The Broken Amethyst [TE raid of Vulpter]

[Werah Unon]

Broadside Assault Cruiser, Approaching Vulpter​

Werah sat in the captain's seat, awaiting the first sight of their target, Vulpter. "Sir, we're coming out of lightspeed...now!". Werah stood up, looking out at the gleaming purple world below. It had a sort of beauty to it, but the smog and debris destroyed the image. There was work to do now. Droids and ground troops would descend to the planet, to scavenge as much as possible, and defeat any remaining OS resistance. Meanwhile, Werah planned to destroy the Orbital Advertisement Ring, as well as the OS ships guarding it. "Charge the cannons", ordered Werah, as the TE fleet drew ever closer. Werah thought back on their old allegiance with the One Sith. It still felt wrong to attack them, but the TE needed resources, and the OS had them. When the TU began to fall, however, the OS had failed to help. They had sat back as Werah'a home had been destroyed. "No more", he muttered to himself. "FIRE!"

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[member="Charzon Loulan"] | [member="Janus"] | [member="sabrina"] | [member="Titan Kryze"] | [member="Jessica Med-Beq"] | [member="Count Morcus"] | [member="Sasha Santhe"] | [member="Jed Kerkov"] | [member="Ileris Sonn"] | [member="Herr Vanderhing"] | [member="Barkt Melan"]

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

http://starwarsrp.net/topic/95812-the-broken-amethyst-ooc/- OOC thread

Vulpter had one similarity to Ringo Vinda: an artificial construct surrounding the planet's orbit. The Orbital Advertisement Ring. But Jessica didn't come here to slice through the Vulptereen's OAR; she was interested in slicing for other schematics. Ah, it would have been nice not to have to rely on Marcia for the slicing needs - among the Design Triumvirate, Marcia was the first choice for slicing missions. Yet, since Jessica suggested Vulpter as the target of the raid, she had to take part in it. For this mission in former One Sith-land, the first mission she ever conducted under the TE flag, and also as one of its mascots, she'd rather wear this WESTAR Skirmisher armor, which was more appropriate for those cases calling for rebreathers, as was the case according to Vulpter's datafiles. Hopefully she could get some schematics out of this trip that would help Ringovinda Systems design additional components for the Techno Empire's benefit.

"What is it now, Brianna? Marcia has my old R9 droid now"

"Approaching target" Brianna told them.

"I'd hope that these Vulptereen data vaults in Charbi would be using the same protocols as the One Sith did on Kuat: then my ability to slice through that will depend on the speed of the connection. Can you detect presence of anti-slicing EMP systems?"

"Negative"

The very thing that led to her asking all over the Holonet about whether a Force-power could be used to either enhance cognitive functions of people other than the caster or a Force-power could be used by someone else to use her cognitive functions, increased her confidence to try her hand at slicing for industrial espionage, since Jessica received perhaps excessive praise for this by one of the people at the base of that love triangle. Designing artificial intelligence that ended up being rather similar in functionality to the AI mounted on X0-X1, by herself, over a couple of days, requires considerable computing skill in its own right. Also Brianna was a repurposed WA-7 droid: the original, centuries-old, frame was refurbished by the maintenance team back on Ringo Vinda.

[member="Freanne"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Janus"] [member="Count Morcus"]

 

[Jed Kerkov]

Kerkov's business fleet looked like any other merchant convoy. The logo of the Banking Federation was painted on the side of each freighter, an iconic symbol in the mid rim, but not as much here in the deep core. While his fellow members of the Techno Empire were battling in space, many such as him would begin pillaging the surface. Jed had set up a meeting with a famous local ship manufacturer who wished to make a deposit in the BF. Well their money would certainly make it into Jed's hands, but not in the way he would like. At first Jed had been against using his security force to help raid and pillage the former One Sith holding, but when he remembered the funding his bank had to do for the Techno Empire, he realized lining his own coffers with someone else's money didn't sound all too bad.

He sat aboard his own Luxury 5000 Yacht which led the ships, which flew in no relation to the attacking TE vessels. Jed watched from a reclining couch as his own caravan fleet cut through the thick smog of Vulpter, it was pleasing to see such production and potential wealth. Once he and his V2 Commando Droids landed, a good portion of it would be his, and the 20 AT-120 freighters following him would be filled with credits and equipment to be sold on various legal and not as legal markets. Yes today would be good for Jed, very good indeed.

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Werah Unon"]​

 

[Freanne]

[member="Werah Unon"] [member="Jessica Med-Beq"]

Freanne was with ground troops, ready to be deployed. They where playing cards the game was pezzack, lucky for her the alarms went off, she was about to lose big. Though deck rules where, duty first and game had to stop. She then began rushing for her drops ship, with her fellow scout troops. She got inside her drop ship, or as she called the coffins as the ammount friends that died in them. As the they piled in, they began checking there equipment and making sure they had spare ammo, as this was going to be one thouse days. As the weapons where checked, they waited for the order. She was always silent at his point, why she hated it. This bit was never in her control, and she knew she could be dead an instant. She just for the engines to start.

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

"Brianna, open channel to Cla'Mari Rha while I slice through the Vulptereen technology databases, using corrupt, backdoor files disguised as network updates"

"Roger"

"To all friendly units in range, if there is any schematics you would like to obtain from this raid, or perhaps even siege, please make your wishlists now: the slicing operation begins along any second"

What Jessica hoped to achieve was to obtain their passwords so that they could access the main technology databases of Charbi, looking for various schematics of technology several manufacturers could hope to use. She was a mascot of the Techno Empire, and much more than simply a morale-booster: she was a mascot that actually did something. While, in computing terms, what she would ultimately want to do is making distant backup copies on a remote device, she doesn't seem to want to destroy the evidence: after all, there is no telling whether the Alliance or the Corellian League would want anything to do with Vulpter in the future. They were the main allies of the Techno Empire in this sector. But the main trick is the Vulptereen: if it was generally considered as a race that was difficult to train by Force-using cults because of their intellectual limitations, perhaps they would be a little gullible when it came to network updates. Even so, they need to install said network updates before the backdoor was in place.

[member="Freanne"] [member="Jed Kerkov"] [member="Werah Unon"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]

 

[Werah Unon]

The 120 missile launchers fired, armed with custom-made EMP warheads. Werah looked on with a half-smile, as the millions of flashing lights from the ring suddenly went dark. Unfortunately, this appeared to have brought the attention of several OS cruisers. "Tell the rest of the fleet to engage, we're going to take down that ring!" Though it may seem like the OAR was just a piece of worthless junk, it was actually a hub of hidden sensor arrays, that connected with OS high command. If the ring wasn't destroyed soon, OS reinforcements would soon be jumping in. "Fire the flak cannons at the weak points!", shouted Werah, as he ran to the lift, going to the hanger deck.

Werah raced into the bustling hanger, as all the gunships were prepping for launch. Werah climbed into his personal starfighter, armed with short-range EMP cluster bombs. If he could get close enough, he could short ou the sensors before the OS could call for reinforcements. Checking the controls, Werah brought the ship into the air, and then shot out of the hanger, heading for the OAR. The flak cannons had done their job well, it seemed, as the Ring was breaking in places from the constant barrage of firepower. Weaving past stray missiles from the attacking OS navy, Werah saw the ring rapidly approaching on his view screen. Feeling the force, Werah rested his long fingers on the trigger, ready to fire at the correct instant. "3..2...1", Werah counted aloud, "..0! Now!" The reverbarations shook Werah in his seat, as his ship began to lose power from the blast. The nose of the fighter began to edge down towards the planet below, and Werah quickly drew out his lightsaber. Checking the seals on his armour, Werah took a deep breath from his antiox mask before igniting the glowing purple blade. A quick swipe cut a hole in the side of the ship, and Werah was shot outside by the sudden depressurisation. "This is not going to plan", Werah muttered to himself, thinking back to the last time he had been in a situation like this. He had been raiding a Hutt Convoy...but back then he had a grapple gun. The though of a grapple, however, gave Werah an idea. He attached his belt cord to his wrist dart launcher, and aimed it hazaphardly at the nearest cruiser. He raced towards it, and Werah gave a sigh of relief. Unfortunately though, his relief was cut short, as he recognised the OS markings on the ship he was headed toward...

[member="Jessica Med-Beq"] [member="Freanne"] [member="Jed Kerkov"] [member="sabrina"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Cla'Mari Rha"]

 

[Herr Vanderhing]

Herr Vanderhing sat twiddling his thumbs in one of the hallways of a Techno Empire Frigate his hands were shaking with fear. He hadn't wanted to be a part of this battle but since he was one of the most verbal supporters of betraying the One Sith he had to be there. He tried every excuse he could think of

"I have business to attend to on Cato Neimoidia -this is more important was the reply
"I'm not a soldier!" -you're not going to be deployed on the ground was the reply
"I don't have a ship so therefore I have no way of getting there - he said smugly. Oh you can ride with one of them! Or use a Techno Empire ship! Was the reply
"I'm going to attend my funeral that day"- the reply of the last excuse was merely an eyebrow sarcastically raised

So there he was in the ship within a war he influenced waiting either for his ship to explode and kill him or for the fighters to all get destroyed ending the bombardment. He finally worked up the courage to walk into the bridge and sit and enjoy the carnage.

 

[Werah Unon]

Werah reached for a second dart, but he knew it was too late. He was closing fast on the OS ship. If they saw him now, he would be dead meat. The hull of the ship spiralled towards him too fast for his liking, but there was no way out of it now. He braced himself for impact...

"SLAM!". Werah thudded painfully into the side of the ship, damaging his suit. All kinds of warnings starting flashing in his helmet, but Werah saw a nearby service airlock, and crawled towards it. His eyes began to water, but Werah deftly opened the hatch, and pressurised the airlock using one of the brand new passwords sent to him by Jessica. Opening the Inner hatch, Werah discarded his broken helmet, and adjusted his eyepieces. It hurt a lot, but it was manageable. Igniting his saber, Werah drew his blaster, and summoned a weak force shield around himself. Limping slightly, he walked down the service corridor, hoping for directions to the hanger, but none appeared. He turned the corner, when suddenly, he got flung off balance by the ship being slammed to the side. The TE fleet were attacking these cruisers - but Werah was stuck there! Werah saw a hatch in the ceiling of the corridor, and opened it with a flick of his wrist. Gathering his strength, he leapt into the tunnel above, just hanging to catch hold of a brand new shiny ladder. "I hope that's a good sign", Werah muttered to himself. Climbing swiftly, Werah soon reached the top. Opening the hatch slightly, he peeked out from underneath. There was about 30 personnel manning a row of computer consoles, frantically. Werah pulled a thermal detonator from his boot, and armed it.

Closing his eyes, he threw the bomb into the room, and quickly closed the hatch. A massive explosion filled Werah's ears, but the hatch protected him from actual damage. Looking out again, he saw that most of the people had died in the blast, and the few survivors were lying on the floor, moaning. Ignoring them, Werah raced to a console, and inputed another of Jessica's codes. The entire array went dark, and Werah smiled. One less ship for the TE to fend off. Racing out of the room, Werah entered yet another corridor, before finally reaching the hangar bay. Unfortunately, there were at least 100 people milling around the hangar, prepping interceptors for launch, and controlling the cannons outside. He couldn't use another detonator, as that would destroy the ships, but neither could he take on that many troops alone. Still, he had no choice. Felling the connection to the force in his mind, Werah closed his eyes. Working silently, he created a perfect mental image of a OS official. Waving his hands, he willed the image into being, creating a fake image of a officer in front of him. Willing the image to move, he made it walk outside to the hanger, and shout at the workers there. "LISTEN UP, YOU LOT! WE NEED TO ALL GO TO THE ESCAPE PODS! THE REACTOR'S OVERLOADED!" Werah hoped that would buy him some time, as the troops ran out. Werah let the image fade away, and the raced out into the hanger. Seeing a small TIE fighter, Werah forced open the hatch, and claimed inside. Quickly taking note of the controls, he accelerated out of the hanger.

Out in space again, Werah could get a better view of the battle raging around him. The TE had taken some losses, but it was clear that they were winning. The OS had not been ready for a fight, and they couldn't match the skilled tactics of the prepared TE fleet. Behind him, Werah could see that the OAR was in shreds, utterly destroyed by the TE attack. From the passwords he had received, Werah deduced that Jessica, at least, had been successful. He couldn't speak for the other ground forces, but he hoped they were doing fine. Concentrating again, Werah used a force illusion to make it seem like the OS symbols on the TIE fighter were TE ones. He didn't want to get shot down by his own ships, after all. Werah sped into the hanger of his personal Heavy Cruiser, and docked the ship gracefully. Climbing out, he explained the situation to the nearest technician, and got into the elevator to the bridge. Walking in, he was greeted with relief, after all, they had seen his spaceship crash into the planet far below. Seating himself back in the captain's chair, he was just in time to see the final OS ship explode. The shuttles had been deployed to pick up the ground troops, and then they could return to Geonosis. Werah hoped that the situation on the ground was a good one, however....

[member="Herr Vanderhing"][member="Jessica Med-Beq"]@Freanne@Jed Kerkov

 

[Jessica Med-Beq]

Jessica knew that she needed to ping the network so that she could know whether the Vulptereen actually installed the corrupted core files that will act as her backdoor. Plus the stuff concealed under the guise of network updates contained not only corrupted core files, but other stuff that performed code injections, which will send some admin passwords and user IDs back to her once the backdoor is active. But the Vulptereen network admin didn't realize that cleaning up the corrupted core files was way more complicated than they thought it to be at first, especially if the integrity of the files was to be preserved. If he did a system restore, that would take ages, but that would negate all the work Jessica did. But he doesn't suspect anything: the backdoor would otherwise cause no noticeable problems inside the Vulptereen systems. Once the pinging confirmed that the corrupted files are in place, she decided to wait until it returned a result.

"I've got the user ID of the network admin: Ujira"

"And the password?"

"Jessica, here's the password associated with that ID: Directive12"

[member="Werah Unon"] [member="Herr Vanderhing"] [member="Freanne"] [member="Jed Kerkov"]