The Terminus Facility (PVP)

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Klaxons started to howl all over the ancient station, fire achieving a level of alert that mere infiltration had not. An infiltrator was a fairly minor problem as far as the Overmind was concerned. Fire on the other hand.. There was limited oxygen and it had been programmed to maintain a Type I atmosphere, if too much was lost this would be impossible. Add to that the difficulty of clearing smoke out of the air, and the chances that electronics which would be hard to replace and repair without cannibalizing other sources would be damaged was calculated as too high.

As well as the klaxons and flashing red lights all throughout the station which would be noted by [member="Captain Larraq"], [member="Vilaz Munin"], [member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Anja Aj'Rou"], [member="Darth Hauntruss"], [member="Lurcano Car'dann"], [member="Sage Bane"] and [member="Veino Garn"], a slight smokiness could be detected in the air as it was circulated around the station.

The reaction around [member="Matsu Xiangu"] and [member="Mia Monroe"] was rather more dramatic and immediate. From the ceiling lowered what at first glance might appear to be weapons, but instead of blaster bolts as soon as they were clear they began pumping the corridor full of cryo-foam. The material would not only cause frostbite to exposed skin, it was also making the entire area slick and hard to operate within.

The Overmind watched closely to see if it was necessary to lower blast doors and seal this area off, or even vent it to remove the threat to its structural integrity.

 

[Sage Bane]

Location: Station Hallways
Allies: [member="Matsu Xiangu"] [member="Anja Aj'Rou"] @Lurcano Card'ann
Enemies: [member="Vilaz Munin"] [member="Keira Ticon"] [member="Mia Monroe"] [member="Veino Garn"]
Directly Engaging: N/A
Objective: Survive

Sage spent a few moments listening to Lurcano, all the while mentally coaxing his riled up amphistaves. Under different circumstances the other man's words might have sparked a fresh round of irritation in the Sith Knight, perhaps even enough to elicit a zap of Force lightning or another whip of his arm. But given the injury to his shoulder, and the proximity mines planted too close for comfort, Sage let Lurcano say his peace.

Once the amphistaves' writhing had ceased, Sage reached down and let one follow his hand, like a dog getting familiar with a new scent. He gave it a loving pat on its leathery head, and it dropped to his side. Once the other man finished, Sage let out a long chuckle.

"Well, perhaps you've made one less enemy today," he said, and then added with a smirk. "For now anyway."

"You're a fierce opponent, but the Sith Assassins will eventually find you. Unless...someone were to somehow get your name off their list? Perhaps one of those dumbkark Banes you were talking about?"

Suddenly the hallway was bathed in flashing red lights, accompanied by ear-splitting "ah-ooh-gah" sounds. Sage's nose twitched. Was that smoke? Fething hell, he was going to have to find a rebreather, and fast.

"I think we've got bigger problems than one another, Mr. Card'ann."