Weekend Treasure Hunt 23: A Fistful of Denarii

[Jorus Merrill]

DENARII NEBULA - KARKING DEADLY​

A traitor has talked. Now opportunists and villains converge on a lonely Underground base on Old Denarii Station. But idealists and insurgents are on their way as well, rushing to support the remote station.

The local authorities, the Mandalorian Rekali clansmen, have intercepted and destroyed numerous attempts to reach Denarii Station with large warships. Others have fallen prey to the nebula's deadly spatial anomalies. Those ships who've made it through have been stealth-outfitted and small, and now a host of private freighters and starfighters is swarming around the station. Men and women of good and evil and all manner of alignments are scrambling to board the station -- either to defend it, or to deal a vicious blow to the Underground.

Because there's treasure here.

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The station is extremely complex, and anywhere can be reached from anywhere, either on foot or by spacewalking, within about ten minutes. The following are some common locations:

HANGAR - Some of the most lethal starfighters in the galaxy, undergoing repair and refit. None are combat functional, but whoever wins the day might just waltz off with an ace in the hold. If you'll pardon the puns. The Hangar is contested.

COMMAND CENTRE - Heavy fighting here slaughtered a handful of Sith. They left some Sithly things, including Lignan crystals in their lightsabres. The Command Centre is contested.

MEDICAL CENTRE - This contains a small fortune in medical droids and kolcta. The Underground medical records have been wiped by an intrepid commando unit, but violence is still ongoing. At the moment, the Medical Centre is dominated by the Dark Side.

CANTINA - A high-profile Hapan noblewoman, a supporter of the Underground is trapped here. Evacuate her and her retinue -- or be what they're afraid of. Note that she has an awful lot of jewellery, including rainbow gems from Gallinore, and a Gun of Command. The Cantina is contested.

MAIN ENGINEERING - Heavily fortified by the Underground. At the moment, Main Engineering is dominated by the Light Side.

OOC/ [member="Garrus Garon"], this is your fault.

Also, like with all Weekend Treasure Hunts, I have no intention of DMing. This is simply an opportunity.

Follow Wheaton's Law. Take a while to get places and claim things. Everyone, and I mean everyone, should be facing opposition.

 

[Arage Bao]

Denarii Nebula - Inbound
J-1 Class

"Blue Hunter, you are approaching the interception vector, over."

"Roger that, Bantha Command. Keep 'em off my tail long enough for me to land, and I will do the rest, over." Katarn wasn't an ace pilot or anything like that. The speed and maneuverability of the J-1 were frankly insane, and if it had been up to him they would have given him something entirely else. But it hadn't been up to him and they did give him this hunk of- that wasn't fair, it was a beautiful piece of machinery.

But ultimately wasted on him. The inertial dampeners were stressed into the reds to compensate for the high G's it was pulling - exactly how it was supposed to work too. Insanity.

"Fly safe, Cole. We got your back, over and out."

A hole in the formation appeared and Cole did the thing. Ya know. The thing where you just shut up, let the Force flow through you and just hope for everyone's sake that it would guide you true.

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Approaching Denarri Station

Flying through solar flares? Dodging enemy ships? Intercepting one of her Uncle's transmissions about the Underground?

All just a normal Saturday.

Life-support was a little shaky in the derelict fighter and the cockpit rattled so much it felt worse than overhearing her brother's singing of love ballads to his imaginary twi'lek girlfriends in the refresher. The display sparked. Probably not good.

"Well chit Morris, yes, I see the other ship. Keep us low. I'm more worried about who on the station is gonna see us. And making it to the station."

Her BB8 unit warbled.

[member="Cole Katarn"]

 

[Abric Korne]

Approaching Denarii Station

​

..."Paydays arrived gentlemen."...

...the Wayfarer Class Medium Transport wasn't a stealth vessel but it had piggybacked its way into the area with an assortment of other private ships which included the afore mentioned frieghters and starfighters. Approach vector to the Denarii Station was straightforward. Weapons had been primed. Laser canons fired at opposing vessels that veered to close or appeared to have hostile intent. The Transport Crew were battle hardened men with one goal in mind...

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...a TIE Defender, modified for modern operations launched from the hangar of the transport. Piloting that the grizzled, bearded man in the cockpit would have muttered over the comms..."I hate these things." Abric had never been much of a pilot, his connection with the force wasn't particularly strong but his thirst for profit caused him to throw caution to the wind as he zoomed towards the Denarii Station. Underground what!? The Sunguard didn't care about affiliations he was here to earn something shiny. Thank the Imperial Remnant for his classy starfighter and the lightsaber he had stashed somewhere around here...

...the controls of the starfighter shook in his hands, Abric held onto them with a white knuckled grip and repeated to himself..."Stay on target. Stay on target."...as he flew precariously closer to the Space Station. As he approached errant laser fire would erupt near the TIE Defender causing it to shake with turbulence and the man to cry out..."Shebs!"...part of him wanted to soil itself then and there but he bowels held firm. -Ejection- wasn't an option as it were....

...up ahead Abric could see the entrance to the hangar bay. Force fields still seemed to be operational keeping out the vacuum of space. Nice to know. Teeth were grinding against one another and he focused on his entrance into the station as he flew ahead. The Tie Defender would slowly begin to power down so that it could make a controlled landing when the time came without spinning out of control...
​

 

[RC 212]

Location: Headed to the hangar

Team Lightside: Capture the Control Center!

[member="Olan Teff"] @Vaugn Fett [member="Haytham Kaze"] [member="Ashtah Ordo"] [member="Kiber Thaxton"]

The Underground had come under attack! Some idiot must of blabbed and let loose the location. As soon as she had heard it Vassara had rounded up her learners and a trusted ally and set sail! They were xoming through the asteroid field now, approaching the station. It was relatively easy in the Void Runner, despite the Frigate size. Updated Starcharts, instinctive astrogation. Combined they were a saving grace.

From the pilots seat Vassar chattered over the comms, deft hands maneuvering the large vessel around the myriad of threatening asteroids. She was doing well so far, pushing the Void Runner into the red.

"Alright crew, this is the mission. Get to the command center and secure it, one team guards the hangar and the
Vessel. Maps of the station are uploaded into your datapads. The others are with me. When we hit the deck we split and hit hard!"

The ship began to beep. She was burning too hot, right past the safety measures of the reactor. It was a move she called the spacers gambit. She had enveloped it over a long time among the stars, for when you need every second you could get and speed counted. Two black gloved fingers flipped the safety override, eliminating the safeguards. The ship surged forwards now, Vassara juking it wildly about. The beeping intensified as the reactor burned to near impossible levels, on the verg of a meltdown. She was calm in the eye of the storm. Her mind quiet and centered, all focus on two tasks. Feel the reactors boiling point, and guide the ship.

The force was abuzz with her energies as she juggled both tasks, straining under their might. Whenever the sling bar shifted too far she had to readjust. The Ship veered, missing a huge hulk of rock. The reactor boiled faster and she missed it. At the last second she was able to regain focus just as the reactor reached final mass. Two more flips of the switch opened up the external vents, and the airlocks around the reactor cycled closed, protecting them from the void.

Absolute zero space rushed in to fill the reactor compartment as Vassara released the coolant she had ruined into space. A contrail began to form, crystallized neutral blue streaming into the void behind them. It held for a second longer before the reserve coolant tanks flushed into the reactor. She hit it again, letting the airlocks open, closing the vents and the temperature began to climb once more, from zero to sixty, speed still blazing.....

 

[Arage Bao]

Denarii Nebula - Inbound
J-1 Class
[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

Cole wouldn't have noticed the fighter anyway. Too busy factoring all kinds of things into the equation: trying to prevent being splattered all across the station's hull, not being hit by the plethora of fire heading their way... actually being able to guide the lithe interceptor through the punched hole in the formation of the fighter screen.

Yeah, this wasn't easy, but it looked cool though.

"BC, you taking recordings of this? I will need copies."

A few moments later the interceptor screamed through the hole, leaving the enemy fighters behind him and with that done Cole aimed for one of the hangers on the side of the station. His screen was giving him a whole lotta targets around him though - other people hitting the station, no doubt.

"Yeah, yeah. Just get outta there alive, Blue Hunter. We will see what we can do."

 

[Abric Korne]

Denarii Station
Hangar Bay

​

...the TIE Defender, like all its brethren, was a fast and maneuverable starfighter which demanded a degree of expertise to pilot. Abric did not have that expertise. An old man whispering -Use the Force- was not something he wanted to hear either which is why knuckles white and teeth grit he narrowed his eyes a bit and hoped for the best. The TIE Defender had thus far escaped any damage. Never having engaged any of the parties enroute to the Space Station it was overlooked for the time being. Darksiders, too, might consider it allied with them considering the historical association it had with the Empire and its countless offshoots. Anyways not important...

...the Hangar Bay was getting larger, the TIE Defender was slowing down but not quite fast enough and Abric at the controls would have cried out..."AIEEEEEE!"...don't get it twisted he was a veteran of countless battles, a hardened soul but that doesn't mean he has a death wish and Abric very much wanted to live. A sudden jerk of the controls sent the starfighter into a spin....

...the TIE Defender spiraled, spinning as Abric jerked on the controls in what now might be considered a faux pas or miscalculation on his part. Lifting one hand away from the steering he covered his eyes thinking this time it might actually be the end. No one was watching so the grizzled vet didn't have to keep his pride right!?...

...the Hangar Bay was breached, the TIE Defender plowed through the force field that maintained the gravity of the environment and crashed onto the flight deck. In the process one of its wings was torn free and the starfighter began skidding across the hangar bay leaving sparks in its wake as durasteel scratched against the surface of the hold. When the TIE Defender finally came to a stop it was amazing it hadn't come into contact with anything else what with the assortment of other starfighters present...

...the hatch to the cockpit of the ruined TIE Defender popped open. No one exited. A bit of smoke rose from the inside and then finally a gauntlet hand reached out and set itself against the edge of the exterior hatch...​

 

[Olan Teff]

#TeamLightSide.

@Vaugn Fett [member="Haytham Kaze"] [member="Ashtah Ordo"] [member="Kiber Thaxton"] [member="Vassara Raxis"]

Location: Aboard Raxis' Frigate - On Approach to Destination

The ship roared and pivoted like a giant snake-and he was deep within its bowels. Screams of durasteel echoed in his head. That familliar voice he heard over his headset commlink. "Aye aye Captain." Replied the Spacer. Sure, he looked like he had been roughed up by a Rancor, be he was more than ready for this. The disabling wounds he suffered a month before had all but healed...mostly.

Layered in his armor, he was ready to board the Station. Ready to fight his way from the bowels of this ship and to the Command Center. Tightening the blood red sash about his waist, he prepares himself for the rush that came with battle that he always felt.

His device he was working on was not ready, but he had his trusty Vibroblades with him. And his slew of other miscellaneous equipment. Especially his favorite thing in the world: Explosives.

The whole world jarred as the ship dropped out of its maddened flight, the sound of the ship dumping something hissed through to his position. A breath escaped him as he unclenched his jaw.

"Party time..."

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

[member="Cole Katarn"][member="Abric Korne"]

And one lonely fighter, a mix of parts x-wing and lambda shuttle....really a piece of junk, tailed in behind the TIE defender. "Fething chit. Yeah, hard to miss that landing." Morris chirped loudly. Whoever it was offered a nice distraction for the teen just to slide on in.

"You can't be offended by my swearing."

Another chirp.

The modge-pudge fighter nestled down into a corner of the hanger. Starchaser-blue eyes lit up at all the....toys? Around. Awwwyis. Hatch popped and her booted-feet hit the deck plating. Oxygen was okay. Stale but levels were breathable. She saw the gauntlet hand reach from the smoking TIE. BB8 unit dropped from her ship and rolled noisily around the...man?

Kins leveled her blaster.

"Real slow like Mister."

She peeked a nervous glance over her shoulder. Others would be coming and she had to figure out if he was on the others side or her side? Or his own side?

 

[Mammut]

A Niathal-class shuttle slipped amidst the sudden chaos engulfing Denarii station. The transponder designated it as a civilian ship hailing from the Lords of the Fringe, but everyone knew those motley fools had been all but wiped off the map years ago. The Darkwater Security operatives within the shuttle didn't much care about the hegemonic status of defunct governments. Plausible deniability was the name of the game, or at least a tacit excuse.

After all, Lord Orcus' associates would hardly want to be tied to the abduction of a high ranking Hapan within the Underground. Of course, they'd still funded the entire black operation with mostly untraceable digital currency. They just didn't want to get their hands dirty if the mission sank to the bottom of the ocean faster than a Mandalorian's skull.

As the shuttle hurtled toward Denarii station's hangar, Orcus reviewed the strike team: himself, [member="Graze"], and two Herglics from Darkwater sporting Koodan-class armor and equipped with the MARS-12 carbines. His own armament consisted of a nice shell spider silk suit and a lightsaber.

"Graze, prepare to disembark. We will leave the pilots aboard and head immediately for the Cantina. All persons aboard that station are to be considered hostile. Koh, Lahn, you know the rules of engagement. Weapons free until we reach the cantina."

The two Herglic bodyguards nodded. They were all professionals here. (Sobek was on suspension.) Orcus did not know who else was down there. More ships seemed to be arriving every second. It made little difference. They had their intelligence.

"Coming up on the hangar. Secure yourselves for in-flight maneuvering," said the co-pilot.

Orcus witnessed a TIE fighter burst through the defenses, making a good distraction for the Niathal as it swooped in, weapons spinning up. The ventral auto blaster opened fire, laying down suppression on everything and anything nearby as the Niathal settled down. The ramp opened and Orcus and his entourage strode out.

 

[Abric Korne]

Hangar Bay
[member="Kinsey Starchaser"]

​

...the hand that came up out of the cockpit of the ruined TIE Defender lay there, motionless for a short time and then a body would start to likewise pull itself free of the cockpit and climb out of the wreckage. By the time Abric's head came up the bearded man was already being greeted by the sound of a voice he didn't know and the sight of a woman leveling her blaster in his direction..."What the f---"...his voice was cut off as he locked his gaze with hers and internalized about his rotten luck. To make matters worse she had an annoying droid that was just buzzing around too...

..."Don't shoot."...Abric's voice was rough, no surprise there I mean he was pretty rough looking himself with his beard and the mass of unkept and mangy dark hair set atop his head but nothing in the way he spoke made him out to be threatening. Unless she gave him a reason to do otherwise Abric would finish climbing out of the cockpit of the ruined starfighter and jump down onto the floor of the hangar bay. Armor identified as Sun Guard Armor, his own personal armor, was worn and easily seen as his feet hit the floor. A Lightsaber was also clipped to a utility belt over his right hip. In his right hand Abric had also brought a hefty piece of equipment with him best described as what it was an Incinerator Flamethrower but that doesn't make him a bad person does it!?...

...once his feet had hit the floor Abric was careful to hold the Flamethrower by its neck in his left hand, placing the butt against the hangar floor which would indicate he had no intention of using it. Looking across at the woman he'd have said..."Do you really want to stand out here in the open? I don't."...

...something told Abric they wouldn't be alone for long so there wasn't a lot of time to debate friend or foe...​

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Hangar

[member="Hion the Herglic"][member="Abric Korne"]

"Karking-chit, is that a fething flame gun?" There was a disapproving beep as the droid rolled behind her legs. Blaster lowered. He wasn't a sith. A sith would've drop-force choked her to the ground by now.

Free throat hug.

Then there was firing. From another ship. Rush hour in the hangar. Blaster fire zoomed over her head. She dove behind the the smoking TIE fighter, barreling against the burly-guy and his flame thrower. Full of muscles, that one.

Blue-eyes peeked from around the defender. "Huh. Whales fly now. Holy chit."

Swear jar.

 

[Abric Korne]

Hangar Bay

​

...to be fair Abric probably thought about force choking her, at least attempting to but he wasn't extremely skilled in the applications of any particular force technique. Free throat hug? Nah, it'd be more like free throat tickle or scratch. That's right he would make her throat annoyingly itchy. Everyone's a critic...

...then she was barreling back around behind the cover of the TIE Defender, colliding with him in the process. Abric had been distracted, his head noticeably turned as the Shuttle swooped into the hangar before blaster fire erupted in all directions. Teeth grit, she'd pushed him backwards behind cover when she dove behind it herself. The Bearded Man was thankful for that at least as he put his back to the TIE Defender wreckage while she peered out from behind it...

..."Whales?"...he questioned her before craning his head to look from behind cover as well before he saw the Hergelic disembarking from the shuttle via a ramp...

...the Incinerator Flamethrower came up, raised in powerful arms and Abric muttered something incomprehensible, a curse likely and then..."Over there."...the hangar was filled with starfighters that required a retrofit or repairs however Abric was craning his head towards a corridor that lead out of the hangar, away from the Hergelic and entourage...​

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[member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Darth Metus]

Hangar Bay

What was the value of a single life?

For the more "light" minded of the Galaxy, putting a price upon a single soul was a damnable act. How could anyone who lives and breathes the same as any other man attempt to place a finite value on a peer? Yes, social classes and other divisions exist...but that was never grounds to attempt such a sin. Conversely, there were those in the Galaxy who had no problem with putting a value on the life of another. For the most part, these sort were slavers and made a profit out of the ordeal. However, there were situations...like Josiah's situation...that resulted in the same result.

Apparently the life of a (former) Jedi Master was equivalent to that of a planetary ruling council. The Council of Skye, to be precise. A deal was struck, one that spared a congregation of native lives...at the price of Josiah's service. He would take up his saber in the name of the First Order and cut down their enemies as a Knight. A Knight of Ren. As such, a man who once boldly challenged anything he perceived as Dark found himself in "cahoots" with his very enemy.

However.

That didn't mean that Josiah forgot his friends. That didn't mean that he would turn his back upon those who helped him grow into the warrior of the present. The whispers of the hyperlanes brought information to his ears, and the name Rekali. And the famous, thorn-in-the-Sith's-backside [member="Ember Rekali"], Josiah would move mountains. Literally. So, he borrowed a rather sleek A/Y-92 "Aquila" Starfighter from the Order and...flew passively. The slower he flew, the better the Nightshadow upon his vessel functioned.

Hell, to the eyes and scanners of those flying around like frantic bees, he wasn't even there.

The destination was the Hangar of the big fish...and apparently it was being penetrated at a frequency that was alarming. First a freakishly loud "landing"...then something on the softer side. Then came a ship that opened fire on everything and everyone inside the space. That was the interesting ship, as it was blaring off a signal that Josiah recognized. The Fringe? Ashin's folks? Here? "What are the chances." breathed the Exile. Slow and steady, he guided the fighter through the final stretch and joined the growing party inside the hangar.

The cockpit sprang open before the ship touched down, and out leaped a man dressed the part of a Knight of Ren.

By his reckoning, the Hangar stunk. Not a putrid odor of chemicals or bad hygeine, but rather the distinct "aroma" that came from darker beings. From behind his mask, Josiah wrinkled his nose and attempted to locate who, or what, could be the source of such a stank. Oh look. A whale. Wait, what?! "You there! Stop!" he said, his voice a metallic hiss complements of the mask's modulator. Snap. Hiss. A blade of blue sprang to life. Josiah was here to do a good friend a favor...and he guessed that meant butting heads with his cousin's folks.

Lovely.

[member="Hion the Herglic"], [member="Kinsey Starchaser"], [member="Abric Korne"]

 

[Graze]

"Understood," Graze said to Lord Orcus, his thoughts tranquil--as they usually were before battle. A flash of teeth met the Herglic's pronouncement, only to quickly disappear with the Niathal's landing. Graze looked around as he stepped from the shuttle, his BTI-EHP extended toward the inside of the hangar. A faint itch had started in the middle of his back as they landed, causing the large Karkaradon to grimace in frustration. There was no use worrying about the sensation; the Guardian Class Blaster-Proof Vest he wore wrapped around his chest prevented him from doing anything about it. Forcing the matter from his mind, he focused his attention on the task at hand.

"Immediate area is clear," he stated, only to be proven incorrect as four guards ran through a set of doors to his left and shot at his party. Graze turned and took aim, the blast from his pistol catching one of the shooters in the chest. Moving behind a nearby barrel, he gestured for the two Herglic bodyguards to flank their opponents from either side. Certain they'd obey, he again turned his attention toward their opponents.

[member="Hion the Herglic"]

 

[Kinsey Starchaser]

Hangar Bay toward a corridor

[member="Abric Korne"] [member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Hion the Herglic"]

"But, but, but," she saw those fighters. Sure they needed upkeep. But c'mon? It was like a Starchaser's dream. Like, ten times better than Life Day. She peeked out again. Then she saw a shark? [member="Graze"] The battered BB8 unit chirped and did circles around them.

"I'm sad too but go, go, go."

The teen nodded at burly-man. At least he didn't incinerate her yet. What a gentleman. She gave him one last look and in a crouching run followed right after her droid to the corridor, through the open. Hopefully this stranger had her back? She didn't want to get eaten by a crustacean. Guys who had beards were auto-trustworthy, right? Maybe it was only guys who had beards and wore plaid.

And there was some dude in a mask? Blue lightsaber. Probably a good sign. She fired her blaster at any of Hion's men that fired at her, first. She had to protect Morris. The droid got scared.

 

[Mammut]

The powerful BTI-EHP blared in Graze's hand, punching a hole the size of Orcus' flipper in the rebel soldier. The Sith Lord stared at the weapon for a moment, contemplating asking Graze if he might borrow that instrument of Death for a few seconds. In the meantime, Koh and Lahn flanked the three remaining soldiers and opened fire with their MARS-12s. The modular weapons were outfitted with the arc caster cylinder, making the deaths of the three troopers rather... shocking.

None of them fired on the woman and her BB-8 unit, too far away and hidden behind the Defender.

Orcus smiled broadly, only to frown in consternation as another ship landed in the hangar. A figure quickly disembarked, swathed in dark, a-typical robes more commonly reserved for Orcus' compatriots. Koodan eyes narrowed as the man approached. Foes came in every shape and size, but for aesthetic reasons, only a few distinctive colors. The snap-hiss of the figure's blue blade told Orcus part one, the barked order part two.

Jedi and Sith. Color-coded for your convenience.

The cetacean clacked his teeth and turned to Graze. "Go," he gestured past the smoking bodies of the dead rebels, toward a hallway that led further inside the station, "Find the Hapan in the cantina. Beware her gun of command." He turned back toward the foe. "I will deal with this one."

Orcus shrugged off his suit jacket, letting the blue fabric fall to the cold hangar floor. He rolled up the sleeves of his alabaster button-down as he stalked toward the man with the lit lightsaber.

"Can I help you with something, stranger?"

The great saber at his belt made a small click as he unclipped it from his belt, lost in the din of the chaos around them.

[member="Josiah Denko"] | [member="Graze"] | [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] | [member="Abric Korne"]

 

[Abric Korne]

Corridor exiting the Hangar Bay

​

...the timely arrival of another ship which went coasting into the hangar bay, piloted by a lightsaber wielding man revealed shortly thereafter and a squad of rebel soldiers presented an opportunity for Abric and the girl to make a strategic withdrawal from the area. Abric would wait until the BB8 Droid and his Ally(?) had began to run towards the corridor he'd singled out before following behind them swiftly. The Sun Guard trotted along instead of running confident that the Hergelic, his companions and the new arrivals were mostly busy with one another which also presented a unique opportunity. Abric had seen the way his female companion had tossed a longing glance at the starfighters but he imagined she might forgive him for this later on...

...turning back towards the wreckage of the TIE Defender he was retreating away from Abric would level the Incinerator Flamethrower in its direction and compress the trigger with a ruthless efficiency. A jet of flame would spring from the mouth of the flamethrower and begin to bath the wreckage of the TIE Defender. Durasteel was awash in fire but more importantly the flames snaked their way across the body of the TIE Defender searching for the sweet spot. Fuel cells. Power cells. The Solar Ionization Reactor. Anything that might make a loud explosion. Abric narrowed his eyes, backed towards the corridor quickly and then disappeared into it allowing the flaming wreckage to do the rest of the work...

...BOOM!!!...

...the starfighter wreckage would explode afterwards. Loud. Easily heard. Abric had known the moment he made his landing he'd need to find another way off this Station. A single starfighter exploding would create some debris, some shrapnel but the real danger was a chain reaction if any of the other starfighters in the hangar bay followed suit. It was something for the Hergelic's and the rest of them to deal with now...

...Abric had ducked into the corridor behind the girl and her droid. Turning to face them while the explosion echoed in the background he offered an expression as though to say [What?] expecting that he might be the recipient of a disapproving gaze. Regardless now that imminent danger was behind them he'd state..."What's your name girl?"...they hadn't turned on one another yet so maybe they could be on a first name basis..."You can call my Abric."...the bearded man introduced himself and then began attempting to get his bearings, he'd need them to navigate a way to his next destination...​

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[member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Graze"] [member="Josiah Denko"]

 

[Graze]

Having fired upon the guards, Graze inched toward his commander. Though his gaze swept the room, taking in the scene, he failed to notice the teenager and her BB-8 as they slipped from the room. He was too focused on the figure who had just emerged and Orcus' order.

"Yes, Sir," he said to Orcus, signaling to Koh and Lahn that the three of them would be continuing on. He began walking toward the door, grateful to be continuing with his mission. With the hangar quickly becoming more populated, he wondered how many ships would land before it became too full. His thought was met by the sound of an explosion, which he bent to take refuge from. Bits of shrapnel pelted his vest and arms, causing small burns to appear. His chest hurt from the force of the explosion. He turned toward Lord Orcus. "Are you well, boss?"



[member="Josiah Denko"] [member="Hion the Herglic"] [member="Kinsey Starchaser"] [member="Abric Korne"]

 

[Mammut]

Orcus was hurled backward by the force of the unexpected explosion and landed roughly on the ground. Humming with fury, Orcus arose, scrapes littering his body, clothes torn in several places.

"I will be," said a voice as deep as the oceans, "Once I have disposed of these rebel scum. Now go. Complete the mission."

[member="Graze"]