Triffis Drifters [CIS Dominion of Triffis Hex T-41]

[Rashae]

Snoopy let the minister know they had landed. Rashae gave lenience to those who could perform and were productive on formality. Snoopy would though use Minister cheeks instead of sweet cheeks. Rashae would ground her teeth at that but he got the engineers there.

“Mister Snoopy.. your a go when the Pathfinder orders so. Over and out. “ The Minister said in her cultured voice.

Meanwhile the work continued with the virus counter. That may prove more problematic than dissecting the virus. Someone brought the Minister a cup of tea while she waited and a chair. She sat down primly and sipped her tea as she watched the goings on of the enclosure. She would personally oversee this operation. The Commander had command of the ship and the fleet. She wasnt needed for operations for that. Science was her wheelhouse. She gracefully crossed her legs as she waited. Outwardly she was a solid ice cube of calm. Inwardly she was seething for them to work faster.

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Snoopy had an arm around one of the lady engineers. “Dont worry none honey bun!! Hahaha.. that rhymed. “ he said laughing in the face of danger.

The lady engineer looked at the crazy pilot nervously but appreciated the arm. When he got the comlink from the Pathfinder, the pilot signaled the soldiers to open the shuttle bay doors so they could exit.

“ ten four and roger there sweet cheeks. “ Like coming out of an ant hill, a group of scientist flanked on both sides by standard confederate soldiers came out. The engineers had a lot of equipment they had on shoulders in hand.. two by two carrying bunker lockers of equipment. They didnt know what they were dealing with so brought the world with them. Last to exit was the cocky pilot all grins when he looked at Madalena.

“Seems we got some kind of party going on here there sweet cheeks. “ The toothpick in his mouth switched side as he nodded to the woman with the lightsaber. “lets see if we can have some fun. “ As he made an adjustment to his blaster for a bit more oomph. Then turned his neck as it cracked before he gave a grin that was full of white teeth against an unshavened stubbly face. “Might want to get this movable feast going before we get jumped on. “

[member="Scherezade deWinter"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"]

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Madalena stared as the engineers began to pile out of the ship along with their equipment. She had not imagined that so much of it would be needed, but then she remembered how terrified she'd been when the rector almost fell on her and realized that she should have probably guessed there'd be a lot of heavy lifting.

But she wasn't about to do any of it. She was here for the peww peww's and keeping people alive.

Looking at the pilot that called everyone "sweet cheeks", she narrowed her eyes before grinning. There was a certain loathing that many females shared towards dudes that thought they could do that, but it was at least a shred of sense of normalcy that was otherwise very lacking in the moment. Besides, a hundred dudes that called every lady around "sweet cheeks" were better than the massive swarm of infected rabid rebel droids that they were all dealing with anyway. Priorities were important.

"You take the flank, hot dog," she replied with the sweetest of smiles, "the rest of you soldiers, I need three fourths of you in the flank as well. The other fourth come join me in the front."

She would not be able to run between all the equipment and get on time to the back in case of need. More manpower was needed there. In the front, she could do what was needed. But extra arms and firepower was always welcome.

Leading the group, Madalena occasionally glanced back to make sure everything was fine. It would be such a shame if the big fancy and probably very expensive equipment suddenly fell or broke.

They turned the first hall, to the second… The stillness was strange to her. There were supposed to be droids here. She could hear machinery in the walls, things moving. Were they maybe on the way? It was too easy at this point.

Or was it? There had been that big droid near the reactor, the swarms she and Taramaz had fought through to get there, then the fight out of there, the dead people all aboard the Fortressa, the fight in the hangar… To say it had been objectively easy would be a lie, but… But she couldn't shake the feeling that things so far had been too easy.

Within a few minutes, Madalena was ushering the engineers into the room. The dead corpses were still there, but there was only so much she could do about that.

"Just step over them, we don't have the time to clear them out properly," she sighed, and turned to the hot dog. "Hot dog," she referred to him by his proper name again, "grab two soldiers and watch the doors. We don't know how soon the droids might realize we're-"

[SIZE=18pt]WARNING. WARNING. FORTRESSA REACTOR DOWN. ESTIMATED TIME BEFORE CRASH ON TRIFFIS. ONE. HOUR. THIRTY. NINE. MINUTES.[/SIZE]

"Yeah, trying to save this ship," she sighed. Madalena was getting tired. She didn't have the things droids had. She was organic. "I don't suppose anyone here has any stims on them? It's going to be a very long few hours now, even after we stabilize the Fortressa."

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Allya honestly didn't care if she hate the woman's respect, nor what she thought of her. Those feelings were petty and pointless in a battle. “Good. I wasn't sure this would be possible without you.” With that, she began to walk towards the hole. “I'm going in, to find and stop whatever is releasing these droids. While I am sure there will be a lot more of them, tunnels means its harder for all of them to hit you at once.” She doesn't wait for the group, and instead presses a button on her vambraces. A breather, she had used a lot of force power to destroy that group of droids and buy them the time needed. Reaching the hole, she looks down, blasters firing at her.

A few hit the shield she had just brought up, using the shield emitter. Backing off, lightsaber still humming, the girl focuses herself, and does her ace up her sleeve. She thinks about her father, and it fills her with this unbridled anger. How he forgot her birthday, how he barely talks to her, how he sleeps around and probably still does! She wondered how many younger than her of his blood was still running around. Her anger flared bright.

Without hesitation, she jumps down into the hole, and slices with her saber, slashing through droids left and right, their metal carcasses falling to the side. Repulsors built into the vambraces, slam the droids into the dirt walls, as she fills herself with the Dark Side once more. Exhaustion, tiredness, failure, these were things she could think about when she was dead. Saber casts an eerie red glow across the darkened tunnel, and she activated her closed circuit visual module in her armor. It enhanced the image of what she was seeing, allowing her to more easily navigate in the dark. Not bothering to look back to see if the woman and her group followed. Whether they did or not didn't change what she had to do, what she would do. “My will....be done.” She growled under her breath, as another rogue shot hit her shield.

Her blaster fires out into the darkness, hitting almost every time she fired. Not always where she wanted, but, most of shots landed true. Finally, she once more stretched out with the force, once she was full to the brim. She could feel the heart of the machines beating deep inside. It would take time to get there, it would be difficult, but, it was there. This had to be done.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Lirka Ka]

A breather? Never heard of it. Lirka merely gave a nod with her voice, muddied by the damaged but still horned helmet on her head, seems today was indeed going to be anything but relaxing.

"So be it."

Without a hint of hesitation from her or her guard (for what good guard did not so obediently follow those who they paid loyalty to?) the Sephi launched themselves nimbly off to the fray, the darkness of the hole within: did they have any fears, any sense of self preservation hiding within their souls? None. For Lirka had abandoned such things many many years ago, and the Sephi Honor Guard: such relics of a lost monarchy, would follow their "Queen" without a hint of hesitation in their ancient hearts.

And so the little quartet of warrior shot themselves down to the hole, Lirka landing with a clash before she raised up her Klaive to the depths within: bellowing out a command in basic. She had no intentions of losing control of this situation for a moment: she had tasted enough friendly book to these droids.

"Push forward! No mercy!"

And so they obeyed, in the tight confines the tunnel their blades spun and whirled. And they advanced, with each bolt that rung into battered plates of armor, with each shrieking cry as a droid was slashed in two. The darkness beneath lit up by the glowing emerald blades of the Sephi. It truly was an art.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Attn: [member="Srina Talon"]​

Nearby: [member="Lirka Ka"] | @Allya Vi’dreya | [member="Larentia"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"]​

She truly was the monarch of Dread.

From afar, the Knight Obsidian had the privilege of observing the alabaster Srina Talon. Whether it was during a festivity or a spontaneous battleground, the woman always seemed to be the epitome of tact. She was silent, like the night. Poised, like the ocean. In all things, she contrasted the relatively jovial character presented by her Master - Darth Metus. It was as if the pair represented the duality of Light and Dark with every step they took. However, when the Jedi stepped within arm’s reach of the Exarch, he was exposed to the midnight which laid just beneath the surface. It all began with her expression - the narrowing of silver eyes. His sworn duty to do what was best for the Confederacy meant, in that moment, nothing to the woman. In fact, if he had a moment longer to ponder her response, he might have arrived at the conclusion that he himself were irrelevant in her view. Nothing more than a blade.

And like any tool, she reached out to wield him. Every syllable uttered was a finger wrapped around the hilt. Her order a swing of the sword. Until every civilian is out of this arena, we remain, and we fight. Is that clear Knight Denko?

The Knight Obsidian parted his lips as if to respond, but she gave him no further attention. Her mind was made up - she dealt in the absolute - and such turned to face the iron horde. It was then that her might was made manifest to the Jedi. The depths of her corruption made very clear. As she raised her hand, the presence of the Dark Side infected the very air. Josiah found himself tightening his grip upon his saber, bracing himself for whatever Wrath which slithered from the Dread Queen. What he found was something that had been displayed on the old battlegrounds: a memory of years past which came roaring back to the present. The power screamed from the Exarch. Darkness exploded outward, yet passed by the allied organics within her radius. Josiah could only help but watch as the most adjacent cadre of Droids were completely rendered to naught.

From afar, the Vicelord and his Apprentice seemed vastly different. But whilst standing before her fury, they seemed identical.

In the wake of her offense, the Knight Obsidian rendered a simple nod to his liege. As her blade, he would do as she bid. A quick assessment of the track-turned-battlefield told a relatively simple tale: those who could fight were doing so. And the innocent were making their way, swiftly, to safety. ”By your word, Exarch.” he breathed, placing his attention back upon the Sith. ”The best move would be securing what remains of the stands - that will give the survivors a clear path to safety.” The golden blade burning within his grasp was held aloft in the general direction of the stands. However, between the crashed podracer and the Knight’s objective was the challenge posed to them by the Confederacy’s greatest strength. Josiah could see why their nation relied so heavily upon Droids. Unlike men, when one fell it was elementary for another to take its place. And, unlike men, replacing them cost nothing. These iron foes could keep advancing and advancing with seemingly no end in sight. Yet, just like the Exarch, those who stood against them were more than just heaps of bone and blood.

Josiah inhaled a mighty breath. He, like the alabaster demon, had been elevated by the tutelage of his Master. And while the focus of an empty chalice was one of the most foundational lessons, it was hardly the mightiest tool afforded to him by Darron Wraith. The Jedi outstretched both of his hands and listened. He hearkened to every breath - every vibration and the unspoken energy laced within each wavelength. And by the might of the Force, he commanded that unseen power to do his bidding. His mentor had called this Waveform, a tactic wielded by the natives of Manaan to defend themselves. They saw themselves as manipulating the tides of their world - and in this moment, Josiah would command the literal tides of the Force. He drew back the sea.

And as his arms swept down to direct his fury, a telekinetic tsunami roared overhead. The iron horde which dared to open fire on the retreating innocents found themselves subject to the din of a freight train. Iron was obliterated on impact - chasses caved in upon themselves and were swept away in the flood. And just like his superior, the Jedi was careful not to catch his allies in the rip tide. Yet unlike the alabaster demon, Josiah could still fight. In this, he was the conductor, not the supplier of might. The unspoken energy was expended - much akin to one Altering the Environment - yet the Knight could stand tall. With a precious opening now created, Josiah looked back to his superior and motioned with his chin. For the moment, he was her blade. And as he departed from her side to defend the innocent - by her whim - one truth became evident.

Whilst this battle raged, her wish was his command.

 

[Srina Talon]

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Location: Triffis [Planetside] - Triffis Drifter Arena [Near the Ant Hill]
Nearby: [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] | [member="Larentia"] | [member="Alwine Lechner"] | [member="Gerwald Lechner"] | [member="Lirka Ka"]
Next to: [member="Josiah Denko"]
Objective: [King of the Hill] Beating the pants off of droids in the Center of the Arena. Attempting to secure the area.

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Srina lowered her hand slowly as she exhaled. There was a breath caught in her lungs that she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. Only a persistent burn reminded her that she needed more than the Force to remain among the living. Though the Darkside could prolong some the ghostly figure had not yet touched upon that in her training. She learned explosive, focused abilities, which rarely seemed to be made for delicate matters. The Exarch had the propensity of her Master for wielding the Force, but, she was certainly no Alchemist.

The state of her being had long since fallen out of her hands. In the choice between darkness and light, the Echani had chosen the more efficient tool. No matter how it changed her, corrupted her, or twisted her from the Spirit Seeker she had once been. That felt like another life. The problems that had consumed her life on Eshan were so small in comparison to the travesties that took place throughout the rest of the galaxy. There wasn’t enough time in one mortal lifespan to correct it all.

But within the Confederacy, with [member="Darth Metus"], she could at least prove to deeply annoy that which happily blighted the verse. Her once achingly beautiful features became less gaunt when the Darkside receded from the forefront of her being. Silver eyes were still filled with bright burnished gold. It would remain as long as her unbridled ire persisted. Knight Denko seemed to recognize the decisive nature of her commands. Her words that they fight were not a request.

Any Knight worth their salt would know an order when they heard one. Srina Talon was not some wavering princess to be protected in a tower far away. She would not allow it. His suggestion to secure the stands caused hawkish eyes to turn on him with the ferocity of a predator. There would be no emotion found. Only a taciturn stare that would burn holes through a lesser man. Her voice was still not quite her own. “See it done, Knight. Do not fail.”

As if in response to her words the Knight, touched with unmistakable grace, began to emanate that which belonged to the Lightside of the Force. The Apprentice was forced to step back. His ability hadn’t injured her but there was something about it, a pressure that began behind her eyes, and radiated down the back of her neck. Regardless, as she watched this technique, the little Dread Queen learned. His application of the Force was easily felt. Seen. He used one alignment whilst she used another.

That didn’t mean she couldn’t adapt what he had done for her own purposes.

Srina took the small reprieve to breathe. One of the first things her Master had taught her was how to draw life, draw energy, from the world around her—and she did. Passively replenishing her reserves from the fear that ran through the air, with simple lifeforms, such as local flora and fauna. Green and purple plant life, already sparse along the edges of the track, turned brown and crumbled away.

“If the Vicelord asks—You were doing your job. It’s safer now, is it not?”

It wasn’t the same thing as being led to safety but it would suffice. It also gave two Confederates the chance to try and get ahead of the problem. Keen Echani eyes say [member="Lirka Ka"] and [member="Allya Vi'Dreya"] disappeared down the recently cleared hole that the rampant droids had left in the middle of Triffis Arena. Golden eyes narrowed. The tunnel night funnel the droids for acceptable close quarters combat but there wouldn’t be any room to breathe. The ground could collapse right on top of them.

Still, it could lead to a resolution, and keep the rest of the planet from suffering.

Srina had fought beside Lirka Ka. She knew the Sephi to be formidable. She wasn’t sure how she felt about watching her Master’s teenage progeny descend without backup into the dark below. They would have a hard path ahead. The moonlit Exarch sighed softly and exhaled through her nose. Who was she to tell a youngling who they could and couldn’t fight? Echani fought from birth. From cradle to the grave. Her comm was working a little better so she tried to offer support. “Knight Vi’Dreya [[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]], [member="Lirka Ka"]! We’ll keep the exit clear. If you get overwhelmed—Retreat. We’ll strike again.”

Her sights set back on Knight Denko again. She was out of power cells but one of the droids had dropped something she could utilize. It wasn’t a cold-forged Echani vibroblade that she was used to, however, it did seem to be some sort of vibrostaff. Srina had yet to meet a melee weapon she couldn’t utilize. It had a long staff with a rounded hilt, several feet long, that contained a vibrogenerator. The hilt also contained a blade, sharpened to a razors edge, that could be activated instantly.

Srina held her hand out and the weapon snapped to her grasp. “Let us deal with the rest of the defective units. Once the civilians escape we need to keep the entrance to the pit clear. That is all we can do. The Minister of Science will need to deal with the Fortressa. There is nothing any of us can do about that.”

An SSD falling from orbit? No, that required a technical solution, not brute force.

The Echani woman spun the staff once and the generator came to life with her movement. The familiar hum of a vibroweapon was comforting as she launched herself forward. She spun in the air, a whirlwind of motion, and utilized the weight of the staff to dig into the joints of a few approaching droids. The blade went clean through and she continued to attack from one droid into the other. Their numbers were far fewer but they still posed a significant threat. For now—it was manageable.

That would change if the tide of robots came rushing in again.

 

[Rashae]

Snoopy would grin wider at the cute Pathfinder lady. “you got it sweet cheeks. “ He said as he took a flanking position fearlessly. It seemed this fly boy flew by the seat of his pants in almost everything.

His sharp eyes would survey the little nooks and crannies for any movement that required quick reaction as they moved the ungangly group of scientists and their equipment forward. The other soldiers responded as soldiers do with orders. The engineers cringed at the dead bodies as some of them started to worry. The lead engineer snapped them out of it as they passed and stepped over bodies to get to the equipment and start immediately running diagnostics to get a full list of damages. Once that was done half of them started working on things in the command center. The lead engineer came to Snoopy/Hot dog and Madelena.

“Pathfinder. My crew needs to get to the reactor itself. It needs some physical repairs. “ he looked up as the warning blared out. “and we kind of need to get their fast. “ He said nervously. He may have to do something quick and dirty as he did in the wars he fought before taking a desk job like this.

When she asked for stims like most of the engineers had two or three stims a piece on them. “Doctor Lovous likes keeping her crew stocked. “ Said the Lead Engineer ready to hand the pathfinder a stim. “her custom blend. “

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On the ground the corvettes and speeder bikes would be well in use. The speeder bikes would pick up out of the way victims and patients to bring them too the corvettes. A couple of the corvettes could be seen lifting off to take passengers to the medical frigates and then back to land and continue working. The ground fighters may see the take offs and landings as well as the speeder bikes zooming around the area.

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Rashae sat there calmly drinking tea as the other hand strummed rhythmically listening to the coms as things happened. There was a tense sigh from the lady. Then to break the silence Mister Beavus knocked on the glass.

“Minister, we have a break through. Its a malware program gone bad. Instead of irradicating malware it somehow got into the priority programming to mean irradicating anything considered a virus. That includes living things. The droids seem to think that all life is a virus and it must be eliminated. “

“Interesting. “ She wondered who developed this malware program. Was it tested thoroughly. Thats one thing that irked this scientist. Lack of proper testing would gain her ire very fast. “Thats why I insist on testing thoroughly to ensure stability. “ There was yet another sigh from the Minister. “Do we have a solution?”

“Not yet but now that we know what its doing, we can work on a solution. We have part of solution to work with the current malware and change a parameter or two so its intent will not include living things. “ He suggested.

“Anything right now so we can at least stop them from attacking. “ the Minister added. “Good work. Continue with what you are doing. “

She said softly as she returned to her chair and the painful wait that this sometimes is. She wished she could be in there working but she wasnt a computer geek. She was a geneticist. The Minister understood other expertise.


[member="Srina Talon"] -- [member="Scherezade deWinter"] -- @Taramaz Laurs -- @Labkahip Mordulla

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

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As the engineers began to do their thing, Madalena shoved a corpse out of a chair and sat in its place, leaning back just to take a breath. She was a Warrior, a combatant. She was used to fights. But today… Today was above and beyond anything she'd ever done before, and she had a feeling that they were far from being done. Fixing the reactor would only mean the Fortressa wouldn't sink yet, but as long as the droids kept coming at them, none of them was truly safe.

Not to mention that a fixed reactor could be taken down too.

Allowing herself to close her eyes for two seconds, she ignored Hot Dog calling every female bodied personal around him Sweet Cheeks, hoping she would get an idea soon about what they could do to finish this whole mess. She wasn't an engineer. She wasn't a techie. All she could do was protect their lives while they came up with the solution. She hated relying on others to such a degree.

As she sensed the lead engineer approach her, Madalena's eyes opened, the green glow focusing on him, and nodded. Of course they did. Because hoping they could get their computers and machines to pick it up from a distance would be too good for comfort. But no, she wouldn't get angry at him, or show him her levels of frustration.

"[member="Taramaz Laurs"]," she half yelled into her comlink, remembering now the fighting partner she'd left behind with another woman to take care of the droid boss, "Mister tall dude! Are you still alive? Is the droid monster thing destroyed? I gotta get to the reactor with a bunch of white coats and I sorta need them to stay alive while they do their thing with the reactor there. If you're dead don't say anything!"

All they could do now was wait. If he was dead… She'd have to go there and destroy the thing herself. If he was alive… She hoped he was alive, then they could go there. And whether it took him a second to answer, or a full minute, it would still feel like an eternity.

Taking the stim from the leader with a thankful nod, Madalena wasted no time as she shoved the needle into her thigh to inject herself, the needle easily finding its way through one of the many tears in her pants. "Thanks," she said, "soon as Taramaz answers, I know if I can take you to the reactor right now. Do your guys know if this rabid droid thing can be stopped yet?"

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Driving into the darkness, the force and her helmet HUD her guide, the sithling didn't relent for even a moment. She switched between force and technology with such a degree, she was sure to make her original Knights Obsidian trainers proud. She tried not to push to hard with either, so as to not drain the power supply, or herself, to much. This was a battle of attrition, only those who could go the distance would survive. She never let Lirka or her people get ahead of her, instead, she set the brisk pace with which they kept forcing back the never ending mechanical menace.

As the small group forced its way into the hole, the flood of droids to the surface would begin to wane, as few managed to get passed them, giving those on the surface a break, time to evacuate, and tend to the wounded. This was all the validation the young Mandalorian needed. There was no fear in her actions, if today was her day to fall, so be it. However, she would do everything in her physical power to push back the unrelenting horde. And she chose the perfect people to join with, they were like her, warriors, unrelenting, unforgiving. She was rather proud to be fighting at their side.

Flashes of light and melting metal followed the weaving of her lightsaber through the air, cutting through the mechanical parts like butter. This was giving her many ideas on droid design however, it was most enlightening. As the comm burst to life, she immediately responded. “Understood Exarch, we will pull back if needed. Proceeding deeper.” Her voice was calm, breathing measured. Mandalorians were very similar to the echani, they fought from the moment they could walk, and never stopped, never slowed down.

The tunnel twisted and turned, and the piles of droids made moving forward swiftly difficult. Luckily this fueled her rage, and anger, giving her more energy, but it also made trying to maneuver difficult. Raising her blaster, she began using her previous method, of defense with her saber, and striking with her blaster. So far, so good. A quick scan of the tunnels showed they were a good distance in. As she approached an intersection with two branching paths, there was a rumbling above, that made some of the soil cascade down on her metal head. “Warrior, there is a strong energy reading coming down the right path. I'm guessing its a droid processing unit. There is probably a collapsed floor that leads to a droid manufacturing plant. But that's a guess.” She begins to move right.

[member="Srina Talon"]
[member="Josiah Denko"]
[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Objective: 2 charge special beam cannon
People Involved Maybe: [member="Rashae"]? [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"]
Equipment: Lab Coat, Wrist Mounted blaster

The ominous sound of metal clomping against metal lessened as Lab sprinted for her life, leg mucles already in pain from the over use during the run. Looking behind she could see the prototype droid change targets once again, probably back to that knight it was fighting earlier, for better or worse. The main thing was she was not longer in eminent danger... well aside front he fact the ship was losing orbit and slowly diving down towards the planet surface with high chances of a huge nuclear explosion upon impact.

That didn't mean she had time to fix the reactor, that droid would still be a threat one way of another, what they needed was a way for it to be taken down inone clean shot, but where would they get the power for such a heavy hitting bolt? That things armor was undoubtedly thick, probably to defend against anyone trying to bust the reactor... wait the reactor, it was busted and the frayed wires were spouting ship powering levels of electricity, with that she could easily cobble something together with a stay blaster to make an overcharged weapon.

Was it dangerous? absolutely, the possibility of such a device blowing up in her face and killing her was high, but doing nothing wouldn't help either, either way she was most likely dead. With a new found goal Lab pushed her legs even further, practically diving into the sea of lose wires and power couplings, grabbing one of the droids discarded blaster rifles. With expert like fumbling she ripped out the power pack, quickly connecting the reactor cords in place of it, the small reading on the side of the gun coming to live, heat riding from the makeshift connection as the weapon resisted the sudden surge.

Her eye scanner quickly detected the dangers of the device in hand, warning coming up detailing the possibilities of it exploding any second but it also showed the estimated energy read out, "come on, just hold, need you to be as strong as a laser cannon". Looking around she pointed the power growing weapon at the droid as it fought with the knight, "one shot, that is all I have, but should be all it takes". Seconds pass as the gun reached it's peak, the metal getting scolding hot front he shear amount of energy and then, she let rip, a massive blaster bolt being shot from the barrel, tearing half the gun apart and sending Lab flying into a nearby pillar, sending the world into a spiral.

 

[Taramaz Arcturus]

[SIZE=10pt]Theme[/SIZE]​

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Wearing: [SIZE=10pt]Obsidian-Type Strike Armour [/SIZE]Knight's Obsidian Ring, Crushgaunts
Wielding: Dual Red Obsidian Lightsaber, DXR6 Heavy Carbine, Mandalorian Heavy Pistol
Tags: [Member=Labkahip Mordulla]
Notes: N/A
Location: The Fortressa

The large Executor caught the potion, and slipped it into a pouch on his armour. The reactor had fallen down, broken, he took a brief moment, forcing the anger out of his mind, and wondered, if he hadn't steadied the reactor, would it still have fallen? or would it have fallen sooner? It mattered not, for now, as the Prototype had launched another attack at him. He barely registered that the Pathfinder had left. He threw one of his sabers at the droid, and the damn Prototype caught it, and threw it at a container. He followed the saber's journey to a container, slicing it up, he then noticed a blue female Twi'lek, in a lab coat, and watched as she ran away, towards the reactor, firing at the droids chest. She was smart, that was where it's core was, but it was protected, nothing a mere wrist blaster could penetrate. He called his lightsaber back to him.

The blade landed in his hand, as he parried an attack from the Prototype. It was starting to seize up a bit, it was only a prototype after all, maybe that wrist blaster had done more than he realised. Regardless, the Prototype recovered quickly, launching a barrage at Taramaz, swinging it's staff around like nothing, hitting his blades continuously, each time from a new angle. The droid was trying to back Taramaz into a pit, around the reactor. He registered a comment by the twi'lek, telling him to use his force powers. He ignored it, for now, it was pointless info. He then grabbed the Prototype's staff and, pushed it to the side. He started slashing at the droid, giving it a few scars, then dipped around it, and climbed on it's back again, and managed to get a decent slice on it's left hand, cutting it off. Then the droid spun about, throwing him off, onto a railing, the Executor quickly rebounded though.

He ran towards the droid, who he'd managed to push back a bit, and turned his lightsabers off briefly, running up the droid's body, not using any magnetism, pure skill. He ran up the droid's face, kicking it's chin upward with his heel, and used it's face to propel himself into a backflip, then landed like a superhero in a legend, and got up. He stared at the droid, regaining it's composure like nothing had happened. He took a moment to breath, looking at the droid, staring it down.

The droid wasted no time in rushing him again, it's hits blocked by the Executor's sabers, mostly. One got through and hit him in his ribs, breaking them, another broke his left fore arm, and dislocated his left hand. The final blow the droid got was a strike right across the Executor's mask, shattering it on the right side. Shards of metal flew, his bruised and battered face showing under the mask, bleeding from several points, the blow also made brief contact with his right eye, the purple one, causing him to grab onto it. He dropped his left saber, unable to hold it anymore, then grabbed the hand, and pushed and twisted it back into place with a crack, and threw his right saber away, giving the droid a death stare. His purple eye was exposed, no longer purple, now a dark red, mixed with a tinge of purple, glowing slightly with the man's rage, bloodshot. Unlike his other masked eye, which glowed a bright red.

The man was taken over by pure rage, and grabbed the droid's arms with the force, tearing them off. The droid came at him, kicking like a martial artist, but was stopped by the force, then thrown back, against a wall, and the Prototype, once so tough, was thrown around like a child's toy. The man then started torturing the droid, throwing him back with the force, pulling him, knocking it down. Then, when he was done, he blasted the droid with unrestrained, dark, purple, force lightning, the titanic droid started to spasm, and then smoking, unhealthily. The man then let up the lightning barrage, grabbing at the droid, pulling something out of it, it's core systems. The droid then made a final run at the man, somehow, perhaps propelled by the lightning, who knows. The man let the droid get close, the droid speaking it's first words, in a terrifying robotic voice.

"You want a piece of me?!"

The voice held a strange robotic anger to it, before the man spoke again, in an equally terrifying voice, if not more so, by his natural size, figure and armour alone.

"No, I want two!"

He growled his sentence, then ripped the Prototype into two pieces, and dropped them. Panting, he called his lightsabers back over to him, he kept his mask on, though it was heavily damaged, and only worked on the left side, if at all. He'd noticed somewhere in the fire fight, the scientist had tried to over-charge a blaster, presumably a droid's. He saw the shot, he saw it miss, it was a close shot, he was pretty sure that if she'd mounted it on something, and hand something to support her, instead of taking the full force herself, she might've hit dead center, and she may have killed him in the process. He walked over to her general area, quickly, not running, still walking, and reached out with the force, feeling her presence, by the pillar, then walked over to her, and grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder, as he walked away from the pillar, holding it with the force, to make sure it didn't collapse, then placed her down on the cold hard ground.

He grabbed the Blackroot Potion from his pouch, thankfully still intact, and looked at it, and his mood dropped when he saw it was only enough for one person. He looked at the scientist, then at himself, then placed it between them, his commlink ping, telling him he had a missed message. He looked at her, and explained the potion in mere words.

"Don't drink it yet, it might be the last hope if another terrifying droid comes through."

He then answered the comms message.

"Roger dodger, big boy's down. I repeat, hostiles completely bloody annihilated. All clear in the reactor room, bring the men and women in white down."

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

​

Soon as Taramaz's answer came in, Madalena jumped to her feet. The leader could fill her in as they walked. They all heard the message, since her comlink was set on speakers anyway. There was no time to hold it to one's ear when battle raged.

"Grab your stuff, come on," she said to the leader, and then looked at Hot Dog, "you too, Hot Dog! Leave the ladies to their work and come with me." The less distractions they had, the better.

It would probably take more than a moment, since there was equipment to carry. But thankfully, the halls were quiet again. Wherever the thickness of the battle was, it wasn't near them right now. Perhaps the droids had found someone else to hound. Perhaps they killed enough of them, though Madalena was certain they were nowhere near the numbers of existing rabid droids she was given. Still. You took small bits of mercy where you found them.

Arriving at the hall with the broken reactor, Madalena nodded and grinned to Taramaz and the Twi'lek near him ([member="Labkahip Mordulla"]).

"Good job," she said with a little bounce. Even in the worst of battle situations, Madalena could find reasons to smile, grin, and generally be charming. It was only when her personal life fell apart that her smiles did too.

"MRL," she beeped over the comm, "your dudes are awesome. They're working on the reactor as we speak. Where do we stand with the solution to the rabid droids?"

Squinting her eyes though, Madalena only now seemed to notice Taramaz was still injured. "You didn't take the potion I gave you?" she asked, "why?"

 

[Caesar Kenway]

[SIZE=10pt]Theme[/SIZE]​

Wearing: Uniform
Wielding: DL-44
Tags: To those who it may concern.
Notes: Sorry, short post, I know, but it's really only to give a wee bit of support.
Location: Recusant Class Destroyer, head of makeshift Recusant fleet.

The Minister of War had heard of the Fortressa falling, and as soon as he did, he ordered for a fleet of Recusant Destroyers to be formed. He'd thrown on a uniform he had lying around, and made his way to the lead ship, and took command. He'd wasted no time at all in beginning the journey. The fleet appeared from hyperspace, one by one, in space, then started moving into position around the Fortressa. The Minister made a broadcast over the comms system.

"This is Minister of War, Caesar Kenway, brought a makeshift Recusant fleet to give you a bit of help with the Fortressa. My ships will be engaging their tractor beams on the ship. Their AI has been completely disabled in advance, going completely manual. Minister Kenway out."

He signalled for his ship to make it's approach into the formation, and once they were all in position, he gave the nod to the communications officer, who sent a message amongst the fleet to begin activating their tractor beams, targeting the Fortressa, to try and slow it's descent, hopefully stop it. The Recusant fleet did as it was ordered.

 

[Rashae]

Snoopy gave Madelena a what the hell look as he spread his arms out as he was indeed charming one of the engineering ladies. “Awww come on man. I was getting … “ He rolled his eyes. “Fine. “

The engineering leader acknowledged the order as he started directing his crew as the wave of white with gear would start to head to the reactor room. There were animated discussions and communication between the control room and those that went to the reactor giving detailed specifics that would not make sense to anyone and sending everything from schematics to algorhythms to datapads. They barely acknowledged the two who took out the big droid as they went straight to work on the reactor. Many hands make light work.

With no one to flirt with, the fly boy looked at the Pathfinder as she relaxed a minute and bounced. “oh the pathfinder sweet cheeks is happy. Happy looks mighty fine on her. “

Now to some it may seem like he isnt paying any kind of attention but that was very far from the truth. The man was looking and observing everything and everywhere. It was too quiet in his estimations.

&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Rashae was drinking a fresh cup of tea with her legs primly crossed sitting on the hangar deck in front of the containment unit the computer science team was working in to find a solution to the virus. She about dropped her cup of tea as the 'MRL' came to her ears. Those eyes narrowed as there was silence for several moments as she collected herself and qualmed her irrtation. This wasnt really the time for it.

“Pathfinder Antares. Thank you for that compliment. I will ensure a proper reward will be supplied to the engineering team. AS far as the malfunctioning droid situation. From what the computer science team had reported, seemed a malware upgrade went bad. We should have something to broadcast to fix that soon. Why a malware program would be upgrading the prime directive I dont know. My next question is who wrote the program?” She would exhale a breath, arch an eyebrow, make an irritated expression to no one in particular and take a sip of tea.

It was at that moment that the communication from the Minister of War came into their systems. A press of the earpiece and she addressed the communication personally. “This is Doctor Rashae Lovous, Minister of Science. Minister Kenway your timing is appreciated. This will give my people time to fix the reactor.”

Meanwhile on the four corvettes on the surface continue to render aid and the other four continue to evacuate the living from the Fortressa. Finding an uncontaminated hangar was difficult.


[member="Scherezade deWinter"] -- [member="Caesar Kenway"] -- [member="Taramaz Laurs"] -- [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Wearing: Armor | Leather Pants | Honey Boo Prototype Combat Boots | The Forgemaster's Ring | Ring of Stasis
Wielding: 10 Czerka knives | Fire and Smoke (lightsabers) | Hidden Wrist Blades | Knight Obsidian Sword | 4 Glitter Bullets
Location: The Fortressa
Tags: [member="Rashae"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"] [member="Labkahip Mordulla"]

​

As she waited for the answer from Taramaz, Madalena shot a glance at the Twi'lek and returned her attention to Hot Dog, giving him a big shiny smile. Walking shamelessly to the man, she wrapped her arms round him. "Damn right," she purred at him, pressing her body against his, "you know what will look even better one me?" Nearing her face to his, she was close enough to lick the tip of his nose. "Saving the Fortressa. Stopping the rabid droids."

And just as quickly as she had approached him, she broke off all contact, returning her attention to the comlink, listening to [member="Rashae"]'s response.

"I won't pretend to have any answers to that," she admitted to the woman as she messaged her back, "I'm just a blade. Programs and malwares and such are way beyond me. But if you find out who wrote that program, feel free to point me in their direction, pointy end first."

Sighing, she leaned against the wall, and looked at the engineers who were working. The Fortressa would be fine. It wouldn't sink into the planet. There was simply no other choice. But that still left them with the mess of the rabid droids. She had to put her faith in MLR and her team, but there were still too many unknown variables. Would the solution fix the droids, or would they only fix future droids? How many more would try to kill them before they had the solution? How much further could the organic combatants go on before they were overpowered?

The message of the Minister of War came through and she smiled. More time. They always needed more time. "Thanks MoM," she replied back.

The hallways were still empty though.

Turning to Tamaraz and the blue Twi'lek, she realized she had no idea who the Twi'lek was. "I'm Pathfinder Madalena Antares," she introduced herself, "what's your name?" and then to the meat of matters, "I might have to move out and go check other parts of the Fortressa. This area may be quiet but there are still civilians on the ship, and we don't know exactly how many droids at this point. If I do leave, can I trust the two of you to keep protecting the engineers? Without the reactor we're all doomed anyway."

 

[Lirka Ka]

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]

Idiot.

That was the main thing going through Lirka's head as she watched the Mandalorian trash do her work, it was the same recklessness she had in combat: but unlike her, Lirka had almost a century's worth of combat experience when diving in. She preformed admirably enough, the warrior and her entourage picking off whatever the little girl didn't kill. How humiliating, and aggravating. Cleaning up the trash left over, but that only made her fight harder.

The piles of droids meant nothing to the Sephi, like graceful angels of death they hopped and jumped from the piles of carcasses as if they weren't even there. All four of them having more than enough experience fighting in a wide variety of rough terrain. A few uneven husks wasn't going to slow them down one bit.

Once the fork was reached and the jhori valaer maelol var spoke, Lirka had become too aggravated and consumed by her anger to actually care. She was half listening and gave only a rough and bestial grunt. And on wards she marched, that illumination piercing the darkness below with emerald light from the handful of weapons carried by the warriors.

 

[Allya Vi'Dreya]

Allya didn't have time to care about the feelings or wants or hatred of the woman behind her. She would either stab her in the back, or they would manage to complete the mission. Frankly the odds were better right now than if she had entered here alone anyway. Even with the potential for treachery. However, for all the woman's internal complaining, she never once attempted to take the lead from the young Sithling. As such, Allya did. She would do everything in her power to keep them alive as she could. Because, Lirka-Ka was worth infinitely more to the Confederate war effort than she was.

Before going to far into the path she pulled out the power cell from her blaster, and placed in a new one, preparing for the long battle she could feel coming. In the room she was about to enter in, there was a legion of droids waiting for them, and several large power sources. Taking a deep breath, she seemed to show fear for a fraction of a second, hesitating for the first time, as if she understood what they were about to find. This didn't stop the youngling however, and she pushed it away and went further into the darkness.

For a moment the droids began to thin out, the scanners easily showing they were pulling back to defend whatever they were about to come out into. Activating her comm, she attempted to contact the Exarch once more. “Exarch. This is Vi'Dreya. I am reading large energy readings, and nearly a thousand droids in a central chamber down here. Investigating.”

As they approached the cavern, she saw on her scanners, the droids began to double their efforts. In front of them, a dozen battle droids, and six droidekas deployed. Lightsaber came out in a flash, sweeping, and deflecting back the barrage of blaster bolts. The shields would stop anything she could throw at them at the moment, so, she focused on knocking the blaster bolts back at the B1s. One, two, three went down in a flash as the bolts were redirected. However, this was pushing the youth to her limit, just to keep up with the sheer volume of red death heading in her direction. Her blocking however was interesting, few blaster bolts made it past her, as she was actively attempting to protect the Sephi behind her, who had metallic weapons.

Sweat poured down her helmeted face, causing the internal cooling systems to kick in. As sweet cool air pumped through her helmet and armor, keeping her from overheating, she knew she had to do something, and fast. Pushing her abilities to the limits, she managed to keep her pace with the lightsaber and force pushed hard, at one of the droidekas. She managed to slam it right into anther one and push them hard into the wall, their limbs becoming entangled, and unable to attack for the moment. Four droidekas and nine B1s left. This was a lot of fire. She gritted her death. Damn it, there was no way to get around this, or maneuver.

[member="Lirka Ka"]

 

[Labkahip Mordulla]

Objective: 2 charge special beam cannon
People Involved Maybe: [member="Rashae"]? [member="Scherezade deWinter"] [member="Taramaz Laurs"]
Equipment: Lab Coat, Wrist Mounted blaster

The world kept spinning for a bit as she felt the heave of her body being lifted up, threatening to dispel her lunch from early today but thankfully it didn't. Still she was unsure of what was going on until she was placed down again, noticing the blurry image of the knight placing a strange bottle next to him, filled with a liquid.

Was it medicine? she was unsure but was barley able to note the words coming from his mouth, it seemed like some sort of medicine and considering her current concussion and now red brunt hands. The sting was not noticeable at first but she her senses started to come back the pain began to flood through her body, Lab not wasting time, grasping for the bottle and downing the contents before going back to her reclined position, eyes looking at the reactor from afar.

It seemed the engineering team was here, the other women who had left seeming to be the one returning and leading them. Once more the sounds around her were muffled but slowly getting better, a strange sensation flowing through her body that seemingly restored her wounds and energy, what sort of drink had she taken? It didn't matter, in but a few minutes her body ready to work, Lab almost springing from her reclined potion, looking to the man sitting next to her.

"Thank you for the drink, if you need me to look over your wounds I can say you will live, most likely you have just some minor bone fractures and bruising, nothing life threatening, just stay still and wait for this crisis to be over". She would have waited for a reply but right now the fix team needed help with the reactor. With a renewed vigor she walked over to the strange brown haired women ([member="Scherezade deWinter"]), giving a quick salute to her, believing the women was some sort of high ranking military member of knight.

"Labkarhip Mordulla at your service, Medical doctor scientist and engineer, you need help with the driod viris or should I put my efforts to getting the reactor back up and running"?

 

[Darth Metus]

[member="Srina Talon"] | [member="Lirka Ka"] | @Allya Vi’Dreya​

It’s safer now, is it not?

Although the Jedi did not personally know the alabaster woman, he was perceptive enough to determine that she was speaking quite literally. Given the circumstances and the rampant midnight which colored her presence, Josiah would not have fathomed her words to have any humor laced within. Therefore, as he righted himself from the telekinetic display, a simple nod was rendered to his superior. If the Vicelord descended from on high to inquire about this day, the Knight would respond as bid by his Apprentice. He was simply doing his job - simply being the directed Wrath of the Dread Queen. And in the wake of the opening that had been created, the way forward made itself apparent to the groundside warriors.

The tunnel from which the automatons had clawed had to be addressed. [member="Lirka Ka"] and @Allya Vi’Dreya were the brave souls who immediately dove into the abyss in order to do just that. In the interim, it fell upon the Jedi and the Exarch to provide as much breathing room as possible whilst on the surface. The stands would be their foothold, and they would burn through as many droids as it took to maintain it. With but a single breath, Josiah began to steady his mind once more. The distractions of the moment began to ebb away, providing him with the Focus required to be of service to his wintery liege. He set his mind solely on the things that he could control, sparing not a thought about the Fortressa which rapidly descended from above.

It was as [member="Srina Talon"] had said: There was nothing any of them could do about that.

When the Echani armed herself with a fallen staff and dove straightway into the fight once more, the Jedi paused to taste of her aggression. The path he walked was the straight and narrow - one of Light, but one of Battle. Over the course of his lifetime, there had been many times where he had stumbled due to the latter overtaking the former. Battle became, at some moments, more than a duty - but a thrill. The eradication of one’s foes was something that gradually evolved from a sordid act...to one of pride. The evolution made it so that Josiah had to taken great care when he delved into the arts which could open him to the Dark Side...but the stands had to hold. His duty, to the Confederacy and to those two souls within the tunnel, far outweighed any risks to his personal wellbeing.

And thus, as the Exarch exercised her silent aggression, Josiah allowed her wrath to reverberate through his being. He opened every sense to the fury of her darkness - not to take, but to direct. As his Master once described it: a loop of fury was being formed between the two. Wordlessly. As Srina fought, Josiah fed. And as Josiah fed, his movements bled with the ferocity of a Sith. His mind was steeled, yet his blade hungered from destruction. The Light yet beat within his heart, but he now fought like a Demon. The old order had called this dance of death Vaapad - and it was often kept away from the general populous for good reason. With every strike of his golden blade into an iron shell, Josiah could feel the temptation. He could feel the icy Darkness begging his soul to relent. Pleading for him to succumb to the sweet thrill of battle. Just. This. Once.

But for those below, he would endure. But for the wintery Queen, he would endure. Against the horde of droids which yet opposed them - He would endure.

 

[Lirka Ka]

What was fear to an ancient? A rare sight. That's what it was.

There was no hesitance in the Sephi as they continued their relentless march forward. Blades humming with barely contained energy, murder set into each of their eyes: murder, and vengeance for fallen kin. The sound of blaster fire was all that was needed to set the warriors off into a killing frenzy once again:

"Cor saes! Leave none alive!"

And with Lirka roared command they launched themselves at the droids, uncaring as blaster bolts harmless absorbed against their Dura Armor or were simply reflected off into the darkness. Plasma Filament lined shined ever brighter in the caverns, the tight confines meaning little to those nimble warriors who proved themselves time and time again to have an elegance far from befitting of what seemed like little more than brutes. Navigating their way through the confines with little effort: then their blades went to work, Droideka, B1, or anything unlucky enough to be stuck in between was obliterated under the stabs and slashes of those blades. Their metal bodies entirely unable to stand between Lirka and her cadre's vengeance.

[member="Allya Vi'Dreya"]