger, the Confederacy. All new. Her emotions were all over the place at the moment and she was doing everything in her power to mask that. Especially since [member="Darth Metus"] himself was only a few feet away from her. Yuna was watching over everything when Metus gave an attempt at reassuring his crew which, unfortunately for him, was lost on her. In fact, it just made her think of the possible mishaps even more.

Metus sounded the call and it was now showtime. Yuna had no choice but to step up and pull herself together as people were counting on her. Yuna would not be joining the crew on their dive, instead she would wait on the submersible an provide any urgent medical care to those who need it when they returned. Yuna followed the Metus and the others down to the staging area. it was only fair that she saw them off given that there is a chance some of them may not return. Yuna gathered with everyone in the staging area and listened to Metus closely. Deciding to take initiative and step up to the position she was given, Yuna responded to Metus' call for questions.

"Yes. Well not so much of a question, more of a statement. I would just like to let everyone know that i will remain on the submersible. Ready to provide anyone with medical care, urgent or otherwise upon your return. I wish you all luck and ask that you please be careful."

 

[BX-25233]

BX-25233 was cleaning his hat as he had just finished patrolling his section of the ship and had a around five minutes before he had to go back on duty. This how ever was interrupted when he saw [member="Aedan Miles"] run past him. BX-25233 was unsure why aedan was running but since he was the admiral of the ship BX-25233 decided to follow him and make sure he was safe and protected. BX-25233 quickly put on his hat and ram after the admiral.

"Assigning new objective, Escort Admiral to unknown location. Admiral you seemed to have forgotten to take an escort with you so i hope you do not mind if i come with you. If you wish me to go back to my original objective please tell me."

BX-25233 realised he should have asked the admiral first before assigning himself a new objective but its a little to late for that and he was sure the admiral wouldn't mind an escort even if the ship and system had been relatively quiet.

[member="BX-72967"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Objective 1
Post 1
Follow ardgal...

Something about this planet gave stardust....shivers, maybe it was the unknown that caused her such a feeling...even then however she felt that wasn't the reason. Nevertheless she looked up and around her, this was her first mission back with the god killers...back with ardgal. She didn't know how she could thank him...attempting to stop her from ending it all...

The rocking brought her back to the world, she glanced around the deck before she stood and rubbed the side of her head, she needed to stop doing that.

if I know ardgal right he knows what he is doing...that I can trust him on

She said before leaning agaisnt a wall gently, mind turning to the patter of the rain, almost so much she didn't hear ardgal speak. Only after a minute did his words register as she stopped leaning and sighed. It was time to get this show in the side, she looked to her blasters as she took them out and looked them over placing them back. Her sword nova sat on her hip right next to her sabers...thernal dets on the other side...she was ready for whatever came at them

She walked up to the otherwise of [member="Ardgal Raxis"] and nodded his way with a small smile before placing her helmet on and securing it, that T visor gazing to him as she spoke

ready to move ardgal, let's go see if anything dares to oppose us huh?

She looked forward again a breath being let out...this felt like old times

 

[Grace Darkson]

Objective II: The Terror From the Sea
Location: Hanger Bay
Allies: [member="Darth Metus"] [member="Cairyn Midore"] @Rashae @Yuna Hart
Posts: 1

The dark, oppressive nature of the deep sea pressed in on the plexiglass around them, trying to crust their little craft into dust. So many of the cultures, no matter what they worshiped, or where they were, feared the deep sea. Primordial things lurked there, they said, antediluvian evils that would drive men insane just knowing they were there. No matter where you went, people feared the deep. Superstitions and myths, sure, but every myth was based in fact.

That was what went through Grace's mind as they prepared to delve into the dark waters of Islyrr II. Horrors hiding in deep seas. She shuddered involuntarily, trying to force the images out of her mind. Looking to Metus as he finished his speech, she shot a quick glare to Cairyn. He never changed. With any luck, his newer handlers could reign in his more childish acting. Her voice, when she found it again, sounded hollow as she forced it through a dry throat, a single, burning question escaping her. "What do you expect to find down here?"

 

[Malok]

Terrors of the Sea - IV

To say the atmosphere was uneasy was an understatement.

Between the perpetual presence of the damning Hiss and the inability to see beyond the black waters, it was easy for the crew to be on edge. As for the Sith Lord...he entertained a singular thought. Having tasted death once before, he wondered if dissolving in a sea of acid would feel any different than a lava flow. But...even then, a chill raced down his spine. Suffice it to say - the situation could even get to a man of his stature...but if the Vicelord showed fear then the whole crew would. Thus, he simply folded his hands behind his back and listened. The unease on deck was so thick that he could cut it with a knife...but he would do his best to assuage their fears before moving forward.

First came the transmission from the Admiral, [member="Aedan Miles"]. It ran within Darth Metus' ear, causing him to blink ever so slightly. He raised a hand to the group, denoting to give him just a moment whilst he responded, saying: "Acknowledged, Admiral. Proceed with the construction...and try not to drink all of the good stuff this time. Metus, out." Intentionally, the Sith Lord spoke just loudly enough that everyone could hear him. It was not the most professional move, but any degree of lightheartedness could do wonders for an antsy crew. The Sith wondered what he could do from this point to further assist the atmosphere...but [member="Cairyn Midore"] provided the answer.

The child stepped forward, asking a question that only a child could ask. It literally caught Darth Metus offguard, causing him to gape ever so slightly. Yet, as opposed to his typical "dominance" streak, he reached into his pocket. Inside were...a few mints, a lollipop from Golbah Bank, and three credits. "You don't have to, but I'll give you this treasure trove right here - and the promise of more later - if you do." He then held out his hand, offering the "goodies" to the youngling before setting his sulfuric gaze back upon the group. What was that sme-? [member="Rashae"] wasn't having it. Thirty minutes was not going to cut it for the scientist; and it was cutting it close as is. However, the Sith Lord inhaled a breath, quietly, and attempted to calm the woman down.

"Minister, if you'll allow me further clarification." he began. "The pods are rated for thirty minutes at a time, yet we will not be utilizing our full capacity on this run. This first run is purely to get a feel for what lies below, yet we can take further dives and bring down additional Destroyers to continue our efforts. It will take some doing due to the acidity of the waters, but I assure you, you will be able to gather plenty of samples over the course of these dives."

This time, the one who stepped up was not asking a question. [member="Yuna Hart"] made a statement, regarding her staying aboard the Destroyer. The Sith nodded at this news and, without giving the young man a choice, took a moment to deposit the "goodies" in his hand. He then moved over and placed a hand on the Liran's shoulder. "I wouldn't have it any other way. If you could, take a moment to synchronize a datapad to the onboard, life support systems. Keep a monitor on our personnel. If the stress levels get too high or you even remotely think one of us is in danger medically, I'm authorizing you to pull us back to the Destroyer for treatment." Confidence went a long way sometimes. Furthermore, knowing that someone was watching your back aboard the Destroyer went just as far. Perhaps with this, the troubled crew would be able to breathe just a touch easier.

Turning, the Sith Lord then looked upon the last individual. His hands returned to behind his back, folding professionally, while [member="Lady Psyona"] posed her simple inquiry. "According to our reports, an ancient, Sith Colony was attempted at the ocean floor. What I expect to find is ruins from this Colony. What I hope to find is one of two things: methods by which we can weather this acidic water, or relics that can serve us present day." With that said, the Sith Lord motioned to the pods. "It's time to move." he said, taking a commanding tone. He then thrust two fingers in the general direction of the Minister.

"Minister, you will be taking a Pod piloted by one of our droids. It will be at your service and will facilitate collecting samples." Next, he thrusted two fingers in the direction of the Child and the latest speaker. "And you will both be in a pod together. You will be on our rear flank; stay close. Strap in and let's be off!"

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Spoiler

A few moments later, once the Pods and Personnel had been situated, Launch commenced straightway. Each pod was swiftly jettisoned out into the abyss in formation. The Vicelord's craft took point, immediately turning its lights towards the ocean floor. For a few moments, all was clear and in the green. Yet. As the Sith took a cursory glance at his radar, he noticed...gone? Darth Metus blinked rapidly before looking upon the device again - the radar was clear, save for the pods formed up behind him. Yet, just to be on the safeside... "Doctor, have an additional pod dispatched. Armed variety please." he said over the comm, addressing [member="Yuna Hart"]. From there, he then addressed the Minister and the Dynamic Duo behind him. "Minister, you can begin your descent to study the ocean floor. Rear Pod, keep an eye on her and your six."

This Hissing was really unnerving.

 

[Ardgal Raxis]

Objective: 1
Post: 2 of many

The boarding ramp lowered with a hiss onto the planet, revealing a foggy, misty sight. Ardgal felt the humidity, it was at 100%, the thick fog shrouded everything from view. A blue haze covered everything. Shadowy darkness pervaded the entire view.

"The air is breathable," Ardgal reported stepping down off the loading ramp. Behind him Alexa nosed gently, eyeing the area suspiciously. The general cycled through his scanners, "Bios are picking up nothing. Infared and Ultraviolet are negative. Nightvison and echolocation are a go."

Two squads of RMIA's soldiers came down after Ardgal, eyeing the world around them suspiciously.

"Spread out, set up a perimeter, and stay within 5 meters of each other," the man ordered, "No solo acts. Keep an eye on the IFF's. Stay close to me."

"Yes sir," came the chorus of replies.

Alexa gave a worried whine. The droid didn't have any instincts like an organic, but after all the combat scenarios it had seen, it had become eerily accurate at predicting when danger was just around the corner. Ardgal let one of his hands lower to pat the droid on the head, "I feel it too, girl. Stay frosty."

The duo pressed forward, the squad not far behind. They came to a squat, square building. A quick scan revealed its construction; permacrete. The doorway was wide open, the interior was dark and forbiddingly silent.

[member="Stardust Raxis"]

 

[Stardust Solus Skirae]

Obj 1
Post 2

Her blasters were up when the ramp went down, she let a breath out. That fog seemed to cover ever single bloody inch of the land making near impossible to see. Even a inch in front of her.

She followed beside [member="Ardgal Raxis"] letting a breath out as she glanced around the world a eerie feeling making her bones shiver. She looked to ardgal and then switched to night vision, it still wasn't as better but enough she could actually see in front of her

you knowing been to many places and fought many things but this darn place gives me the chills

She said low mostly to herself and ardgal as she continued forward, the force nagged at the back of her mind, she pushed it away but it came back just as quick, something wasn't right...ans it seemed the droid cpuld tell as well.

Pressing forward she saw a building coming into view, seemed normal but what got Stardust was the door was standing wide opem...like as if whoever was in there left in a hurry or something got in

orders ardgal?

 

[Morgan Redeaux]

Objective: Terrors of the Earth
Allies: [member="Surnin Strenger"] [member="Jackpot"]


“None taken, Mr. Jackpot,” she said, retrieving the organic’s name from her database of the Marshals. “The surface will be volcanic, but at least it will not be dark. Periodically we will have to move along with the planet's rotation, or else the night will come too quickly and we'll be very vulnerable to predators. And I’m sure this mission will not be without its peril as exploratory efforts have yielded no information since none of our mechanical exploratory crew has ever returned. Not even a camera on which to analyze footage.”

Morgan said this as though there was no danger at all. But then again, her core memory, personality and processing was also stored in a CIS archive somewhere and she could easily be rebuilt as Jackpot and Surnin would not. Not without some extensive renovations if they were lucky to survive with brains intact. The blonde HRD noticed the bored expression flicker across Mr. Strenger’s face as well, despite his often quiet demeanor.

“If I could do a tap dance for you two right now I would. It seems you are lacking significant entertainment,” she joked as only a robot could. “But we are here to do a dangerous job, even if it doesn’t seem like right now.”

As the transport touched down on a slab of flat volcanic rock, Morgan turned to Surnin and said, “It’s possible there is a larger danger than predators, but without even a droid’s eyes on the ground we haven’t been able to investigate.”

Morgan wore a tough envirosuit with the helmet used only for protection - no rebreather needed. She pressed the hatch button, turned back towards the two marshals and asked, “Are you coming?”