The Terminus Facility (PVP)

[Valiens Nantaris]

(For background and how to join, see here and here.)
[member="Wes Redtree"], [member="Soliael Devin Talith"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"],@ Matsu Xiangu, [member="Kei Amadis"], [member="Maya Whitelight"], [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Jericho"], [member="Raziel"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Dair Cotarin"], [member="Darth Kentarch"], [member="Trenchcoat Man"], [member="Sage Bane"]

The moon of SX-192 has a space station orbiting it, far from the fleeting battle. As you land you encounter no resistance, but soon you realise that not only are your rivals here, but that the station is rather more alive than you thought!

Notes:

• [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] is my assistant here, operating the NPCs and moving things along. Any issues please address both of us.

Objectives:

• Defeat enemies from rival factions.
• Download information from terminals. (Requires 5 posts, reduced by one per writer. This information must be protected until the character can depart.)
• Hold the station mostly, or completely.

Rules:

• No NPCs except those written by the Game Master.
• All regular SWRP rules must be followed.
• One character per writer.

[SIZE=11pt]Moving from one battle to another requires a post leaving one battle and another in the new thread arriving. This may only be done once. A writer may not move into a thread where they have another character.[/SIZE]

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

Born from the naval chaos that erupted around SX-192 region, a single One Sith fighter spewed from the abyss of space and zoomed towards the dark form a space station emerging form the shadow cast by a barren moon. As the fighter loomed over one of the docking hangars - the Sith Lord Darth Hauntruss rested in her command chair as the computer began its initial sensor scans and docking procedures. No signs of anti-fighter manuevers or internal counter-docking procedures. Rested in her chair with her black gloved fingers clasped together in a prayer like pose Hauntruss watched the data streak across her monitors in a red glow which illuminated the crimson storm trooper armor she was wearing underneath her dark robes. The fighter penetrated the outer shield wall that separated the vacuum of space to the oxygenated chamber of the ship hangar.

The fighter's hatch hissed as it mechanical gears pushed open the departure ramp. Mixing with the miniature plumes of exhaust decompression coming from the hatch vents the animated dark robes of Darth Hauntruss danced like a black wind as she descend. Tonk. Tonk. Hauntruss' black boots echoed her arrival as her two feet landed on the hangar floor. The dark side reached out like a shadow from her form. Groping and grasping at the immediate area around her, there was nothing. A void in the expected fight. Hauntruss' lips curled into a frown. Something was off. No resistance. But the dark side hissed a warning.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss. How curious." Hauntruss laughed. Strolling towards the exit archway she began to mumble spells, wards, to energize her powers so that she may release them at a moment's notice if need be. "Now...to business." Reaching for a datapad embedded in her gauntlet she projected the initial scans made by her fighter of the station. Zooming on an a certain room and area of the station an evil grin stretched her black inked lips. "The data must be in this central computer system's administration room." Resting her arm down her dark form drifted out of the hangar into a long corridor.

"Hmm. Someone is here." Hauntruss adhered to the warnings her senses continued to whisper at her. "No matter. They cannot hide from me."


[Note: I shall be out around 1 pm est. Off to watch Age of Ultron, so I will be back much later today at 5/6pm]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

High features lit by a riot of color from cannon fire of the space battle high above, another lone Sith fighter carrying Matsu Xiangu dashed through the fighting towards a space station floating in the silence of space. She would make no claims at being a great pilot but wanting to survive to explore the ancient mechanical beast below was motivation enough to maneuver past the dogfights and pitched destroyer battles raging up high.

That others had a similar idea was obvious but that wasn’t what intrigued her. The station below had a dead feeling (imagining hundreds of years of silence, no company but the monotonous, eerie drone of the pressures of space right outside its hull, the ennui of ambition made to wait, bide its time, recall the sound of footsteps in its hallways with fading certainty it had ever happened at all), but punctuated by something waiting. Though she supposed that could have been coming from those already stepping foot within the husk it could be chalked up to anticipation.

Landing the small ship, she waited for the characteristic exhalation of its unlatching to release her, filling the few seconds with the ritual check of the simple gear she had on her: her sword, a knife she'd baptized with the blood of Jedi masters, and the Force. She relied on the latter to survive more than anything. Without a sound her tiny figure slid from the ship’s confines. It was deathly still outside despite the unmistakable presence of others alive and well…for the time being.

She set out to do what she did best, intent on exploring deep within the confines of the ghost station and finding anything she might take home as a prize for herself and the Sith.

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

A single planet stood alone, far from the warmth of any sun. It was barren and desolate. Orbiting this planet was a single moon and much like its planet it also was barren and without life. And yet again, orbiting this moon was a single space station. Yet, this station was different. If one was to study it from afar, it would seem just as dead and barren as the moon and planet which it orbited around. But looks could be deceiving. The canvass of space stretched out far behind the space station. The black and seemingly endless expanse stretched out as far as eye could see. Then, a small flash of light was seen.

"Kark!" Inside the cockpit of his small fighter, Lurcano was struggling with the controls. He had punched in the coordinates so that he would jump right beside the space station. All had seemed to be going well, until of course Lurcano had leaned back in his pilots chair and lifted his feet on the control panel in an attempt to relax before he landed. This had led to him accidentally turning off the autopilot system which had been programmed to help take Lurcano to where he wanted to go. Now the ship was bucking and rolling. All the while Lurcano was searching desperately for the proper button to turn the autopilot back on.

'Oh chit. Oh chit. Oh chit oh chit oh chit.' Lurcanos breaths came out hard and fast as his heart was racing. The small fighter plane was headed straight towards the station and if he didn't do something quick he wasn't going to be alive for much longer. As they neared ever closer and closer, Lurcano started to smash every button one by one hoping to whatever god was out there that he would hit the right one before he hit something that would screw him over even more.

"Ships autopilot turning on. Stabilizing."

Lurcano collapsed back onto his seat, his breathing still coming out hard. A weak chuckle escaped him as he licked his lips. 'Holy chit am I one stupid motherkarker.' As the ship docked with the space station, Lurcano took a mental note of where the button to start autopilot was in the future and rechecked his equipment.

He was dressed in the armor he usually wore and his most valued possessions were at his sides. His two Tehk'la blades, capable even of piercing through light Durasteel plating. Along with the two Teh'la blades, he carried his two WESTAR 34's Blaster Pistols and a Raven Gauss Rifle. Both weapons were complete with various different rounds that he carried in a pack strapped to his side. They were capable of launching both slugs and firing off blaster bolts. He also carried a series of odds and ends that might prove useful. These included but were not limited to grenades, a flamethrower attached to his list, and various other things.

Stepping out of the ship, his Guass rifle raised high; Lurcano scanned the hallway. 'Nothing. Good.' The HUD screen on his helmet gave him a variety of different information. He had a rough layout of the inner workings of the space station which he had obtained from when his ship had scanned the space station while they were going through the docking procedures. He also had various scanners that checked for any sings of life or electronics which he might be able to hack into.

Continuing forward, he from hallway to hallway. The space station seemed abandoned, but Lurcano didn't allow himself to drop his guard. As arduous as scanning every hallway for signs of life was, he preferred it to the no doubt even more annoying task of dieing. Yet, his efforts were not in vain. Turning the corner, his eyes fell upon something he had not expected to see. Not in a million years. "What the k-..."

[member="Sage Bane"]
[member="Matsu Xiangu"]
[member="Darth Hauntruss"]

 

[Boethiah]

Near the edge of the star system a small Primeval fleet was en route.

"We're picking something up on long range scanners..." A sensory personnel was hard at work -- picking up and reporting anything they found.

"I don't see anything. It's just a moon!" The sensory officer himself protested the findings; writing it off as nothing. The old Umbaran had a coarse, eternally grumpy voice. The attitude of a man with no patience for anything or anyone.

Still the man earlier refined the data quickly, "Maybe... No, wait! It's not just a moon, there's a space station!"

As the man exclaimed, Anja walked into the command deck. The sliding door that lead deeper into the bowels of the ship was complimented by two guards.

Deja Vu ​

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She could've sworn she heard a similar line before. Not that it truly mattered, she was curious as to what the man was going on about. Their fleet had only received notice of a remote facility, a cache of old CIS tech, very valuable to any growing military power... Especially since the Four Hundred Years' Darkness. "A station? Can we send someone to investigate?" She asked curiously. Their fleet was not an invasion force by all means but they could compliment a sizable force to take and hold a space station. Even a large one.

"We could but I was able to pinpoint it -- something that small right next to a moon. If our fleet shows up we'll be a painted target." He explained to his superior.

Anja took what he said with careful consideration. If it is true, and their enemies have discovered the station as well. It would be bad if an enemy fleet were to intercept them, although they had warships at their side it wouldn't matter if they couldn't develop a strategy in time to defeat their opponents. All it would take is a costly skirmish to thwart their attempt at claiming anything of use and if the station turns out to be nothing then it'd be a waste. Of course, if the station did contain something valuable they'd have to send someone capable of being on their own.

"I'll go." And with that she turned back around and left the bridge. The deck officers were quite silent, none dared to protest but they had their concerns. Of course some of these concerns were squashed by the very presence of Pyrrhus Alet, one of their most distinguished Executors.

Back in her personal chambers, Anja was donning her Advanced Agent Armour and brought with her only a vibroblade as her weapon of choice. As a witch she could conjure dark magicks capable of tormenting any poor souls whom she might encounter on her journey.

And so leaving the hanger of their flagship, a small personal transport made its way to the station...

Her ship got closer and thus the station grew larger and larger in apparent size. What once seemed small on the blip of long-range scanners was now eclipsing the tiny ship that kept the Host Lord but a few meters from life or death. She couldn't even begin to image the immense difficulty of landing a spaceship but luckily with its mostly automated systems and the compliments of a rusty pilot droid, the small transport landed comfortably in the center of a hangar.

Curiously enough there was a starfighter parked nearby. It was clear she was not alone and that there may be others as well.

[member="Darth Hauntruss"] | [member="Matsu Xiangu"] (?)

((? Not sure if you wrote to be in the same hangar as Hauntruss, so tagging you just in case!))

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Location: Station Hangar
Allies: None
Enemies: None, at the moment
Objective: Investigate

In the void of space a lone freighter exited out of hyperspace just mere moments away from the space station orbiting the moon of this remote planet. No longer would this system would be under a veil that had thought to be a secret for the rest as long as time existed. But after the lucky being who had discovered this remote, isolated system that wasn't on the maps of anyone it would be disturbed and harassed by countless of foreigners in the number of legions. Expeditions would be sent out to investigate further, then conquerors would, unsurprising, follow to plant a flag of the faction they fought and seek major dominance over this they had subjugated. It was all a matter of time before those who sought out for the riches this world hosted to were to be in control of another hand. But a long battle was going to be fought in order to be king of the hill.

The Teganaalir vessel flew at a high velocity that gradually increased by the acceleration. He was determined to conquer whatever riches for himself and for the Mando'ade. After the reports from the probes that were sent out from the orders of some Field Marshals it was critical for anyone to come in control over this system. Mineral ores and other facilities had the potential to boost the economy and military of any faction. And that boost wasn't desperately needed, but it sure can cause the Mandalorians be a bigger superpower than their allies, enemies, and neutral neighbors. A hint of fear was always welcomed when to scare those who were competing for resources, power, and many more. And this would prove to be another game of competition.

Few moments later after traveling several kilometers towards the station the Teganaalir freighter found itself landing inside of many of space station. And seconds later a hiss escaped from the ship as a lone figure appeared with a face of a traditional Mandalorian buy'ce and dressed in beskar'gam. In his hands was a Bloodstripe cannon from the Underground's armory with variants of slugs in his utility belt. Cortosis dust slugs, anti blaster aerosol slugs, Ionite slugs, and regular ones. Along with two dual WESTAR 34s, Orar'bev, a Fett-Kal knife, one flashbang, one thermal detonator, and a repulsor pack. He was quite ready for any adversary to confront him, but as he exited from his transport there was no living being besides him to greet his eyes. No one at all. Strange to leave this station undefended to the foreign forces that sought to conquer this system.

But no enemies made it much easier for the Mandalorian to explore and see what value this station had. Beskar boots met the durasteel of the floor as he walked in the empty hangar to explore what secrets this unknown station had. But through his buy'ce his HUD was giving him information about this space station and providing a map for him to navigate through these waters.

 

[Veino Garn]

A small, battered Tachyon freighter drifted towards the station. No engine. No lights. Just a piece of wreckage that would soon be all over the place and streaming down towards the planet in a firestorm. Hopefully they would all land on barren land and not crush those in the conflict below. How strange they fought over a forgotten planet surrounded by an army of long-dead ghosts, robbed of their original purpose and cause.

Was that how the combatants would turn out? Fighting some forgotten world with no cause that mattered? Preferably not. He would do everything in his power to prevent that. Which was why he was no here. Partially on his own, partially for the Republic, partially for the Protectorate, a bit more for the Underground. Either way, he was there to salvage what he could for the good of the galaxy, regardless of which group he was officially representing.

But before all else, he was Jensaarai and so wore his armor over the armorweave suit and his amulet tucked safely beneath those. He was calm. That was certain. He knew his role and how to play it. He was a guardian of light and life across the galaxy. There would be those who would seek to harm that across the galaxy and he would neutralize them if need be, but the information was more important. That didn't mean he didn't have his spheres of duasteel with him though.

His ship connected to the station with a clang and a hiss and he took a long, deep breath, cloaking himself in the Force, wrapping it around him so his own presence became indistinguishable from the universe at large as the hatch slid open, revealing an empty hangar. He stepped out, boots clanging against the floor. Time to get to work.

 

[Darth Hauntruss]

[member="Lurcano Car'dann"]
"What the k-..." the first intrusion had made itself clear. A man clad in white armor with a foul mouth made his position quite clear and apparent as he turned the corner from the short corridor that lead from the ship hangar. Hauntruss' dark robed form halted and the darkside which she had been conjuring while she was exploring would now play its part. "Apologies." Hauntruss growled in feigned remorse. "But I have no time to play." In a sudden violent spin, Hauntruss' body whipped around to fling both of her hands out. Her fingers at first crunched together in a claw like grasp only to be flexed out wide open in a sudden jerk.

From her fingertips the force exploded into a all consuming wall of power. The very air in the hallway could be seen being disturbed as the shockwave of Hauntruss' enormous burst rolled down the hallway like an invisible wall that covered the entire circumference of the hallway. As the blast carried down, it tore at the metal lining of the corridor wrinkling the metal and blasting lights out of their sockets. The force of this blast would break a man or at least throw him a long distance. But distance is what Hauntruss wanted.

Turning away from the intruder, Hauntruss then sensed there were plenty more. A few lightsided ones and a darkside one. Hauntruss' face faded to an annoyed grimace. Time to expedite my arrival. Hauntruss passed a blaster door entrance which lead to another corridor. Once over the threshold she activated its doors to close and then with the force weaved the tips of the two doors into a heated weaved mess. The two sliding doors were now fused together even if activated the doors wouldn't separate. Then for good measure, Hauntruss tore out the control panel. Now. Where were we. Hauntruss laughed.

[OOC: [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], don't know about the other but yes, I am in the same hangar as you. Hauntruss was already up a few hallways so I don't think she has noticed you. She has certainly felt all of you.]

 

[Keira Priest]

What did you get when you put the youngest of the Ticon siblings on a ship? Typically not very good results. What if said ship was close to a complete failure of all systems? Well…

It was those circumstances Keira was currently attempting to battle, and she wasn’t doing all that terribly, given what could have happened as an alternative. Yes, she could have simply lost all control and possibility of survival in deep space, before she had a chance to land the vessel in a spaceport of any kind. But fate, or some version of it, anyway, had decided to give her a second chance of some kind. An out of the way planet she hadn’t know existed had appeared on her sensors, and it seemed to have a hangar or an equivalent, so she settled. Her mind wasn’t on what would happen once she set the ship down and exited, but entirely focused on the procedure itself. The rest of it would come later, when the odds were at least a bit more in her favor. She didn’t mind playing the underdog, but not like this.

Expletives that would have shocked anyone of a higher society flowed from her mouth as easily as water from a spring, and she did another onceover of the status of those mechanics critical to keep everything in one piece in the air. It didn’t take long for her to get within a proper height for extending the landing gear, and she still hadn’t decided whether that was an entirely good or bad thing. Doing her best to land as gently as possible, she finally exhaled in relief once all was, at least for now, quiet. A bit of peace was all she could ask for at this point, but she knew it couldn’t last forever. Eventually she’d have to find a way out of here and back to Raven space. First she had to figure out exactly where ‘here’ was. And that constituted a bit of exploring on her part.

Of course, things couldn’t stay quiet forever, least of all on the ethereal plane. The dark, cloying auras of two Sith, their toxicity far more potent than her own, hung in the air like an excessively strong perfume, none too pleasant to the senses. ([member="Darth Hauntruss"] and [member="Matsu Xiangu"]) That in and of itself didn’t bode well, given the decaying alliance that had eventually crumbled with that galactic power. Another that held about as much hope pushed through as well, a bit more chaotic in nature, but still hostile all the same. ([member="Anja Aj'Rou"]) Oh, come on. What are the odds, at this point? That was one confrontation she didn’t want to have just yet, but the Force bond the two had forged made it a bit harder to conceal her presence. No matter. What would come to pass would. There was a strangely neutral essence in the mix as well, not demanding her attention of yet. ([member="Veino Garn"]) The final two were, well. Less of a concern given their lack of Force sensitivity, she supposed. One of them was a fellow Raven, and arguably a friendly face. ([member="Lurcano Car'dann"]) The other she had met before on the battlefield on one occasion. He’d earned her grudging respect, but no more. ([member="Vilaz Munin"])

It seemed things already weren’t going her way, and it had only been a few minutes at best. One friendly face among four hostiles and an unknown anomaly weren’t exactly great odds, and on top of that she wasn’t sure how well she and Lurcano would be able to collaborate given their reciprocal enmity. On my own, then. It was nothing new. Well, except for the very real possibility that she wouldn’t walk away alive this time, but it was never fun if there wasn’t a chance of dying. This time that chance just happened to be multiplied by itself a few times over. Either way she would fight when it was necessary and do her best, for once, to avoid a battle when it wasn’t. It was always trickier when you didn’t have the major powers on your side of the playing field.

Palming her lightsaber she exited the ship, the echoing clang of metal on metal seeming to echo as she stepped into the open, taking a breath. Well, here went nothing. Whether she made it out of this or not, she would give it her best shot. Let the powers that be sort themselves out. This time she wasn’t looking for a fight. Irony certainly was a funny thing.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Station Hangar
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Directly engaging: Eventually [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]
Objective: Investigate

Sith Knight, Sage Bane, fresh from a battle on Zenith Prime fighting rogue Yuuzhan Vong alongside the Hand of the Dark Lord, flew into a hangar of the space station that orbited around the low-hanging moon of SX-192. He had come to the mysterious station to help investigate it, and claim for the One Sith whatever treasures or fight for his own glory whatever monsters lay within its pillaged innards. Additionally, the Knight would offer support if needed to two other Sith Lords who were integral to the expedition, [member="Darth Hauntruss"] and his Master [member="Matsu Xiangu"]. The wings of his Sith fighter folded in as the compact ship came in for an uneventful landing. The hangar itself was deathly quiet, and a lifelessness hung in the air, like the staleness in the bowels of a mausoleum.

Upon exiting his fighter, Sage unzipped his spacesuit and hung it in a dusty locker, and listening carefully for any signs of life, took inventory of his belongings. He wore a black robe over lightly armored clothing, along with a lightsaber clipped to his belt. He also carried an electro-whip strapped to his thigh, and hanging from his belt opposite his lightsaber, a focus he had crafted himself, a small wooded hand with an ink-painted surface.

With everything seemingly in its proper place. The Sith Knight picked a corridor at random and began to explore. Force tendrils branched out from his rangy frame, ethereal fingers feeling around for his fellow Sith. He sensed a few Force signatures, most of them dark-sided, but a few too many to be simply Matsu and Hauntruss. One dark-sided presence in particular felt achingly familiar, but he couldn't yet place it. It seemed that the expedition on the space station floating around the moon of SX-192 was going to be the party of the century. The three sentient minds of Sage's masqued Vong-formed arm chittered darkly in his head, insisting that if only he would let it loose, that it would help him take care of those nasty party crashers.

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Location: Station Hallways
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Sage Bane"]
Objective: Find another way around

Aiming down the sight of his gun, Lurcano fitted Darth Hauntress into his sights. He followed her movements, his brain on autopilot. His mouth registered what was happening before his eyes did. Therefore, before he could even react he was already shouting out. "Oh son of a queen." His finger slammed down onto the trigger of his Gauss rifle but by then it was already to late. The Sith Lord whirled around faster then Lurcano had imagined was possible. Her arms lifted up and a jolt of force energy was sent towards him.

At least he had been given time to prepare himself. Something told Lurcano that if she had really wanted to. The Sith Lord could have done something far more deadly. She settled for mildly concussive and bone shattering this time. His magnetized boots had kept him held onto the floor, so even though the sheer power of the simple Force Push had been enough to render his magnets obsolete, it lessened much of the power behind the push. While he was being thrown back, all the muscles in Lurcano's body tensed up to brace for impact. His jetpack even let out a small bit of energy as he flew into the wall to slow himself down even more.

Upon slamming into the wall, a loud oomph escaped Lurcano. He wasn't out of the fight just yet though. He quickly raised his gun up once more which had miraculously stayed in his grip, and fired several shots off as well. The shots went wide however as he was still disoriented, and the Sith Lord calmly didn't even react to them. She stepped out of view, presumably into another hallway. A few seconds passed before Lurcano struggled up. All the wind had been thrust out of him and each step sent jolts of pain through his body. He hobbled forward, gun still raised. He managed to step in just in time to see the blast door sealed completely shut behind the Sith Lord.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned against the wall and took a seat once more. Several minutes passed and so did the pain. He stood up, stretching his muscles. He felt small twinges here and their but it was nothing he couldn't work through. 'Looks like I've answered that question. I am not alone. Time to find another way around. That queen obviously holds the key to whatever secret this space station might hold. And I definitely won't be caught off guard like that again.'

Soon he was at it again. Taking a turn here and a turn there. He was more paranoid then ever. Finally he found himself walking down a hallway but something felt odd. Lurcano had never been once to rely very much on intuition, but he understand a bad feeling when he got one. Calling out hesitantly, his gun raised and his armor at the ready. "Anyone there?" [member="Sage Bane"]

 

[Matsu Xiangu]

LOCATION: Station Hallways
ALLIES: [member="Sage Bane"] | [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] | [member="Darth Hauntruss"]
ENEMIES: [member="Lurcano Car'dann"] | [member="Keira Ticon"] | [member="Veino Garn"] | [member="Vilaz Munin"]
DIRECTLY ENGAGED: No one yet.
OBJECTIVE: Investigate.

A flurry of activity fluttered along the edges of her mind, a practiced heightened awareness alerting her to a skirmish somewhere else in the station. It helped that otherwise the entire place still felt dead, no interference to mess with her sensing. Whatever was happening however, had nothing to do with her at least a dozen hallways over.

Time to explore.

The entire place was enormous and she wouldn’t pretend to have any ability to figure out what was useless and what was important merely by feeling or taking a cursory glance. But she figured the center had to be important and was easy enough to find in the ancient maze. The deeper she moved the more signatures she could feel blooming within the confines, more come to see what was up for grabs. One was delightfully familiar – her apprentice-turned-knight Sage Bane had landed, fine company to have prowling the labyrinth elsewhere (her fellow illusionist, weaving misery and confusion, a minotaur, we thought we were at the finish, but our way bent round and just as far from that which we were seeking at first).

Turning a corner she stopped in her tracks, power she’d been shoring since landing shooting right to the edges of her fingertips, swirling in her head without hesitation when she discovered a corridor filled with droids lining the walls. However the surprise quickly wore off as it quickly became evident they’d long been deactivated. A light film of dust coated the tops of their heads and shoulders, their neck joints folded in rest. Assuming she was on to something important or at least headed in the right direction with the amount of security this hallway had garnered all those decades ago she started walking forward slowly. She knew little of the technology used during the Clone Wars as all but the most important events of that time period had been lost to the Plague, but she wouldn’t assume that her presence couldn’t trigger some sort of response from the system.

She felt others moving in closer, but for now was blissfully, wonderfully alone with her thoughts and the death-station.

 

[Lina Djo]

Location: Hangar
Allies: TBC
Enemies: TBC
Directly Engaged: None
Objective: Explore


Mia had little interest in a full scale war, she'd seen her fair share of it, fought on the front lines, sent men to their death, even died herself. Safe to say, she no longer had the taste for it. But this? This little treasure away from the battle she was interested in. Droids were not what she'd call a challenge, so the prospect of exploring a station likely to be manned by droids felt very much like a walk in the park. Why make life difficult after all?

But the station wasn't as quiet as she'd hoped, others had taken interest and she watched the board one by one from the safety of her ship and blew a sigh out of her nose. So it wasn't going to be so easy after all, but she couldn't turn away from it, she was, after all, a warrior born and bred, walking away from a fight simply wasn't in her nature. So she guided the starfighter into the hangar bay, scanning the small handful of other ships that had arrived she chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment before shutting the fighter down and reaching behind her seat to retrieve her weapons.

Bolters, gifted to her by Siobhan rested at her hips, two blasters holstered neatly at the small of her back. Combat knifes slipped into the tops of her boots. She shrugged a scabbard onto her back and glided her beskad neatly into it. Loaded and ready she grabbed her scattergun dropped from the cockpit. There was a bad taste in the air, one that could only be left by sith. She made a grunt of annoyance and padded down one of the many corridors leading away from the station. She'd run into trouble sooner or later.

She always did.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Station Corridor
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Unsure: [member="Mia Monroe"]
Directly engaging: [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]
Objective: Terrorize an unknown presence

As Sage continued down another dimly lit corridor, a man's voice floated out from around a nearby corner, accompanied by footsteps and the sound of a weapon being drawn. He froze and pulled his focus off of his belt clip. The Sith Knight sidestepped to the wall and, hugging it, crept backwards a few feet, cloaking himself in the shadows.

In the next minute, Sage killed every movement save for his hands which palmed his fetish, The Hated Hand. He caressed the powerful object, his third hand, ecstatically savoring the Sith magic that pulsed from it, and starting with the pinky finger, the illusionist began to bend the creaky digit. As he slowly forced the pinky finger into a curl, its ancient secrets mingled with the incantations he whispered. He began to weave an illusion that would form in front his foe, or where he presumed his foe to be. Only the magic user and his victim would be privy to the vision. Anyone else who happened to wander into their vicinity would merely see one man hugging a corner, making esoteric gestures, or around that corner, another man his body tense and alert.

The form he created spiraled out from the shadows, with a sickening squelching sound, and dragged its deformed body around the corner, where the voice originated. In the hallway, his foe would see a writhing mass of naked and deformed human bodies, some headless torsos, others lone heads on stalks, tangled together in a mass of bones, red, bloody tissue tied around each joint like thick, fleshy twine. Despite the fact that some of the heads had large, uneven holes instead of mouths or no mouths at all, the lifelike being let out several pained groans and shuffled towards [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]. Grey arms, blistered and necrotic reached out, clawed hands frantically clenching and unclenching.

The intention of the monstrous vision was to shock and disorient the enemy as much as possible, so that Sage could give the stranger a big surprise.

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Location: Station Hallways
Allies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Directly Engaging: [member="Sage Bane"]
Objective: Find another way around

"Anyone there." The sound of Lurcano's voice echoed out across the hallway. Not a single sound was heard in response to this. Gritting his teeth and tightening the grip on his gun, Lurcano advanced forward towards the turn in the hallway. His steps much like his voice echoed all around and only increased the feeling of uneasiness and paranoia that was beginning to manifest deep inside Lurcano's brain. 'Damn. Why the kark am I getting like this...You'd think this was my first time in a high pressure situation.'

Little did he know, that the dark magics being commanded by Sage Bane were already beginning to take affect deep in his mind. A second later his eyes clouded over and after he blinked several times trying to dislodge whatever seemed to be in his eyes, the creature that Sage Bane had worked so hard to manifest appeared in front of Lurcano. For a second, there was silence. Eerie silence that didn't fit the situation at all. This was only broken by a strange moan which seemed to emit from the creature itself. This moan only intensified as thousands of mouths and vocal cords joined in. Each rotting face shouted out its own story.

The sheer sight of something like this overwhelmed Lurcano. It shocked him so much that it completely overrode all of Lurcano's senses. No longer did he notice that the HUD markings in his helmet didn't display any signs of life or motion. No longer did he notice the fact that there was no repugnant odor that would have surely accompanied a creature like this. He did not stop to consider that such a creature could surely not exist outside of the bowels of his own deep and twisted mind. The only thing that mattered was escape.

A single word didn't escape Lurcano's mouth. And just when Sage might've begun to wonder if there even was a person to react to his illusion; Lurcano's finger smashed down on the trigger. Slugs were sent outwards, and though Lurcano perceived each bullet connecting with its target and simply being shrugged away. In reality the bullets tore into the wall in front of him smashing into the Durasteel plating which protected the hull. Breathing coming out in ragged gasps as Lurcano stumbled backwards, he quickly changed his Rifles firing mode and the slugs were replaced with Blasters bolts. The affect didn't change.

Becoming even more desperate, his heart and breathing rate only continued to rise as he began to border hyperventilation. In one last desperate attempt he reached into the pack that lay onto his side and contained a variety of things. He grabbed the first thing his hand enclosed around, a concussion/flashbang grenade, and he chucked it with all his might towards the creature. The result in Lurcano's eyes was the exact same but his actions might have had an unexpected affect on Sage. The Flashbang slammed into the wall and ricocheted down the corridor where Sage was currently performing his Dark Magic.

((OOC: I'm not very experienced in Sith Magic so tell me if what I RPed doesn't make sense. I assumed it was an illusion but I'm probably wrong. Sorry in advance. [member="Sage Bane"] ))

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

The station was abandoned. No hearts had beat within it's walls for a very long time. No footsteps or voices had broken the silence. It sat, awaiting orders that never came. It was not however, dead.

As ships and humanoids began landing, exploring, trespassing, deep within the station, protocols were activated, routines and subroutines were engaged. An awakening began, as the great mechanical monster began to rouse itself. Processing. Analyzing. Camera feeds were examined, logical, orderly conclusions were reached. In due time, action was taken.

The stations defences were very well programmed. They learned. The overmind had already established based on observed interactions that this was not a united attack. Therefor, the logical course of action was to let any engaged intruders fight each other and expend energy and resources, leaving them weak and easy to finish off with the least amount of waste. Those sneaking about however, could not be allowed such unrestricted access to the station.

Throughout the station, groups of droids calculated to be expendable for this initial foray powered up. B1 Battle Droids, interspersed with a few B1 Grapple droids stepped out of their niches, or through passages that opened silently in the walls of the corridors.

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Four Battle Droid were sent through the Hangar, metal feet clanging on the floor. Many of the intruders were still within it's depths, shielded from each others view by the ships. There wasn't much else to disrupt the clean, sterile lines of the Hangar. This was the providence of droids after all. Without organics there were no crates left to be unpacked, no work undone. Perhaps if they were forced to interact they would fight. Of course there was also the chance they would instead choose to work together, but since at the end of the day all the meatbags had to die, this did not concern the overmind too much.

Potshots would be taken at the general location of [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Veino Garn"], [member="Vilaz Munin"] and [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], the Droids moving to convene with each other, whether they were struck down or not, they would lead the intruders in the direction of each other if they could, or at the very least make them aware of each other.

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The seven strong team of Battle droids, and one Grapple droid [member="Matsu Xiangu"] has passed opened fire as soon as they stepped down from their place, the grapple droid waiting in the back. The Overmind had identified one of the intruders as force sensitive, and was taking steps to counter should this one be as well. After all, it was programmed to fight Jedi.

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Another team of eight, the same composition, seven Battle droids, and one Grapple, stepped out of a previously hidden storage room, advancing on [member="Mia Monroe"] intending to either shoot her down or drive her down the hallway towards [member="Matsu Xiangu"]

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[member="Darth Hauntruss"] for her trouble was met with three Grapple droids. The Overmind suspected this one would mow through them quickly enough, but since her only opponent had been an organic, and they were notoriously weak, it wanted to get a more accurate assessment of her abilities before assigning stiffer opposition.

 

[Lina Djo]

Location: Station Hallways
Allies: Potentially @Veino Gran (wherever you may be)
Enemies: TBC
Directly Engaging: Possibly [member="Matsu Xiangu"]
Objective: Survive and Explore

The hiss of a door opening behind her made Mia swing round, scattergun lifting to aim at the group of droids that filed out.

CRACKBOOM

The gun rattled, into their midst as she began to move backwards, charging her body with tutaminis as blaster fire rained down upon her. She immersed herself in the force, calling forth the quiet anger that rested in her soul and absorbing the energy from each blast as she continued her firing retreat down the hallway.

CRACKBOOM, CRACKBOOM!

"Kark this." She released the gun with one hand, and drew in a deep breath.

"HAAAAAUUUUUUM!"

The force bellow ripped down the corridor, peeling panel from the walls and slamming into the droids like they were nothing but saplings in a hurricane. Breathless, she turned her back on them and continued forwards. She could feel the sith ahead of her and the quiet anger she had unleashed swelled in her chest. She took steadying breaths with each step, forcing her emotion back down. She needed to be rational, not emotional. The scattergun raised all the same as she rounded the corner to find [member="Matsu Xiangu"].

Fight or flight? It was her call.

 

[Veino Garn]

Location: Hangar into Hallways
Ally: [member="Mia Monroe"]
Enemies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] (Probably) @Anja An'Rou ?
Engaging nobody presently
Objectives: A little of everything
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Veino puased suddenly in the shadows. The place surged with the Dark Side. Powerful Dark Side stuff. He let out a long slow breath. Wonderful. As if creeping around a creepy ancient space station wasn't bad enough. Now there were villains involved. So much for some snazzy sneaking about. Then there was even more Dark Side stuff roiling about the facility. Time to be on his guard then and much sneakier.

He dropped to a crouch and crept along the wall of the hangar as other sounds echoed through the station.

It was alive. As alive as a ship full of droids could be. He darted along the wall towards the nearest door, suddenly ducking right before a blaster bolt slammed into the wall near him, and then in through the doorway. He heard a not unfamiliar sound and the taint of the Dark Side. He grimaced, and dove deeper into Force Stealth, wrapping the Force around and through himself so that his presence melted completely into it, not even a ripple in a sea. There were more Dark Side users here, presumably Sith, than potential allies, so it was time to be very, very careful. While his armor certainly wasn't that great for stealth, being invisible to Force detection would help some, at least. Any little advantage helped.

 

[Captain Larraq]

Location: Station Hangar
Allies: [member="Vilaz Munin"],
Enemies: Probably everyone
Objective: Pan for Gold


From the main ramp of the Teganaalir-class Patrol Ship, a pair of beskar and leather boots clod lightly as a second individual exited the craft and entered the hanger. Rygel Larraq entered the station with, mostly, the same equipment he always wore. A high quality beskar armorweave officer's uniform rested atop a light flak vest similarly made of beskar. On his left hip rested a Beskad fashioned into a saber, an heirloom of his grandfather. On his right hip was a magnum pistol and on his left upper-thigh was strapped a high caliber revolver. At the small of his back, angled for use from his left hand, was an ion pistol. Above that pistol was the only change to his normal attire that he had chosen to bring with him for the mission. A simple tac. backpack was strapped over his shoulders. True, it too was made of a light beskar armoweave, but it was simple and crude by the standards of most Mandalorians. Within it was a few tools, a medpack, an automated slicer's kit, and a Ysalamiri in a common nutrient tube.

Larraq was not a fan of the odd, lazy, lizard-like creature. But the tactical benefit they afforded was undeniable, so Larraq had placed the creature in a tube-like structure not unlike a drafter's map case and brought it along for the mission. What Larraq was a fan of, was the advanced datapad that he held in his left hand.

"First hallway to the left." Larraq said to [member="Vilaz Munin"] as he walked behind the man, scanning the station with his datapad as he went.

Spoiler

Gear is listed in character profile. Hasn't changed in months.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Station Corridor
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Darth Hauntruss"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"]
Enemies: [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Veino Garn"] [member="Vilaz Munin"]
Unsure: [member="Mia Monroe"]
Directly engaging: [member="Lurcano Car'dann"]
Objective: Get ready for battle

There was dead silence in the corridor, and for a second, Sage wondered if perhaps his mark had turned tail. However, the warmth of a fresh body's aura still lingered around the corner, assuaging his doubts and sparking a pang of bloodlust that would bolster the illusion's power. Then, blaster fire echoed through the station as his unknown foe opened fire on the illusionary monstrosity. The Sith Knight felt a sideways smirk lift his lips at the sound of someone coming unglued. The wooden joints creaked as Sage began to curl forward the ring finger of the Hated Hand. Suddenly, his Force sense cried out to him. Mental alarms sounded as a portent of destruction flooded his mind. His fetish dropped to the floor with a thunk. His cloak swelled up around him as he called upon the Dark Side of the Force to fill him with power.

When the frag grenade ricocheted off the station wall and came hurtling towards him, Sage pushed out a telekinetic Force pulse to deflect the grenade. It hit his dark energy wall and ricocheted back to the corridor where it lost momentum and rolled back down the hallway towards its origin. His fetish snapped back into his hand and he clipped it to his belt, replacing it with his lightsaber hilt. The red blade ignited with a snap-hiss. It was time to emerge from the coal-black shadows and face the foe head on. The mouths of his amphistaff arm sang out their chorus of approval and ripped themselves from their masquer. The chalk-white flesh of his left arm disintegrated and in it's place were three black leather tentacles with writhing, hissing heads. The eruption of his Vong-formed limb caused him both a pleasurable release and painful ache, and he let out an audible cry that echoed through the corridor. It took a moment for Sage to compose himself, lest his arm turn on its Master. As a Knight he was still learning how to control the deadly creature, a task that was herculean at this stage in his training.