We Fight Because We Must (Open)

[Ultimatum]

The End is Near​

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It was a quiet day on Mustafar, there was the usual amount of complaints and even some of the same recurring necessary issues with governing. However, it was overall a quieter day than most. Rather than having some Sith or other offworlder to meet, Ultimatum had only some minor meetings with local companies to figure necessary material trades. He planned on spending the rest of his day working on his next body, this would be the third. The first was the one he was using, the one built by his creators. The second was Guardian, sculpted with his own hands from Phrik. That was a good body, this third would be made from another material, he just had to decide on what it would be and how to get it. He looked forward to the challenge of another body.

That was of course, his plans. As fate would have it, Ultimatum wouldn't reach his first appointment. His hovercar was speeding over the hardened rock surface, heading the long way to the city. Legion was in the front seat, monitoring the vehicle's droid brain and making certain that it was working and functioning properly. They were far enough away from the city that no one came out to this area. However there was somebody there today. Somebody in the middle of the path. Legion noted this and told Ultimatum, who suggested that they move around, after all the road was nothing more than a traveled path.

That was when things went wrong. The man waved for a moment, looking lost, right before the ground under the hovercar turned into fire and a concussive blast threw the vehicle into the air before it crashed upside down. Ultimatum looked around, disoriented from the ion charge that had been used with the det packs. He picked himself up and saw that the front of the vehicle was smashed in, he felt sorry for Legion. It was not the time to mourn however and he pulled a blaster pistol from its safe place in the upholstery. As he opened the door he pulled the pistol up and fired three shots at the immediate target right outside. He stepped out and turned and found himself looking down the barrel of an ion carbine. He didn't even get time to register the make before six shots were fired and he blacked out.

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When at last he came to, Ultimatum found himself in a sparse room with the purple glow of a forcefield coming from the entrance. He wondered where he was, or why he was here. Who could have attacked him? There was a cot in the back and that was about it. Obviously this had been meant as an organic prison cell, or his captors were being quite generous. Either way Ultimatum laid down in the cot before looking over himself. There was a restraining bolt on his upper left chest and a large number of burn marks where others had been attached before they figured they had a right spot, whoever they were.

Ultimatum thought about just knocking the small device off, it wasn't affecting him in the least. But then, an enemy that thought he had control was weak. Not that he could do much but wait. He began a self diagnostic to make certain all his systems were in order. And maybe figure what was going on.

[member="Animus Malgus"]
OOC thread is here: http://starwarsrp.net/topic/64564-small-fleet-attack/

 

[Mythos]

Animus was straight out of Mustafar, he had gone to set up the beginnings of a Workshop he was planning when they reported the Lord of Mustafar, Gone. Taken. By Force. [member="Ultimatum"]? The lord of Mustafar? surely there must be a mistake. But upon receiving information from the Mustafar droids who were aware of the destruction of Legion he soon realized the dire consequences of the situation.
Luckily The Lord of Mustafar had been kidnapped by someone not well trained in covering their Thermal Tracks, Animus had the Thermal trajectory systems and arrived on an abandoned station on the Outer Rim. A Place not even indicated in any Space Charts he had programmed on his N-1.
He parked the N-1 on what appeared to be a docking hangar.. Abandoned. An Array of Ancient Ships decorated the space around the station, like the graveyard of Lost Republic weaponry.
Animus docked inside the port, noticing no movement.
"R-6 keep contact with me at all times. Especially if you see anything suspicious"
*R-6 beeped in acknowledgment*
Behind him closely was [member="Nox"] Animus was not coming without backup. The place appeared to have an Artificial Gravity field on suggesting people used this Outpost.

"Nox there is gravity, but no Oxygen on this part of the port at least, we need our suits. at least until inside."

Animus popped open the canopy of the fighter and stepped out with his Suit.
In his possession he had his lightsaber and blaster, but this suit would limit his movement.

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

She did not know @Ultimatum.​

However, she knew that he and [member="Darth Ferus"] did business, and as such, joined [member="Animus Malgus"] in rescuing an ally of the Assassins.​

The assassin was equipped with a blade, her crossbows, and her hidden blade on her forearm.​

But for now, she slipped on a suit with her fellow assassin.​

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The woman stepped out with him, breathing the articial air inside her suit.​

She wasn't a ship expert, but these things looked old. ​

"I will follow your lead, Animus."​

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum had found his systems to be somewhat damaged from the ion blasts. Not a surprise, in fact he was slightly unsure why his systems hadn't been more damaged. It could have been that his safeguards had shut himself down before any real damage could be accomplished, but he couldn't truly tell. He was glad that he was alive, that was what was important. However, more than that he needed to know where he was and why. He hadn't been able to identify any of the attackers, but their use of explosives and being prepared with electrical weaponry told him that they had known what they were getting into. His sensors were jammed, to be expected, but there he believed it was safe to say, based on the temperature, that he was no longer on Mustafar. He guessed by the lower temperature that he was probably in space.

That begged the question of where in space. He couldn't answer that from the inside of his cell. But an inspection of the room proved that this room had been ready for him. It had a reinforced bulkhead and the doors controls were solely on the outside, the inside area was further covered in thick durasteel. What Ultimatum didn't know was that the room was constantly being monitored via hidden cameras and an advanced system of sensors.

Right as Ultimatum thought about the lack of people he noticed a duo walking down the hall. It was a Weequay and Twi'lek, and both appeared like pirates if Ultimatum had ever seen on. Ultimatum guessed that they were part of a guard team. Though, that could have been wishful thinking. He couldn't act, but he could memorize everything and begin planning.

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The pirate leader was pleased with himself. His men had been hired to capture some droid from somewhere or other and they had accomplished the mission perfectly. Of course, their success was all due to his training. He prided himself on his ability to teach his men good combat skills, though he hadn't actually taught someone anything in over twenty years. He was proud that they now had an extra half million credits stuffed carefully away in the ship's hold. The ship mentioned was of course the largest in his 'fleet'. Three hundred fifteen meters long, his flagship, the Nagai Pride, was a truly impressive sight and a worthy vessel to be called a flagship. Of course it wasn't as big and dangerous as those new ships, but he didn't need it to be. It was quick and he could keep the systems running without too much difficulty. Best of all, she was reliable. In the time that he had taken control of her, the Pride hadn't broken down.

His fleet were all older vessels, stolen from a different pirate group who had failed to secure them properly. As with most piracy groups, the captain, a Nagai as the ship's name suggested, had never taken the time to look through the history of the vessels. He couldn't have known that the ship he was using as his flagship was one to have taken part in many historical battles, even being one of the ships to have helped destroy the legendary Star Forge. In fact, a number of the vessels in the his fleet had a noteworthy history, though none of the people on it realized.

The captain's jubilation was cut short by a warning of a vessel entering the space around them. He was glad that he had already moved the droid prisoner to one of the larger transport vessels, it would be more secure there. The ship seemed to be under the illusion that prisoners would be kept in the station, not a bad assumption, but an incorrect one. Moments before the ship had landed, he ordered the crew on the station to evacuate quietly and to vent all the atmosphere. Because the crew had suits nearby, before they had even left the command bridge all the air in the facility was gone. And so the captain waited to see what these interlopers would do, or if they were even here for the reason that he guessed.

The station had only two or three people left, trying to find a ship to escape on. They didn't know that the two strangers were on the ship, they would soon learn in a most unsatisfactory way.

[member="Nox"] [member="Animus Malgus"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus gestured to [member="Nox"] to enter behind him through a hatch door.
Upon inspection of the Hatch door that lead to the command room of the Outpost he realized the hatch was closed. Animus Pulled out his lightsaber and Began opening the hatch door.
"Watch my Six Nox, keep your eyes peeled, there could be enemies in anywhere watching us"

Animus had a bad feeling about all of this, he felt watched, as if someone was lurking around. Yet he saw no one, no movement as the lightsaber slashed through the door.
"This will take a couple of minutes." [member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Dhasias Vunumera]

Dhasias sat attentively at the controls of her starship the Intruder, a gunship sized stealth craft designed for speed, firepower, and assisting Dhasias in reaching her mission locations an extracting her from them. An abandoned space station loomed in the distance, drifting aimlessly through space. Dialing a few combinations on a keypad, Dhasias called up a tactical readout of the station and her objectives. The station itself was very large, about 2 km tall and 4 km wide, and it was constructed in a conical fashion similar to the Star a Forge of ancient times. The station, code named Station-W for Wanderer, had sustained significant structural damage, and several hull breaches had left most of the ship devoid of life support according to the holograph in front of her.

Dhasias's objectives were clear. There was intel suggesting that a key ally of the Sith Assassins was being held captive by pirates. Dhasias was called in to scan the sector then secure the VIP and any additional resources beneficial to the Assassins.

As the Intruder pulled up to the sector of interest Dhasias ran a preliminary scan of the sector. The scan glowed to alert Dhasias that there were in fact life forms on this part of the station. Adjusting the controls, Dhasias placed the Inturder in the hands of the onboard AI computer and downloaded the tactical data onto her datapad.

"Get ready to deploy," Dhasias ordered to her companion Agent Steve Reyal.
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Dhasias stood at the exit ramp cloaked in her combat suit, which bore red markings of the Stih Assassins painted onto the jet black armor. Flanking her was a samely clad Agent Reyal and the sleek and deadly CU-66.

"Deploy," Dhasias commanded the ship computer. Suddenly the ramp dropped and Dhasias engaged her jet pack, flying straight at a jarring hole on the roof of the space station.

[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Well he had learned one thing over the last few minutes. Not to try and push the field or drain extra power by ramming it. It was now definitely apparent that they had prepared this cell for him. He had never thought of this method; they had strung transaristeel wires across the field on the inside and had electricity running through it. The intent was to shock him and cause parts of his body that touched it to short circuit for a time. His right arm was now useless until the repair systems began, which would take a good five minutes. Not that he was going anywhere.

He wondered if anyone would notice his disappearance. Certainly some of the officials on Mustafar would be concerned, but none of them truly had the pull to bring about a search planet wise, much less galaxy wide. The everyday person on the planet may notice a lack of their leader, but then that could be attributed to any number of causes. For all they could know, one of the volcanoes might have been especially harsh and a large chunk of molten rock smashed Ultimatum. Would any of the Sith he had met noticed? That was a question, he couldn't answer. He didn't know enough about the Sith to decide if they would do anything about it.

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So, not all of the men had gotten off? That could be a problem. The Captain didn't know much about his men, at least in so far as their breaking point. Actually, contrary to what he told himself, he didn't know much about his men period. He had long ago stopped getting to know them; pretending that he knew their names, knew what they liked, and was a good leader because of it. He couldn't have known that his lieutenant was plotting to take over, preparing to end his Nagai master. He didn't even know that a few of his men were prospective Force users, with very little training they were not very strong but the strength was there.

In fact, the captain didn't believe in the Force. Which in the end was a relatively good thing since he was not Force sensitive. If he had been he might have noticed the strong light side aura on the bridge of the ship, a remnant of the power of a Jedi master that had once been on the bridge overseeing an eventful moment in the history of the galaxy. In a way, it was unfortunate that such a vessel had gone from such a proud accomplishment to this depraved acts in the name of pirates that no one would remember.

The captain ordered the ships to prepare for possible attacks. Floating around the station, the Hammerhead, Thranta, and Wanderer cruisers were all too big for the station, even with the station's massive size. Each of the vessels contained most of the starfighters, as the captain didn't enjoy the prospect of having a large portion of his attack force being stationary. In fact, the only ship that was left on the station was a Ministry Orbital Shuttle and that was only there because those blasted three men hadn't returned yet. If they didn't come back the enemy could get hold of the shuttle and that had all the information on which ship it had carried the droid prisoner to, the best Wanderer in his fleet.

[member="Dhasias Vunumera"] [member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Nox"]

 

[Dhasias Vunumera]

Dhasias stalked the corridors of the abandoned space station accompanied by her companions agent Reyal and CU-66, her saberstaff at the ready in her left hand. According to the tactical data on her HUD, she was to help investigate and recover a prisoner that was an ally to the Sith. There was not much Intel on the prisoners current location, but that wasn't a problem for Dhasias. As an assassin, she was used to working with small bits of Intel and getting results anyways. So down the rustic corridors Dhasias patrolled, checking her HUD readout to see if her scanners detected anything interesting. Right now she was following a plotted course that would theoretically take her to where the only life Fromm on the ship were.

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It took around 15 minutes before Dhasias came upon a moderate sized hangar, suitable for fighters and gunships, but not capital ships. The only ship in the room was Ministry class shuttle. Dhasias didn't need her HUD to confirm that for her, Dhasias hailed from the era of the Old Sith Empire, and Ministry shuttles were commonly employed by the Republic back then. How odd Dhasias thought, am I going insane or is that actually a Ministry?

Crowding the ministry were several pirates who had yet to notice her presence.

"Reyal, cover me," Dhasias ordered. "Yes dear," he playfully responded, crouching down to a sniping position and aiming his sniper rifle at the Ministry. Using the force to cloak herself, Dhasias leapt down from the elevated hallway onto the hangar bay floor below.

As Dhasias crept closer she could pick up chatter from the Pirates about the prisoner she was tasked with rescuing. A Trandoshian clad in officer style attire asked a crewman if all the data was loaded onto the onboard computer. An affirmative from the lower ranked pirate prompted the Trandoshian to order an immediate takeoff.

Perhaps their computer has information as to the whereabouts of the prisoner Dhasias thought. Acting on her intuition, Dhasias still cloaked in the force snuck onto the closing boarding ramp of the Ministry. Quickly Dhasias made her way through the passages of the Ministry to the pilot room located at the nose of the shuttle, avoiding bumping into any pirates or causing a sound as she went along.

Upon reaching the control room the Ministry was rocked by an explosion coming from the rear of the ship.

"Our engines are hit!" A Zabrak pirate shouted in desperation as the Ministry nosedived back into the hangar bay. No doubt Reyal had placed a few well aimed HE rounds in the engines of the shuttle to disable it. No sooner that the shuttle was rocked by the crash landing than the side became riddled with heavy weapons fire from CU-66.

"But who is attacking us!" The pirate officer demanded.

"I'm signaling HQ for backup!" The pilot answered shakily. After keying in the transmission code several times, he was unable to send out a distress signal. Dhasias smirked, she had already jammed the comm system of the Ministry. The high tech gear she wore was literally thousands of year superior to the Ministry's encryption systems.

Uncloaking herself, Dhasias activated her violet saberstaff, spinning it in her hand.

"Hello there," Dhasias with coldl smugness, the Pirates didn't even have a chance to scream.

"All life forms eliminated," Reyal reported over the comm, Dhasias ran a follow up scan, all 10 of the Pirates were in fact dead,

"Get down here," Dhasias replied.

"Roger that,"

Walking over to the control panel, Dhasias inserted a datachip to begin a hack of the shuttles data. Almost instantly the information was copied over to her datapad.

The prisoner went by the name of Ultimatum, and was being held captive on a Wanderer class transport located,

Dhasias's train of thought was cut short by a transmission for the Intruders computer AI:

"Warning, enemy fleet detected,"

[member=Ultimatum][member=Animus Malgus][member="Nox"]

 

[Mythos]

The whole in the door made by animus' saber was small, but big enough for him to slip through in his suit.
"[member="Nox"] keep an eye on our ships, i don't want to be stranded here." As Animus made his way up the Ladder behind the hole in the door. He turned off his lightsaber reaching the upper levels of the outpost but found... nothing. A broken com array, Systems that have not been used in ages, and a Twi'lek Pirate Blaster in hand eyes popped open who was expecting Animus.
Animus dove down the ladder he came up from as the pirate was hot on his heels blasting the wall behind him with a Blaster RIfle, the sound of the Blaster fire drowned out the CU-66 explosion fire from Dhasias' Companion.

Animus dove down the ladder head first, if a single blaster shot suit caught his suit, it was Game over. However, this area of the Ship apparently did not have the Artificial gravity engine array working properly. Animus pulled out his ELG-3A Blaster as he dove down, riddling the chasing pirate with holes.
Quickly Animus gained balance and headed to the corpse of the downed pirate.
He searched the Twi'leks body, Holstering his pistol, Taking his blaster rifle, and what appeared to be a Card Key. It was then Animus looked through the Cracked Transparisteel main viewpoint of the station locking eyes on.... a PT-7? Animus raised his eyebrow a PT-7? It's the Equivalent of finding at 1945 Ford Classic in your grandmas' garage.
The Starfighter was orbiting around the outpost, Animus frowned noticing that it was it pretty bad shape. Well what can you really expect from a ship that has been floating about aimlessly for what could have very well been decades... or centuries. ANimus could see an Aurek and some other craft but a PT-7? In all the Starship auctions he had seen, no one had ever come up with one of those... for good reason. The starfighter is outdated, and it doesn't even hold a hyperdrive, last time those babies were used was before the Battle of Yavin. Animus clicked his tongue in thought, for a second he had forgot all about [member="Ultimatum"] , [member="Nox"] and [member="Dhasias Vunumera"] and his mind was on how in the blue hell... do i get into the cockpit of that old bird.. FIrst thing was first, we needed to find Ultimatum, and the Card key he took from the Pirates' body had to open Something.

"Upper deck is clear, im going down to meet you Nox" Animus said coming down from the ladder and through the hole he made with his lightsaber.

 

[Ultimatum]

Not going to stick around. That was Ultimatum's intention. He had a plan prepared. The one issue was he required an enemy to enter his room. That was an incredibly unlikely occurrence if only because they appeared to have been briefed on Ultimatum to a considerable degree. If they did know as much about Ultimatum as he believed they did, then his plan was likely to fail. The meant he would have to think outside the box, or in this case cell.

He had been lying on the cot planning, but now that he realized that the enemy probably knew almost everything about him, or could know that much, he realized that he would have to work to be less predictable. He would have to figure out a scheme that appeared to be very much unlike what Ultimatum normally did. It was that thought that gave Ultimatum an idea. Would it work? It would require quite a bit of rewiring, not that Ultimatum's open body didn't allow for easy access to his internal components. Then what? Well, it would need some fine tuning in order to work properly.

With the plan set he got to work...

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The captain frowned, those men hadn't reported back with the Ministry shuttle. He simply could not allow that to fall into enemy hands, yet it wasn't like he had much of a choice. Of course, there always was the simple fact that he could order his fleet to destroy the station, but that was not a good idea. It wasn't worth the damages. If he were to attack the station then he would lose the one resource that allowed him to be anonymous and yet powerful. He would have to send a small set of ships to deal with these intruders. Damn.

He ordered three Aureks and a Rendaran Assault shuttle to see what the enemy force was. They were to report back before engaging the enemy. Of course, one of the Aureks had a bad engine, but the other two were in good condition. The Assault shuttle had a faulty shield generator, but it could still fire back if the enemy wanted a fight. They would be at the station in less than a minute. He looked forward to knowing the enemy before he crushed them.

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Dhasias Vunumera"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus reached the place where he had parked his N-1. He had the Card key, and holstered his blaster, Suddenly he was ambushed by two pirates with Vibroblades, Animus was caught off guard but the surprise did not leave him defenseless. He ignited the bue hum of his lightsaber deflecting one of the Pirate's Blades and sidestepping outside the rage of another one, spinning and slicing with his saber.
Juyo took over, a massive amount of aggression and attacks would come their way the Pirates were not bad with the Blades, but Animus was Quicker, They parried some attacks but eventually some slices pierces or Slashed threw them off, , First a slice came through opening one Pirate's suit, then the other places itself between the other pirate's knees and it came up, Slicing the Man in half. The Pirate who's suit had been opened died instantly, the other was a mangled horde of guts.

Animus quickly searched their Bodies for any clues, and again, he found Two card keys, one for each Pirate. What are these things? He also found a Datachip which he inserted on R-6 as soon as he got his his N-1.
* R-6 projected the Image of [member="Ultimatum"] location *
"R-6 you will jump into hyperspace and get the N-1 out of here, i'm going to pilot this old Shuttle over to the fighter "

Animus entered the old Renderan Assault Shuttle, The entire Navigation system was busted but somehow Animus got the Engine moving. Manually he aimed the thruster boost to the PT-7 and shut the thrusters down, the Renderan glided through empty space, once it got close to the PT-7, Animus jumped from the Renderan latching on with his right hand, if he had missed, he would have floated aimlessly through space and died.

Latching on to the PT-7 he gripped himself closer and closer to it, Popping open the side door he made his way inside the cockpit of this very old fighter. To Animus' surprise the fighter was in good internal conditions, it started responding to his ignition commands and all lights began to flare up, however externally it's wings were rusted and bent, and one of it's three thrusters was damaged.
That is when he saw the Aurek approaching.... "Alright let's see what this old bird can can do"
He punched the old PT-7, it's thrusters flashing on an off before finally blasting. Catching the Aurek in its targeting system (if you can even call it that it was just a system to tell you when the shot what aligned) Tri linked blasters ripped through the aurek.
Animus cheered and laughed as he flew by the other two enemy craft executing Aileron rolls and testing the limits of his new toy. Soon enough, he came back around, he thought that having the N-1 would be great, but he just couldn't pass it up, A PT-7? A Mother Karking PT-7? He saw one of these in a Gadgets and Starships magazine as a kid, now he was flying one and putting it to it's limit.

"Common Pirate scum, Let's see how you fare against the Champion Dogfighter of Naboo" Animus blaster again and again as he flew by, the fighter was simple and it had no missiles, but Animus was a veteran Dogfighter, top of his class... He didn't need extras...

 

[Ultimatum]

What madness was this? Who put an EMP emitter right near a droid? Ultimatum only hoped it would work. What could be more dangerous to him and yet he had made one and planned to use it so close to his body and delicate components. The only thing that could save him was the distance between himself and the EMP, which was little more than a meter. The EMP was nowhere near as powerful as ones used on battlefields or even in industrial complexes. This one would only go about a ten centimeters if his calculations were correct.

He pulled back as far as the cable that attached him to the makeshift device would allow. The small thing was run on Ultimatum's power, in fact the whole thing was made of different unnecessary parts within his body. Now was the test. He sent a command through his internal systems and watched as the device made a slight puffing noise and sparked. That was followed by a few seconds of silence before Ultimatum's right hand went out and grabbed at the electrical wires across the doorway that the EMP had been closest to.

As his hand closed around it, he prepared to feel the electrical shock. But nothing came. He pulled back on the cords of thing metal with a smile. They broke with a crack and he then quickly laid the wires over the remaining strings. The metal allowed the electricity to travel through one cord onto the next, making a short circuit. However this didn't damage the circuit, it simply allowed Ultimatum the chance to quickly swipe all the cords away. His smile disappeared as he looked outside and noted two guards watching him.

Their guns were leveled on Ultimatum, the only reason they hadn't fired yet was the laser field between the two. However, Ultimatum already had a plan for the field. The EMP along with the following the short circuit caused some problems with power in the field's generator. A moment more and suddenly it burst from the stress. The field disappeared in a flash as Ultimatum threw himself back from the opening. The doorway was filled with blaster fire a moment later and Ultimatum waited patiently until it slowed. He kept count of all the shots until they ran out of ammo in the first packs. He ran out of the room while the two pirates were reloading. The knocked one into the opposing wall so hard he fainted almost instantly from pain. Meanwhile the other pirate had loaded his ammo right before Ultimatum hit him hard. The man fell to the floor.

Ultimatum picked the gun off one of the pirates and grabbed a few extra magazines of ammo before looking up and down the short hallway, filled with cells similar to his own. He wondered where he was. He didn't know he was in space, he had guessed but couldn't be certain. He would have to find something or someone who could tell him, so he set off in one direction, heading without realizing it to the aft of the massive ship.

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Damn! The captain hadn't expected the two things to happen at almost the same time. He had lost contact with the shuttle sent out to check on the station, while at the same time losing contact with two of the prison guards. Further he had reports of one of the PT-7s was active and in flight. It was the only PT-7 that hadn't been kept within one of the larger vessels. Damn!

He would have yelled out in anger had he not been in the presence of the command crew on the bridge of the Nagai's Pride. What was he to do? Well he could send more fighters into battle, no matter how good one man was he wouldn't survive a large attack force of over a hundred to one. The problem was that he would lose a lot of fighters that way. He could also jump to hyperspace and leave the damaged fighter behind to take care of itself. The issue with that was that it would be seen as abandoning their supposed place of power, a sign of weakness and an invitation to try and take over.

That was what he really needed, a coupe. That would just add a cherry on his great, great day.... Damn! He ordered a command sent to recall the fighters and let the big ships begin firing. The gunners reported that the repairs on the Nagai's Pride's guns were still underway and that they only had a few of the turbolasers up and running. They said that their tractor beam emitter was still working though. He was glad for that, if they could catch the little bugger then it wouldn't matter if his guns were too large for the target. In the meantime though he ordered the Thranta corvettes to move in and attack the ships.


With that order out the two Thranta-class corvettes moved into intercept the rogue PT-7 while most of the fighters drew back to the Nagai's Pride. The corvettes were more suited to attacking the fighter, but even so they would have a very difficult time trying to hit it. Their ion cannons would be pretty painful if they hit though, of course the crews were not well trained in accuracy and were wasting a lot of energy on open space and firing in random directions. Some of the blasts even his the station, which thanks to having no shields shook with every hit. If the station hadn't already had no air it would have started now.

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Dhasias Vunumera"]

 

[Mythos]

More Bogies, Frigates, Olds ones at that. Animus Smiled knowing that the odds of him surviving a direct attack from those thantas were slim to none.
So he followed the fighters inside heading for the Pride, They turned their backs on him, On him? Stupid idea to give your enemy your 6 in a plate of silver by retreating, So he punched the old thing to as much as it could go blasting with the Link gun and heading straight for the bride of the Nagi's Pride. The Blasts of the Frigate followed him as they also smashed into some of their Own fighters as Animus twirled with the PT-7 like it was brand new. Then the Engine started stalling.



They wanted to dock? He was not about to engage Corvettes with this fighter "Let's Cause some Havoc"

He entered the Hangar with the fighter, right behind their own, shooting down that was docking, popping the Canopy of the fighter, Somersaulting past an enemy trooper while igniting his saber and watching the PT-7 Crash into a fighter with enough force to kill several Pirates on Impact. He Stood in his regular stance and Sliced the Pirate in half. The Bay erupted with fire on him as he eagerly dashed into battle.

[member="Ultimatum"]

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum smiled. He had found a terminal, the one thing that was certain to answer any questions. Once he got into it. He was so glad that whoever had imprisoned him here hadn't thought far enough to plan for his escape. Leaving an open terminal for a droid such as Ultimatum, with the abilities that he had, was a grave mistake. All he had to do was get into the system, mess with some of their functions and he could make an escape while they fumbled to repair what damage Ultimatum could do. Once he logged in.... Once he logged in.... Once...

"Blast!" Ultimatum said to himself. They had prepared for this eventuality. The terminal had a full security lock with appropriate password requirements and a codeword that no doubt was changed on a daily, if not hourly, basis. There went that plan. Blast. Oh what Ultimatum would give to allow one of the more colored expletives out, but he had good reason to have those inhibitors in place. If it had just been a password he could override it with a direct control, but the codeword was another layer of security that he couldn't hope to bypass.

What now? Well Ultimatum had to find a way out of here. In order to accomplish that he would have to firstly find a way to leave the prison area. That wouldn't be too difficult. Prison facilities were generally made to be some confusing in design, at least most were, so as to keep the prisoner unsure of his whereabouts compared to the escape. At the same time, they had to be logical for the wardens and other personnel who would go through this area. As a droid who had studied prisons quite a bit so as to know how to built his own at some point, he didn't know when, Ultimatum could calculate a few probabilities of where the exits would be. His mind worked quickly and he had five hits within the first minute of processing.

The prison was surprisingly small, at least based on a ground facility size it was quite small. He still couldn't tell if it were a ship or a ground base. He assumed it was a ship, but then there was always the possibility of it being a planetary base. He reached one of the calculated exit points... just in time to greet ten armed pirates. Each had an ion rifle with a further ion carbine across their back. As soon as the men saw Ultimatum they yelled out and began firing. Ultimatum rolled out of the way just as blue fire filled the air where he had been standing. He fired back at the group a few times... before realizing that it was also an ion weapon.

"Blast." Ultimatum ran back towards his cell. He would need a comm to know what was going on at least in the enemy movements.

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The captain was proud of himself, when was he not? He had ordered a brilliant strategy into motion. The fighters were moving back and his cruisers would quickly deal with that pesky rogue PC-4 or whatever it was supposed to be. He then had sent men to check on that droid prisoner. Why had he been told to take a bloody droid prisoner? He would never understand the minds behind politics. But that didn't matter, all he had be paid to do was to hold the droid prisoner captive for a month and then to let him go. The contractor hadn't said how to let the droid go, so the captain had figured he would have some fun and jettison the droid in some random system.

That was when he realized that his fighters were still taking causalities and his hangar was under fire. He had never been trained in proper tactics or strategies, he was a 'self-taught' kinda guy. He would have been an appalling student to most any military teacher. He of course couldn't allow the crew to see any weakness, or for that matter himself to believe that he had any. He was after all a leader of a small fleet and a force to be reckoned with. He was a fantastic strategist and a perfect leader, so he told himself.

He ordered the blast doors to be closed, the first really intelligent tactical decision he had made thus far. He then ordered more men down to the hangar to try and kill the damned Sith. There were probably fifty or so pirates down there fighting. He hoped that that was enough.

[member="Animus Malgus"] [member="Dhasias Vunumera"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus quickly noticed that the Blast doors were being closed, he smiled taking off his suit while ducking blaster fire, the suit made him slow and clumsy. Once free of the handicap Animus unveiled his lightsaber and began shooting towards the blaze of blaster fire deflating and strafing from side to side. Suddenly some of the Pirates attacked him with Vibroblades which Animus deflected with Makashi then he sliced them with Shi-Cho. The way of the Sarlacc was good to him, he loved the Stability of it against anything and everything, the wide angle shots and swipes kept anything at bay. One swipe of the Sarlacc Strikes could down multiple opponents, but with juyo by his side he was in constant motion and a horrible target to aim at.

Then something caught his eye.... More PT-7s? But how? What is this place a graveyard of Old Luxury Starfighters? Animus quickly realized this was exactly what it was. Coming up through the Stairs of the docks one Pirate Twi'lek stood above him Intending to come crashing down, ANimus used a force push to smack him hard against the stair floors and while stepping over him slicing his throat with his lightsaber. ANother Pirate came from the Left side, This time a Zabrak Vibrosword coming high in a charge, Animus deflecting a blaster shot coming from below, rolled out of the way, came up, tuwned to face him while rallying the Power of the force within him and Unleashing a bolt of lightning to the Zabrak that sent him screaming all the way down to the Docks. Animus never lost speed, never lost momentum, going inside close quarters inside the rooms and corridors he slashed at anything that moved, Three Iridonians stood before him and fired to hit nothing but air, a doppelganger had fooled them before the real Animus crept from beside the shadows of the room and with two swift movements downed all three targets now sliced up like butcher meat. Animus placed Two thermal detonators in the Area before leaving, and going up yet another narrower set of stairs, Noticed a platoon of men coming his way. With a touch of the button, an Explosion sent them all flying into bits, Vibroblades and blasters all. "Time to get @Ultimatum"

 

[Ultimatum]

The silence would have been deafening, had Ultimatum not put his audio receptors to full sensitivity. The men he was up against were good, they moved quietly trying to catch him off guard. Unfortunately for them, Ultimatum had better sensors and could tell where they were moving because of it. His own movements were not quite as stealthy, the people could tell where he was. He was moving as quickly as he could trying to decide how to defeat these enemies. They were sticking together as a group so they couldn't be taken one at a time. They had ion weapons which would negate Ultimatum's ability to take them out up close. He would have to figure some way of out thinking them.

There, a broken conduit. Hardly three centimeters of free wire that had no protective cover. He could use that. First though... He made his way back to the prison cell, trying as best he could to stay ahead of the men who were hunting him. Even so, he took a blaster shot to the back left shoulder before he reached the cell. He madly pulled three of the wires out of their sockets before turning and beginning to move back to the conduit. It wouldn't be long, hopefully.

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Damn these were good enemies. That Sith was blasting through his defenses like nobody's business. The captain had to put a stop to this. Firstly he would have a signal sent on an open frequency to tell which ship had the prisoner. If the Sith had a comm online he would probably see the message and hopefully change targets. If that wasn't enough, he decided he would have to play a different card.

[member="Animus Malgus"]

 

[Mythos]

It was not long before the deck of the place was being light up with blaster fire but Animus was in such an Elevated position he was allready in the second deck. QUickly he headed for the Captain's room of the massive ship and started slicing everything in his way.
With precise Strikes to black blaster bolts one by one Pirates in the hallways were falling.

Suddenly. Two well armed men with flamethrowers started burning his back and forward entry. Animus was at a narrow corridor. And fire was at both his sides. This top of the place was well armed, and the fire started creeping melting the durasteel. He Tried blasting one with Force Lightning but it was no use. Suddenly Animus threw his lightsaber and managed to cut off one of the Well Suited pirates fire weapon and caused him to become a ball of flame. Turning around in his heel Animus opened up a Force Push against the other pirate who blasted it's flame against himself and pushed him back. In the second the flame was down, Force lightning engulfed the pirate and his agony filled the room.

Up ahead, The Captain's Quarters. More pirates ruches to Animus but without their heavy fire weapons they were left vulnerable to his lightsaber that cut the first two to pieces. They had many numbers, but in close quarter a lightsaber served as a deathdealer to countless ones who stepped forward to die as quickly as they came with Shi-cho keeping his balance steady and in shape. Once the would be rushers gave Animus room he blasted them with Sith lightning in close quarters which arced to electrocute many of them. After a few seconds of pressure with the lightning they laid twitching and dead. Using both his hands he blasted them once again, to be sure before heading to the Captain's room.

@Ultimatum

 

[Ultimatum]

It was surprising, how quickly the tables turned. One moment the men were hunting Ultimatum down, the next two of them were on the floor knocked out. Ultimatum had used the momentary distraction to his advantage. He disappeared around a cell corner and looped back behind his pursuers. The two remaining men had not been prepared for that! A few hits with his metal fists downed the two men before they could respond promptly.

The comm he picked had quite a bit of chatter, apparently something big was going on. He couldn't pick out exactly what it was, but it sounded as if someone was attacking their ships. He wondered what exactly was happening, but he decided that the only way to find out was to try and make his way there. He bet that he could get out at some point, he would need a ship and he could probably take one in the confusion, perhaps there was a hangar or something nearby.

He moved as quietly as he could down the hallways, almost certain now that this was some sort of space vessel. He noted that there were few people in these halls and those that were there didn't pay much attention to what went on around them. He was able to slip by most of the people without problem. He however found a problem with his plan, he didn't know where the hangar was in comparison to his own location.

Without realizing it he was making his way to the bridge of the Wanderer.

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This was not going well, that was certain. The Captain had lost contact with the team sent to restrain the droid, obviously the droids had overpowered them. That was surprising, the droid wasn't supposed to be ion resistant. That posed a problem in and of itself, it meant that part of their information was wrong and that in turn meant even more could be wrong. As it was, he would have to send actually blaster weapons to try and apprehend the droid and lead it back to its cell.

However, all this was not important at the moment. At least not as important as the Sith making his way towards the Captain's living area. The Captain, as is most common within the military and surprisingly few pirates, had a relatively large living space. It had its own refresher, a meeting room, a full sized bedroom, and a half sized closet. By most standards these accommodations would have been poor and unacceptable. Within Old Republic Navy standards though this was a luxurious apartment with more privacy than was normally afforded the crew.

The Captain didn't see any point in hiding, the Sith would find him anyway. He wondered to himself whether the Sith were here on a related matter with the droid. That would have been odd. Perhaps the droid had some sort of battlestation plans and the Sith was here to retrieve it before the information was stolen. Unlikely as it was, the Captain wished he had had the droid's memory checked. That was all in the past of course, he had to deal with the now. He pulled out a small bottle of aged Alderaanian Wine and two tumblers. He poured himself a drink and got himself comfortable while he waited. Perhaps the Sith would be in a negotiating mood. He hoped so, it wasn't like there was much likelihood of him getting out of here alive at the moment.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Animus was in a sour mood. He opened the main door of the Captain's chamber and was met by two guards in the entry who made no move against him. Idiots. Two lightning slashes from his lightsaber cut them down to size as he approached what Was the good captain sitting with a bottle of wine... Wine? In a time like this. Animus grimaced and held out a hand. Tightening a noose of the Force around the neck of the would be Captain.
The Noose of the Force Choke tightened around his neck quickly as Animus would not really control the strength of the noose and might just end up snapping his neck.
"Where is he...."
His voice was that of an Angry Sith who was as impatient as a Hutt in a Podracing track and as Furious as he had ever been.
The darkside of the Force rushed through him as his Singed cloak and War pants reminded him that there were two flamethrowing guards who lay dead in the hallway because of this Karking son of a Bantha Mule.
"You will tell me where he is.... NOW!" He boomed as the captain rose from his chair as the Noose of the force lifted him.... No. Animus was not in a Negotiating mood.
[member="Ultimatum"]​

 

[Ultimatum]

Ultimatum was more surprised by the fact that the crew at the bridge didn't look up when he entered than the mere fact that outside the viewport was a flaming inferno of the station's main systems overloading from the ended shots from the Wanderers. He hadn't even noticed the ship moving when it had maneuvered to open fire on the PT-7 so long ago. He raised his ion blaster and began firing at the controls.

The crew at the bridge didn't respond until the third shot had already left the gun, they turned their heads in almost unison. Most of them were lucky, the ion blasts that hit the controls caused them to overload, the controls exploded harmlessly, but blindingly. Those few that could see the first controls blowing were blinded and thus unable to see Ultimatum moving his ion fire around the entire room. People who were hit by didn't have armor, they were thrown back by the force before the controls they were at detonated.

The ship's systems began acting up as the various controls overloaded. The engines shut down while the doors opened, leaving half opened entries into almost every room. Ultimatum now could get to the Hangar, hopefully. The crew only just fired off one shot before Ultimatum ran back down the hall, trying to figure out where the Hangar was. If there wasn't a problem before, now there was definitely one and a distraction that he could use for now.

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He wasn't surprised. He told himself that no matter how much he was actually surprised that the Sith was killing him. He thought for a moment of staying silent, giving into his fate. He would die and the Sith would be no nearer to accomplishing his goal. The truth was that the Captain did not know where the droid was, now that he had gotten out of the cell there was no telling where he could have been on the ship. All those thoughts paled when a phenomenon occurred that was all too common to living beings.

It is strange that the mind naturally wants to survive yet at the same time it appears to be the reason that death occurs. The mind of any organic, semi-sentient and beyond, tries to survive. It will do almost anything to survive. Yet at the same time aging is still a somewhat mysterious process that causes death and is possibly caused by the same mind that wants live as long as truly possible.

This was what caused him to speak, "On.... sec...ond..... Wander...." He spat out each word as he tried to breath.

[member="Darth Mythos"]