Darth Strelok
Abraxin.
The Silent Erika descended through the murky atmosphere of Abraxin, its pilot having been given a mission by the CIS military.
While capturing an enemy dark jedi, Higher up spies had been put on the trail of a facility the Dark Jedi mentioned having escaped from once: An illegal research facility run in on Abraxin. The Dark Jedi claimed horrific experiments had been conducted, and might be still.
As Abraxin was well within Confederacy reach, they had decided to hire out Maple to scout ahead of other assistance they were trying to get ahold of. When Maple had asked who, she had simply been told not to sweat it, but that given the danger the Dark Jedi claimed the facility posed, they wanted a combination of skills to tackle any possible challenge.
Her orders were to scout ahead for danger, clear a path for back-up if it needed to be cleared, and then procede into the facility after whoever arrived arrived.
Maple was uncomfortable with all the unknowns as were the ghosts of all those Dark Siders she had murdered. Wait. No. Skip. They were dead. They never talked to her...
She scanned the area the Dark Jedi had given. No anti-craft threats detected, so there was that. But the area she was landing in, a bare patch of dirt just joining onto a path that lead to a somewhat rocky region just beyond, with rock jutting out the ground in spikes like fangs set her bone to chill. She could see what looked like a rectangular compound entrance just beyond, at the top of the path, recessed deep into the ground. It would be quite a ways up once she landed.
The black chromium plated, J-Type 327 Nubian set down on the stable patch of dirt. There was plenty of other landing area for the other ships. So she wasn't too worried abbout them not being able to get close. The smell of nearby swamp made her crinkle her nose as she ventured cautiously forward once she was of the ship, calling on the Force to sense for life, or even the faint energy of droids. Nothing. Silent. Sensing life was a little less difficult for her than other applications of the Force these days, plus, she had been working it like a muscle.
A blink in between ticks of a second and she was somewhere else, fighting some strange battle. Days and hours passed in the delusion. Blink. Skip. On Abraxin. She gripped her staff tightly, her rifle slung over her back.
It was not long before she encountered a corpse. It was badly decomposed, the remains of a strait-jacket in tatters over its frame. She knealt down on the inclining path, examining the skull, spotting the remains of a large, crude implant on the frontal lobe. She ripped the machinery out, examining it, before stuffing it into her black jacket and heading upward. She found more corpses, each in the same, tattered straitjacket clothing.
She checked for tracks. None recent. No one had been out here in a while it seemed. Given the corpses, something had gone wrong.
Oh, sure, brutal experimentation on Dark Jedi...how could it NOT go wrong? Maybe if they were all lingerie models, and the whole thing turned into a sexy party at the end as a twist...
Maple snorted at the thought. She wished. That'd be a nice end to a job...maybe there would be cupcakes! Or not. Maple wasn't as fond of cupcakes as she was other sweets. There should still be sweets though, because sweets were awesome in the sexy hypothetical scenario Maple had dreamt up.
She spotted turrets as she reached the top, but they were broken, rusted down. Something had definitely gone wrong. Something that might melt her face off if it was bad enough.
She didn't want to get her face melted off. Face melting sucked.
After careful manuvering through an uphill path of jagged rocks, past more turrets, each broken down and rusted, she finally reached the large, rectangular door recessed into the ground.
Getting out a fusion cutter, she began melting through the control panel, hotwiring the door by instinct. Old military quarantine style door, so she was not worried. This tech had been out of date ten years ago.
The musty, large door, built into a descending path into the rock itself, creeped open and Maple went inside.
It looked like what was left of a processing hallway for inmates. Primitive medical equipment lay strewn about, and the remains of a large, electrical coil device that had crashed through below alerted her to the state of deterioration.
She spotted a staircase protected by a Force Field and immediately began work on breaking it down by going to the old control panel nearby, typing in some old trick commands a slicer had taught her for old equipment like this. She had only basic, beginner level coding so it was slow going.
Plus, the Force felt...wrong...in this place. It reminded her almost of Mimban.
After a few minutes, the Force Field shut off and she proceeded past the processing area.
"Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert. Unknown party has breached facility. All relevant security personnel to Lobby area immediately." Announced a female, computerized voice over the remains of a PA system.
"Who are you? An imperial? First Order? One of the other ones I've lost track of?!" Another voice, a middle aged man said over the intercom. "You're on a fools errand. The research that was done in this facility is of no use to you. Turn back. Or so help me, I'll sic every remaining security measure in this place on you!"
Maple did not respond, noting as she got to the bottom of the steps that a laser grid had turned, and there looked to be working turret emplacements on the ceiling. She crouched low, taking her rifle and aiming...
The Sonic Turret fired a burst of shots that forced Maple to completely retreat, lest she be hit and went back up the steps a bit, breathing hard. She had spotted another security door at the end of a long hall where the turret had fired, as well as flame emitters lining the walls where the laser grid was set up, both were weapons designed stop adepts. She began to rethink her strategy, popping out from cover and snapping a shot off at one, turret, retreating again from the burst it managed to give off, but only just barely. There was still another there, had those things had TWITCHY sensors.
She breathed, focusing on the Force, struggling to concentrate with her brain's noise, and felt the world slow down slightly around her. She had memorized the other turrets position.
She snapped out of cover and fired, dodging out of the return fire.
The turret exploded and she hit the filthy floor, ears ringing slightly.
Now to get past this laser grid...
[member="Rell Kapae"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Jaster Vekarr"], [member="The Matador"], [member="Iona Immarya"].
The Silent Erika descended through the murky atmosphere of Abraxin, its pilot having been given a mission by the CIS military.
While capturing an enemy dark jedi, Higher up spies had been put on the trail of a facility the Dark Jedi mentioned having escaped from once: An illegal research facility run in on Abraxin. The Dark Jedi claimed horrific experiments had been conducted, and might be still.
As Abraxin was well within Confederacy reach, they had decided to hire out Maple to scout ahead of other assistance they were trying to get ahold of. When Maple had asked who, she had simply been told not to sweat it, but that given the danger the Dark Jedi claimed the facility posed, they wanted a combination of skills to tackle any possible challenge.
Her orders were to scout ahead for danger, clear a path for back-up if it needed to be cleared, and then procede into the facility after whoever arrived arrived.
Maple was uncomfortable with all the unknowns as were the ghosts of all those Dark Siders she had murdered. Wait. No. Skip. They were dead. They never talked to her...
She scanned the area the Dark Jedi had given. No anti-craft threats detected, so there was that. But the area she was landing in, a bare patch of dirt just joining onto a path that lead to a somewhat rocky region just beyond, with rock jutting out the ground in spikes like fangs set her bone to chill. She could see what looked like a rectangular compound entrance just beyond, at the top of the path, recessed deep into the ground. It would be quite a ways up once she landed.
The black chromium plated, J-Type 327 Nubian set down on the stable patch of dirt. There was plenty of other landing area for the other ships. So she wasn't too worried abbout them not being able to get close. The smell of nearby swamp made her crinkle her nose as she ventured cautiously forward once she was of the ship, calling on the Force to sense for life, or even the faint energy of droids. Nothing. Silent. Sensing life was a little less difficult for her than other applications of the Force these days, plus, she had been working it like a muscle.
A blink in between ticks of a second and she was somewhere else, fighting some strange battle. Days and hours passed in the delusion. Blink. Skip. On Abraxin. She gripped her staff tightly, her rifle slung over her back.
It was not long before she encountered a corpse. It was badly decomposed, the remains of a strait-jacket in tatters over its frame. She knealt down on the inclining path, examining the skull, spotting the remains of a large, crude implant on the frontal lobe. She ripped the machinery out, examining it, before stuffing it into her black jacket and heading upward. She found more corpses, each in the same, tattered straitjacket clothing.
She checked for tracks. None recent. No one had been out here in a while it seemed. Given the corpses, something had gone wrong.
Oh, sure, brutal experimentation on Dark Jedi...how could it NOT go wrong? Maybe if they were all lingerie models, and the whole thing turned into a sexy party at the end as a twist...
Maple snorted at the thought. She wished. That'd be a nice end to a job...maybe there would be cupcakes! Or not. Maple wasn't as fond of cupcakes as she was other sweets. There should still be sweets though, because sweets were awesome in the sexy hypothetical scenario Maple had dreamt up.
She spotted turrets as she reached the top, but they were broken, rusted down. Something had definitely gone wrong. Something that might melt her face off if it was bad enough.
She didn't want to get her face melted off. Face melting sucked.
After careful manuvering through an uphill path of jagged rocks, past more turrets, each broken down and rusted, she finally reached the large, rectangular door recessed into the ground.
Getting out a fusion cutter, she began melting through the control panel, hotwiring the door by instinct. Old military quarantine style door, so she was not worried. This tech had been out of date ten years ago.
The musty, large door, built into a descending path into the rock itself, creeped open and Maple went inside.
It looked like what was left of a processing hallway for inmates. Primitive medical equipment lay strewn about, and the remains of a large, electrical coil device that had crashed through below alerted her to the state of deterioration.
She spotted a staircase protected by a Force Field and immediately began work on breaking it down by going to the old control panel nearby, typing in some old trick commands a slicer had taught her for old equipment like this. She had only basic, beginner level coding so it was slow going.
Plus, the Force felt...wrong...in this place. It reminded her almost of Mimban.
After a few minutes, the Force Field shut off and she proceeded past the processing area.
"Intruder Alert. Intruder Alert. Unknown party has breached facility. All relevant security personnel to Lobby area immediately." Announced a female, computerized voice over the remains of a PA system.
"Who are you? An imperial? First Order? One of the other ones I've lost track of?!" Another voice, a middle aged man said over the intercom. "You're on a fools errand. The research that was done in this facility is of no use to you. Turn back. Or so help me, I'll sic every remaining security measure in this place on you!"
Maple did not respond, noting as she got to the bottom of the steps that a laser grid had turned, and there looked to be working turret emplacements on the ceiling. She crouched low, taking her rifle and aiming...
The Sonic Turret fired a burst of shots that forced Maple to completely retreat, lest she be hit and went back up the steps a bit, breathing hard. She had spotted another security door at the end of a long hall where the turret had fired, as well as flame emitters lining the walls where the laser grid was set up, both were weapons designed stop adepts. She began to rethink her strategy, popping out from cover and snapping a shot off at one, turret, retreating again from the burst it managed to give off, but only just barely. There was still another there, had those things had TWITCHY sensors.
She breathed, focusing on the Force, struggling to concentrate with her brain's noise, and felt the world slow down slightly around her. She had memorized the other turrets position.
She snapped out of cover and fired, dodging out of the return fire.
The turret exploded and she hit the filthy floor, ears ringing slightly.
Now to get past this laser grid...
[member="Rell Kapae"], [member="Stephanie Swail"], [member="Lok Jorunn"], [member="Jaster Vekarr"], [member="The Matador"], [member="Iona Immarya"].
