Public The Wild Hunt – the Spring of Chaos

[Bedrovelse Hevn]

Objective: Wild Hunt

Bedrovelse Hevn had been lost in his thoughts for weeks. After returning from the Warlock Gate on Dathomir, from Hell itself, his brain was still shaken. His body was still battered. He’d not quite been able to piece things together just yet. Would he ever feel complete? Ready to face Scherezade or Discordia? What answers would he even be able to offer them that they could understand? What words could convey the journey he’d taken, or the wounds that still wept so openly upon his soul?

Brooding over his drink like a common thug in a cantina not so far from the Tower. That’s how the insurgents found him. The chaos. The shooting. The screaming. A majority of him believed it was all in his head. The haunt of deeds done. Of a darkness that still swallowed him. The fools made two mistakes. The first of which was disturbing a Jen’jidai content with drinking in solidarity. The second was their cry of surprise and premature victory.

“We found him!” Someone roared.

Bodies flooded through the door. Blaster bolts poured over the panicking crowd in merciless effect. Bodies dropped in screeching thuds as the room was sprayed with blistering red.

The ones that touched Hevn crackled and scorched his synthetic skin. Buried themselves ineffectively into the subdermal armor and cybernetics to which his patchwork corpse was fused. A fury consumed his eyes. He’d battled the Kings of Hell. Killed his brothers upon their thrones and refused the seat among them saved for him.

Blood red eats every aspect of his vision. Seeps into his bones, his metal, his flesh, and his soul. Boundless rage bleeding into the force and drawing the dark side to his call. A lightning bolt of anger smashed through his being. The power of it shook his being and brought a trembling wrath to his body. The power pent up inside him was ready to burst, as his blood and oil came to a boiling peak.

“Drarina!!!” Hevn hissed his spell in the language of the High Sith.

A torrent of blazing red poured from his right palm as he swept it across the entirety of the cantina. A stream of force blast unleashed in an unstoppable ray of death pouring out as his arm swiped from right to left. In its wake was a massacre. The bodies left standing after massacring the citizens of Eve were obliterated in one fell swoop of his infinite hatred and malice.

His palm smolders and smokes. An organic hand would’ve been burned beyond further use at all, but Hevn knew both the limits and benefits of his artificial body. The mechu deru virus, his midichlorians, even the metal hand from which the spell was unleashed all howled in fiery protest and agony.

It only fueled him. The rest he sought and needed so badly after being hounded so long by assailants. The irritation that ripped into his brain and heart like churning knives. He was beginning to miss the days of the Dark Jedi Order from which he had come. So dangerous and deadly that nothing save for themselves could challenge their kingdom. Now there was no home. No safe place to drink or collect ones thoughts.

Hevn would hound every last one of these morons until they found their graves. Even then, he swore to himself, he’d not let them free. He’d damn their souls. Tether them to eternal torment which would not cease until something was lucky or powerful enough to end him and his sorcery. An end that not even Hell itself could deliver upon him.

Hevn would be the reckoning of their conspired whispers. Their foolish plan. The beast was awake, and starving for newfound vengeance.

If they knew of him, they knew of the other Firsts. If they knew of the Firsts, it was likely they knew more of the agents of chaos than perhaps even he’d attuned himself to.

Hevn approaches the doors of the cantina to peer upon an impressive force upon which a single man was taking on. His violet blade deftly deflecting every shot toward its origin. Far better trained and composed than the rabble opposing him. Pushing toward the tower rather than slaughtering the masses. Likely an ally, but one could never be certain.

Nearby, approaching swiftly, a familiar aura caught his impeccable senses. One he’d not felt since Apatros. The valiant young lady who’d seen to the invading drop pod striking Shadow’s Point. The one Hevn and Scherezade had sought to rescue before attacking the misguided invaders.

Hevn tears his sword from its sheath with an ethereal wail. It’s haunting cry rippling through the force besieging any sensitive enough to feel it. As it’s hunger and glee race from his scalding hand up to his foggy mind a clarity begins to clear it. The sorcerer’s fuming will fills the magical blade with a command to call.

<<ALWINE! Rally! If this man is our own, we shall take the Tower as one!>>

Alwine Daye | Myrium Okar

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armatura | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis | The Sofitor
Wielding: 10 Nozhi Blades | 10 Czerka knives | 2 Nastirci Combat Knives | Clarion | Copero's Wail | Fire and Smoke | Combat Gauntlets | 2 TOTT-001 Arc Light Blaster | 2 Dissuader KD-30 Pistols with Glitter Bullets
Location: In front of The Tower
Tags: Aaran Tafo Al'Taylor Quarnz Razelle Breuner | +Open!

Their immediate vicinity was clear for the moment, though Scherezade still had her blasters pulled out at the two men she did not recognize, the two men that did have the sense to run away the moment she showed up. She could feel Razelle getting closer, but not quite there yet, and she had to make sure the area was safer before she arrived. Not, that Raz couldn't handle herself. The woman had several centuries over Scherezade when it came to dealing with things. But her godmother was a woman that Scherezade loved, and as withal those she loved, that meant she preferred she safe, regardless of whether or not she could take care of herself on her own.

Her attention returning to the first that had spoken, the Jedi, she frowned. "I think you're the first Lightsider that's graced Eve with his presence since it was constructed," she shrugged, putting the blaster that had been aimed at his face back in its place, "you a Jedi or something?"

And then the other one asked what a stim was. Scherezade blinked, and looked at the man. He did not know what a stim was? That made him so backwater that even if he was here to harm her or hers, he was not going to be overly successful at it to begin with. Pulling the blaster back from him as well, her frowned deepened. "What backwater crater did you hail from?" the confusion was all too clear in her voice.

But just because the other enemies had gone, did not mean that they were actually in the clear. It would be so much simpler than that. What exactly had happened in those precious seconds was not pecicely known to her, but she could easily see the result – bigger, better armored people now. Were it not for her Blood Hound abilities or the Force, she would not have known that the seven foot tall humanoid-looking pieces of metal had people in them.

But, know it or not, they all knew what it meant when those large things started shooting at them. Slugs, not blasters.

How the krak had they managed to sneak that into Eve?!

With no time to consider it, Scherezade grabbed the other two dudes and ducked behind the nearby cornr, plans already beginning to form in her mind.

 

[Adora Belle]

EW-031 Gna Grimwasp Middenface McNulty | + Open​

Adora could not help but smile as the droid introduced herself. Technically, she came from a good house, middle class, and had been raised to always be proper and polite. The mere fact that she had even chosen to leave a secure job on Eriadu and come to this place was enough to give her parents nightmares for years. If she wasn't going to provide them with grandchildren at some point, they'd probably never forgive her for doing this in the first place.

"Oh no! We can't have you reduced to spare parts!" she voiced, letting herself sound genuinely concerned. "What would we do without you?" came the next question. And then she took a good look. "Tell you what," Adora offered as the smile returned to her face, "we survive this, and I'll personal program you access codes to almost everywhere on the Scintilla. How does that sound?"

The main question though… How were they going to survive it? Adora remembered the security protocols. Almost everything was going to be locked before they could reach it. Except…

"We need to head down to the tunnels beneath Eve," she half whispered. But where were the manholes for the access? She didn't remember their locations by heart.

"Come on!" Adora half shouted, and motioned for EW-031 to follow her, not knowing that within a few short streets they would bump directly into Gna Grimwasp and Middenface McNulty as they searched for the way down.

 

[Gna Grimwasp]

" ok Hay" the tiny Gna greeted as the Abominor almost hit Adora Belle " Sorry bout that. We were sent an invite and well.." she leaned down off the tank sized droid ".. we have no idea why. "

 

[Alwine Daye]

Wearing: Armor
Wielding: WindWhisper
Tags: Myrium Okar Dyre Redwave Bedrovelse Hevn | + Open

Her speeder was too damn slow. She was trying to catch up with the Head of the Blackguard, but she could not. No matter how hard she tried to push it forward, and too afraid to not have enough control in order to safely use the Force to make it go faster, and the distance between threatened to grow with every passing mile.

After what seemed to be an eternity, he finally stopped. Alwine looked around, squinting as he realized how close they were to the Tower. It meant that her entire trip had been for utterly nothing; she might as well have remained where she was earlier before thinking to visit the Blackguard's location.

But now that they were here, they were far from safe. The only thing that brought her pause was the presence of @Hevn – a man she had not come across in many a-month. She remembered him well. How could a First forget a First? And his presence was most welcome, but completely unexpected.

"He is one of us!" she shouted into her commdevice as she jumped off her speeder and let it just crash into a wall. Reimbursements could be taken care of later. But she could see, she could feel. They needed that cover.

Alwine was beyond happy in that moment that the deco around the tower included plants. Sure, some were fake, but there were more than enough that were real, and those, she knew, she could use.

Rolling towards the general direction of both Hevn and Myrium, Alwine wasted no time as she came to a stop behind a small pillar that held a rose bush. It was not the season for these roses, which she knew had been chosen specifically for the scent they spread during the Spring months. Now was not Spring. Now was still Winter.

But they would bloom for her.

Biting her lip, the petite woman closed her hands on the thorny vines and focused.

Within moments the bush began to grow, branches growing and twisting like tentacles, splitting and thickening, increasing their numbers. Like characters in a fairytale, they were now hidden and covered behind a wall of roses and thorn. It would not last forever. But it would give them enough time to catch their breath and figure out what was going on.

"All divisions, status report," she demanded as she turned around to look at the other two, "Hevn Bedrovelse of the Firsts, Myrium Okar, Herald of the Blackguard, Alwine Lechner, Head of the Speakers," she made the introductions for everyone. There were no reports coming in through her device just yet, though if she had known better, she would have been waiting for something from Dyre Redwave . "We can kill them," the tiny woman shrugged, "but I would like to know who they are and what they are doing here."

 

[Aaran Tafo]

Location: Tower
New Friends: Scherezade deWinter Al'Taylor Quarnz

"Huh. So I'm part of an exclusive club then?" Aaran asked, head tilting ever so slightly to the side at the simple statement that he was the first adherant to Ashala to show up on this station. His lips pursing ever so slightly, he made a small mental note to bring this station to the attention of his order. Nothing major needed to be done. Eve was of course still a primarily civillian target. Regardless if Sith were in control, it was not a strategic station.

If this attack was led by a Jedi. They have long lost the right to call themselves by that title.

Blinking once, he remembered that he was not alone. Turning over to his saviour. He gave the ragged survivor with a canine companion a bright smile. "Al'Taylor right? Thanks for the save. You pulled me out of the fire there. You have my gratitude." Turning back to Scherezade, he also gave her a quick bow. "You as well. Thank you for the timely arrival."

He let out a slight "Nyeh!" sound as Scherezade grabbed him by the collar, dragging him out of plain sight. And through the brief contact she could feel it. A slight flash of intense discomfort from where she touched him. Not physical revulsion to her particularly. Just a deep seated discomfort from being touched. Especially when it was unexpected. Something deep below the surface that made such casual contact very uncomfortable for the Padawan.

Backing away slightly, Aaran took a moment to close his eyes and recenter himself. Trying to banish the unease before he addressed the woman again. "Could I get your name? I'd like to be able to put a name to the face of people who help me out of a pinch." He asked, trying to brush things over with some simple introductions before the conversation shifted to more serious matters.

"Right. Terrorists. So. Might be best if we get one or two of them. Ask a few questions. See who sent them. Anyone got any ideas? Because I know it aint a Jedi attack. The Rangers would never attack civillians like this."

 

[Dyre Redwave]

Dyre and his men spread out across the security officer seeking any survivors though a quick search revealed a total of five security guards, each who had already released their mortal coil. They made a brief attempt to review old security systems but with no luck, none of them were familiar though they were able to watch live feeds. As they looked at the feeds, they saw dozens of men in security uniforms moving equipment from a freighter in the landing bay to a train which served to shuttle people and goods from the spaceport to the city.

“I wonder what the hell they are taking to the city.” One of his men said curiously. “Seems like they have some kind of plan at least.”

“Who cares” Dyre laughed. “They brought this upon themselves by opening their doors to anybody with a pulse. They were foolish enough to allow these people in, they can live with the consequences of their reckless stupidity and learn from their mistakes. Might as well check out what they have on that freighter of theirs though.”

Dyre pushed himself away from the monitor and motioned for his men to follow. “Keep your eyes open. Assume everyone is hostile. If they have a pulse, we drop them. Follow me”

Exiting the Security Office, Dyre and his men moved toward the ship where they had seen the fake security agents in the security footage. Using other ships as cover they arrived at their target to find that only two men were left aboard. Setting their firearms to stun, they took the men by surprise and they fell to the ground like sacks of fertilizer. Dyre grabbed one of the fallen men by the collar and another trooper did the same with the other with his men making quick work of binding and gagging them. With two men left to guard the gangway. He and his men set about scouring the ship. The freighter had obviously been retrofit by smugglers to conceal illicit cargo given the number of compartments which would have been concealed had they not been left open.

“Cheap blasters, demolition charges and frag grenades” Dyre said into his com as he finished rummaging through one of the compartments. “Doesn’t look like these bastards are particularly well funded.”

“Sir, we need you in the helm. You need to see this” he heard one of his men say over the com.

“On my way” he replied climbing out of the concealed storage area and walking quickly to the ships helm. “What did you find trooper?” he asked, his voice serious though not particularly concern. The trooper pointed into a compartment that contained chromium boxes. One had been laid out, empty but the weight of it indicated that the container was of solid metal construction, not the sort of thing a person would keep normal items in. Dyre pushed the empty container to the side and with some strain removed another one. The weight indicating that this one had not had its contents still inside. Opening it he paused.

A bright yellow cylinder was contained inside along with a detonator. On the cylinder, were tell-tale markings that the item presented a radiation hazard and his helms display began to indicate a sharp uptick in radiation level. He closed the box immediately. He knew what this was he had never seen one in his professional career, but these were not common weapons. “Damn” he said looking up at the trooper. “They are going to nuke this place.”

As his venture here had been for the purpose of selling ships he and his men had acquired in the course of their operations, Dyre had the luxury of those with him being pilots. This gave him some flexibility and he intended to make use of that. Though he had no vested interest in the people of Scintilla, their goals, their motivations, he did have a vested interest in insuring the place where he and his men conducted operations wasn't a radioactive wasteland with no wealth to speak of. “I am taking the others and we are going to shut down the train. Don’t want the bastards coming back here and we aren't going to have this place flocked with fleeing civilians. You are going to dump an unedited ships log to any open security account you can find and get this ship off station. Understood?"

“Yes sir” the trooper said, taking a seat in the pilot’s chair and setting about his task.

Dyre collected his six remaining men and they made their way to the train’s staging area. The train, along with the men who were loading it. The bodies of a number of, ‘real’ security officers and the train’s staff lay on the ground having been dispatched quietly from blaster fire. They performed a quick sweep of the area dispatching what few remaining people could be found. He then set about issuing orders. “You two, see to demolishing the guide rails, those trains are usually powered through those. Should slow it down a bit by denying it some power and if it comes back it will come off the rail.” The two men saluted and moved to do their jobs.

Dyre turned to the next two men. “Get small ships and bring them in close so they can be used as a barricade to stop any inbound transportation. I want this place inaccessible from the outside. I don’t want anybody in or out. If they have heavy weaponry we can use, that is all the better."

He moved onto the next men. “You two, he turned to the last of the two men. Guard the security office until I am finished. I am going to see about putting out a station-wide warning message, make sure nobody comes this way or tries to take the train back. Understood?” Turning, Dyre entered the security office.

He rummaged around until he found a computer logged into the local security communications network. He then set about recording a message. Once recorded he set to broadcasting it to all public security security channels.

“This is Dyre Redwave. Presently located in the Rail Hub Security office located at the Commercial and Logistical Services Shipyard. A train carrying hostile forces armed with weapons of a highly radioactive nature is presently inbound to the commercial district of Eve accompanied by men wearing the uniforms of station security. Treat all public security channels as insecure networks and use private means of communication only. Do not under any circumstances attempt to reach the Commercial Shipyard. It has been barricaded to stop all traffic and the rail line has been disabled. Any persons or vehicles found approaching will be deemed hostile and terminated immediately until such a time that an All Clear has been provided..”

Following his own recorded message a vaguely female robot voice begins to speak reading out the private security line for the office he was in as well as informing all the entire message would be repeated.


Tag-
Aaran Tafo Alwine Daye Gna Grimwasp Adora Belle Scherezade deWinter Bedrovelse Hevn Myrium Okar Al'Taylor Quarnz Razelle Breuner EW-031

 

[EW-031]

EW looked at Adora Belle when she asked what they would do without her. The little droid bobbed around a bit, seeming happy, strangely. "Oh? I don't know about you, but my friends would probably be confused. I'm the tactical droid for their corvette, Cloud Breaker." Then she was offered something. The ability to access the doors! EW spun around hpappily nodding her body as she looked around. "That would be amazing! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

After the little droid's excitement, she followed Adora, going into the tunnels until they ran into Gna Grimwasp and Middenface McNulty . She floated closer to the little being, again revealing her scattered-brainness. "Oh! This being is so tiny and cute. Wait.... What did Jai'galaar tell me about talking first meeting people? Oh! Try not to insul.... That wasn't an insult, was it?"

 

[Gna Grimwasp]

"Oooh intresting " Gna said as she ecamibed the droid
" i'm not insulted this is Mc Nulty an Abominor. I'm Gna a Mechanic.. " the Lo-lili said as the droid EW-031 approached.
it wasn't a known make. it looked similar to one she worked ok for the Merans.
" Hmm what make are you. you look like a training droid "

 

[Adora Belle]

EW-031 Gna Grimwasp Middenface McNulty + Open​

Making their way towards the nearest manhole that she knew of, they stumbled into the tiny woman who said something about… "An invite?" Adora asked as she looked at the tiny… fairy? Was that the PC-term for what the female was? "To come to Eve? To come for the slaughter?" she wasn't entirely sure.

"We're going underground for safety," she said, "You can come with us."

The manhole was only a few feet away. Looking to her left and right, Adora prayed that she had not somehow missed an oncoming attacker, and opened the lid, helping the droid get in there before jumping in herself with the fairy.

Once in, she closed the lid, and suddenly all three were entrapped in darkness.

"I don't suppose anyone has a light?"