Your Overconfidence Is Your Weakness | Rebel Alliance Invasion of Sith Empire Held Dubrillon Hex

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: [member="The Slave"], [member="Katya Shorn"]
Foes: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Blackblade Guard"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], [member="Darth Rixas"]
Idk: [member="Nyra Mazul"]

The Slave was their people person: their party's charisma stacked character, the one who did all of the talking whilst he swung around a piece of metal. As the silver-locked man strode into Engineering with impunity while he stopped to watch the door, screaming and the snapping of neckbones resounded throughout the chamber.

Charismatic? Yeah, right.

The Dark Jedi halted to inspect his handiwork, lifting the reinforced door off of the ground with a grunt. A hefty thing it was, though their internal hinges happened to be far weaker than he'd expected. Something caught his eye, the slightest flickering of shadow. Before he knew it, Imperial troopers were materializing before him to fiddle with their utility belts. Grenade.

In that split-second, he shoved the bulk of his form between the expected blast and his companion further back in the Engineering Bay. The door-shield came down with him, becoming a one man shield wall.

KA-THUNG!​

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A reverberating blast nearly threw him backwards. A flash of light sprung into existence, probably blinding anyone without nictitating eyelids. He felt something trickle down the side of his cheeks: blood, probably from his ears. The ringing in his head hadn't stopped but a headache would never put him out of commission. Despite his deafness, he rose from his position with a low roar and charged the scouts.

The door became his shield, the Betrayer occupying his sword-hand. Judas threw himself at the two that had managed to get into the Engineering bay, bashing the Blackblades to the bulkhead. He fell upon them like a ravenous dog, sending the Betrayer through the gullet of one, door-shield coming down in thundering, repeated strikes to the other Guard's head.

As they died, blaster bolts flew at him from the tramway. Four Blackblades. It was a fool's errand to send few to an unknown enemy.

He lifted the reinforced door and rose to block the doorway. He set it down into the opening, returning the door to its rightful place as he held it there, blocking all entry into the Bay itself.

"You might wanna hurry up!" He shouted over the chorus of fire hammering the reinforced door.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

In the final stretch, hoping for the best...

Allies: [member="Judas Foster"] │ [member="Katya Shorn"]
Foes: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] │ [member="Blackblade Guard"] │ [member="Vaylin"] │ [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] │ [member="Darth Rixas"]
Something: [member="Nyra Mazul"]

Although The Slave wasn’t watching, he could feel the pressure from the sonic waves hitting his back and forcing the sonic dampeners on his armor to mute whatever sound was incoming. If it weren’t for his armor, he wouldn’t of been able to tolerate the attack, and certainly wouldn’t of been able to recover as quickly as the gigantic swordsman behind him. Instead, he let his hands rest on the man’s face for a few moments longer as the information drained from his mind and into his; a dark side ability somewhat similar to that of leviathans and the knowledge they kept.

Letting go, the engineer fell to he ground in silence; a mixture of blood and tears seeping from his eyes as he glanced back to the titan behind him, now holding a door to the entrance to the room they stood in. He spoke quickly, know now more than ever that they had finally caught up to them, and without Kate’s photokinetic cover it was only a matter of time;

“AI Core is close. Two rooms up, ladder in the next room.”

With that, The Slave turned and pressed his hands against the secondary bulkhead that kept the group from their goal. As his palms touched, there would be a moment of grievous silence before any dust that had settled near him broke loose as a shockwave originating from his fingertips broke the door from its frame and sent it flying into he next room at a horrifying pace. Any on the other side would be slammed, but it was his last concern.

A last look as he glanced back to Judas, offering him a smile;

“We’re running short on time. Better hurry.”, he said as he activated his cloaking systems and rushed to the stairs leading to the core. The end game was here, and so far all had gone smoothly; but in the belly of the beast it was only a matter of time before they would be overwhelmed in sheer numbers or skill. They had to move faster than fate, one way or another.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant, Deep Lab
Allies: TSE, [member="Leliana"] [member="Djorn Bline"]
Enemies: Whoever is upsetting the Progenitors (Rebels, [member="Ari Vox"] [member="Noah Corek"] [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] )
Idiot In Scene: [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"]

Oh, dear.

"Maybe there is hope for you yet." Answering her as if everything was solved.

He had followed the thread of her thought to its inevitable conclusion and internally Jairus could only sigh at it. This is what happened when someone was cuddled and coddled under the watchful eye of an all-powerful figure. They began thinking that said power was shared by them, which was far from the truth. Part of him had hoped that the legionnaires turning against her by only a few spoken syllables would have taught her a lesson.

Instead it had seemingly only made things more complicated.

By now the Legionnaires were already assaulting the remaining positions of the Rebels, pushing hard against them, aided by the arrival of reinforcements from other corners of the facility with the elevator working once more.

But there was still work to do and Jairus couldn't afford letting his attention be split between said work and this ball of rage.

A decision was made.

Once the elevator started to descend down Jai breathed out. The moment her mind turned from plan to execution the Sith Lord burst into movement. Twisting and his hand grasping her wrist, up to the point where the syringe missed skin by a mere inch. Then, "You miscalculated." Impassively as she struggled against his sudden hold on her in the moment.

"Let me educate you."

While the Sith Lord spoke the grip around her wrists only increased. There he'd try and guide her arm (and the syringe in her hand) towards her own neck, injecting the solution into her own vein.

Either way-

A moment later the ding of the elevator sounded.

Doors opened for him and once he was done with this Bad Doctor... it would be time to finish sweeping this building for Zambrano. Perhaps he would be less wroth about his personal physician being killed in action then. Maybe blame it on the Rebels, out of his hands and the sort. With the cameras out of commission and them being alone in the moment?

Who would be able to say differently?

 

[Leliana]

Location: Kolto Processing Plant - Security Hub
Objective: Stop the Rebels, Kill the Rebels
Allies: [member="Djorn Bline"] | [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"] | [member="Jairus Starvald"] | NPCs - Imperial Lawbringers | TSE
Enemies: [member="Elpsis Kerrigan-Alcori"] (Directly Engaging) | @Ari Vox | [member="Noah Corek"] | TRA
Equipment: Sith Lightsaber | Daggers | Hidden Blade | Assassin Armour

Leliana didn't say anything in response, instead deciding to spit out some blood. That in itself wasn't a particular great sign, indicative enough that some of the pellets had hit a bit too close to some critical areas.

But the pain was still burning within the assassin, fueling the dark that stirred within. A slither of something was crawling up from the depths, intending to reach the surface. It wanted to remain alive, and that was going to be cut short if Leliana died here and now.

She began to slowly limp around, circling Elpsis. Leliana's instincts urged her to move quick, to lunge forward in her attack. But the searing pain in her wounded leg quickly overrode that decision. Any sudden movement was going to make it worse, but there was very little else Leliana could do.

It was a risk, one she couldn't avoid.

The assassin took a step back, deactivating her lightsaber. Was she not going to fight? It wasn't very likely, both in terms of the person and the very nature of Sith. And yet, she moved her hand back to her belt - seemingly to clip the weapon back to it.

Until she suddenly grabbed one of her daggers instead, throwing it at Elpsis. It was followed up with Leliana squatting down, balancing on her left leg. Curling up until she sprung forwards, lightsaber igniting and swinging the blade down towards Elpsis' shoulder.

 

[Vaylin]

Location: The Behemoth
Objective: Repel the Boarders
Allies: [member="Blackblade Guard"] | [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | @Darth Rixas | TSE
Enemies: [member="The Slave"] | [member="Katya Shorn"] | [member="Judas Foster"] | TRA
Equipment: Sith Lightsaber x2 | Shoto Lightsaber x1 | Armour | Oculus | Firestarter |

They had finally arrived, unfortunately not soon enough to stop the enemy from getting into where they wanted. Vaylin turned a corner to find a group of Blackblade were presently trying to open the door before them.

Didn't take a genius to realize it was where their infiltrators had gone through.

"What's happening? Report."

The answer made Vaylin frown, her gaze fixed upon the door that was being reinforced by one of the enemy. Only two had pushed this further into the ship, and as Vaylin stepped closer she could feel the sword's presence through the Force.

Foster.

"Out of the way, I'll deal with this." She wasn't about to let a door get in the way of her pursuit. As such, she mimicked Slave's movement with the door further in, placing her hands against the metal and focused.

If her presence in the Force hadn't been picked up before, it was going to now. A shroud of malice and hunger began to flow from the Zabrak, flooding the area she was in and pushing further into the Engineering Bay. Vaylin had no idea that Slave was one of the two, so her focus was primarily on the one directly impeding her progress.

Like a challenge to fight, aimed at Judas.

The door began to buckle, metal groaning as its inner machinery began to break. Rather than the simple elegance of a shockwave, Vaylin was being violent. Almost like a taunt; a promise, that this was going to be the fate of those she was after.

 

[Elpsis Kerrigan]

Allies: Rebels - [member="Ari Vox"], [member="Noah Corek"]
Enemies: [member="Leliana"], [member="Djorn Bline"], [member="Jairus Starvald"], [member="Dr. Vain Jar'He"], TSE. Engaging: Leliana.


Phrik armour, lightsabre (both in sig), rebreather, boltgun, sonic carbine, sidearm.


It all transpired so quickly. Rapidly. It was perhaps one of those instances where being blind was more of a hindrance than a boon. Elpsis lacked the chance to descriptively grasp the nature of this attack, even though the Force whispered into her mind, warning her of impending danger.


If Elpsis had not been deprived of physical sight, she could have easily sidestepped this manoeuvre. But her eyes were cursed and blessed. However, by the time she had discerned the nature of this attack, it was too late. Perhaps a split second too late, but such semantics had no meaning. The small throwing knife sailed through the air and struck true, finding purchase between the solid protection of her Phrik armour and inside the lower right of her abdomen.


It was just a sudden burn, unlike the fire she wielded with such passion and skill. However, this was not the end of the Sith Assassin's assault. The small knife had moved too quickly for the Blind Seer to perceive. However, this did not apply to the Sith's movements. Blood bathed the front of her, dripping down the curve of her hip and thigh and staining the armoured plates crimson. There was pain. It stung. All things Elpsis knew well and had battled more than a dozen times before - and would undoubtedly continue to do so. Thusly, discipline and training took over.


Games of cloak, shadow and daggers were not Elpsis' terrain. But this was not the game being played. Out in the open, combatant against combatant, she held the power. Assassins were more frightening when they were wreathed in shadows, instead of being forced to attack their adversaries head-on. So Leliana and her body became a blur of motion, and Elpsis countered in an instant. The Sith squatted low, and sprang forward, displaying her acrobatics. Elpsis was no novice though, but had been bloodied again and again. Be it on the battlefields of a war-torn, bleak Galaxy...or at the hands of Mother during Sio's training lessons. Those tended to be an OSHA nightmare because Siobhan considered a good beating to be educational. It's only a wound, it will heal. Pain is just weakness leaving the body. So woman up and fight me, girl. Thus spake the Lady Kerrigan.


So as the Sith went up and struck down, Elpsis moved to her right. Her body shifted to the side, her free hand swiftly detached the knife from her bleeding abdomen, clutching it in an ice pick grip, as her lightsabre struck outward. Elpsis had already broken the Sith's line of attack, successfully removing herself from the harm Leliana's downward chop could have inflicted. Instead, with a flick of her blade upwards, Elpsis' lightsabre was in launch. Coming in from Leliana's left, the blade honed in to strike the Sith across her downward slopping hands. The goal was to sever them from her attacker. At the same time Elpsis made sure to keep her blade proportioned expertly between herself and Leliana, in order to spoil or catch a sudden counter. Mother had drilled the need never to strike without thought of what riposte might come into her skull. Elpsis had spent a lot of time in the medbay after that lesson.

 

[H3xle]

Location: Dubrillion, the Refinery => Outdated Culty Facility

Allies: TSE [member="Ardeth Zun"] [member="tabigarashu madara"]
Enemies: Rebels/Death Cultists
Unknown: [member="desmond c'artyom"]

As the elevator doors closed to the carnage he and his fellow agent had left behind them, Khaji leaned against the back wall. He sheathed the blades in his hands once again, internally wincing at the amount of cleaning their scabards would need. The scratches he took when distracted burned slightly, and he quickly pulled a salve from his pouch and applied it. Once he slipped it back into his pouch, he turned to his companions.

"I have neverr hearrd of Agent C'arrtyom either, I just hope he brrings some muscle with him if he intends to trry to stop this facility." The disturbing shudder that ran through the building as the laser fired was mildly gut clenching for the cat. Just the thought of all of that power aimed skyward was frightening, let alone that it was aimed at his allies. "Arre eitherr of you injurred? Trrianii physiology is marrkedly differrent, but the salve I have is bacta based..."





Khaji continued to scent the air as they descended deeper into the facility. He very much did not want to be surprised by another on rush of frothing cultists. The fact that Agent Zun and he had kept so many back for enough time for Hirou to fix the elevator was astonishing.

Absently, he checked the charge on his lone blaster, then reholstered it. He hadn't had need for it yet, he was more comfortable with up close work and so used the blaster as a last resort typically.

 

[Irajah Ven]

Location: Kolto Facility, Lowest Level, on the floor
Murderer: [member="Jairus Starvald"]

She struggled. She kicked and clawed- even tried to bite. Hands turned hard and clawlike beneath those gloves- the gloves which allowed not nearly enough purchase to do anything.

Vain had a disconnected moment where she realized she wouldn't be able to update her journal that evening. Wouldn't be able to pass on ditch the gloves, or, far more importantly in this moment:

Jairus Starvald is my killer.

She knew, with a crystalline clarity, even as she struggled, that would be the outcome. Vain knew only too well just what was in the syringe she was holding- the quickest, the nastiest of the serums in her lab. She had wanted to make sure that he didn't have time to lash back.

Note: only bring serums to which I have an immunity to.

She couldn't add that one either.

Other than a hiss, Vain made no sound as the syringe plunged into her neck. She never got a chance to say anything. There were no parting final words. It would take approximately three and a half minutes, for the poison to reach her brain. But it was a technical number with no meaning because by that time the clone's body was already still. One single seizure that rippled through the form as she had been dropped, heart stopping, lungs freezing, every muscle in her body paralysed.

It took longer for her to lose consciousness however. She watched, the mask skewed from her face when she had fallen, as he stepped onto the lift. Turned. The doors closed.

She died alone. Mourned by exactly one person.

Fortunately, [member="Dr. Jain Ve'Rah"] would not have long to mourn.

 

[Blackblade Guard]

Objective: Repel the boarders
Location: The Behemoth
Allies: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Nyra Mazul"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"]
Enemies: [member="The Slave"], [member="Katya Shorn"], [member="Judas Foster"]
Gear: Blackblade Armory

"They've holed themselves up in a dead-end." mused the Highlord as he and his personal guard finally linked up with his small advanced force, which had pursued the intruders into engineering and had so far blockaded the entrance. The surviving four scouts had swelled to around thirty Guardsmen, not including the Highlord and his attaches.

Knight Vaylin had also finally joined them and was currently hard at work breaking down the ruined mass that currently prevented the Blackblades from surging into the room and eradicating the bilge rats that had swum onboard.

"Let the Valkyrie break-in, she can handle that big fether with the oversized sword while we apprehend the twink." Security cameras and the body-cams of the two dead Guards in the room had given the Highlord a good look at the two interlopers, and he had cataloged their height, body-types, facial structures, and other physical attributes in his personal datalog for later identification. There wasn't enough time to identify them on the fly, not when there was a battle raging around outside against whatever rebels had thought that it was a good time to attack the Empire at one of its most heavily defended locations.

The Highlord took up position behind the Valkyrie, his rifle at the ready with the underslung tensor cannon primed for action. The rest of the thirty or so Guards took up similar positions.

 

[Jantar Keltainen]

Objective: Keep the refinery complex
Location: Refinery – access hallway
Allies: Pain, training
Enemies: [member="Cenric Marus"]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNIkvo9cqkE

The simplest solution is often the simplest – but why did her adversary have to be the one to find it!

The best part of the Force was that it was capable of virtually anything – and given it was so powerful, many caught by its actions became frozen in contemplating how to react. The answer was so straightforward, it beggared belief. But most overthought it and could not trust the most basic response.

All you had to do was break the user’s concentration. Jantar favoured the simple head-butt. But slamming someone’s face into the ground would do that too. Which, of course, is what she experienced.

The pain did not bother her, not unduly. The fact she had to break her connection to the Force – and therefore relinquish the Force Choke – did not faze her necessarily. The effect on her nose – and by definition her looks – that really annoyed her.

If there was a plus, it was that the experience took her back to a certain time in her life – one between being someone who suspected they were a Force user, and one who could access the dark side.

In that period, her life was confined to an effective prison – with only two points of contact, a droid and her master. Both inflicted pain. And she learned there the most valuable lesson of all – greater than the martial arts or the use of the Force.

No, the most important lesson was this…to use her rage to consume her enemy.

Jantar felt her rage flowing through her veins, pumping energy into every muscle. She felt so powerful that she believed she could accomplish anything. And more than anything else, she wanted this Jedi’s blood.

Her first act was simple enough – painful but none the less simple. She called on the Force and used to it fuel a kind of Force Jump. Her free hand pushed against the corridor’s floor and she catapulted her body backwards. She gave no thought as to what might happen to her arm. Maybe the Jedi would release it, in some act of self-preservation. Maybe he’d hold on tight and snap her bone. She was prepared for either eventuality. All that mattered was her desire to get him off her back – and then she’d make him pay.

 

[Ras Val'kor]

Objective: Retreat
Allies: [member="Taeli Raaf"] - TSE
Enemies: [member="Cedric Grayson"]

This was not his fight, not on this day. The body had been too badly damaged to be pushed any further, gaping wounds and injuries that should have made any mere man double over. Iprotis was impressed with this specimen, and only sought to strengthen his new skin. Evading the conflict between the Sith and Jedi, Iprotis proceeded to seek out evacuation. ​

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A thing to be spited, hated for its cowardice and audacity. The darkness inside of Ras Val'kor held no honor, no inkling of respectable quality. It was not even a true person - rather a cancer that feasted and thrived on negativity and sorrow. Its growth was unchecked, and it only desired to spread chaos among those hoping for peace.​

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Too little, too late.​

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A new cycle had begun.​

 

[Joycelyn Zambrano]

Location: The Behemoth
Allies: [member=Vaylin] [member="Blackblade Guard"] [member="Nyra Mazul"] [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] [member="Darth Rixas"] TSE
One Squadron of Blackblade Guards (12), One smokey lieutenant named Yaitzun.
Enemies: [member="The Slave"] [member="Judas Foster"] [member="Katya Shorn"] TRA
Stuff: Zaudraka, Jin'wodasir2, SIF-7 Minos, Imperator's Raiment, Scroll, Polearm.

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"Received. Making pursuit."

Joycelyn, Yaitzun, and her Blackblade squad proceeded down along the rails at a quickened, but cautious pace, focusing more on not letting anything slip by them than mere expedience. That changed as secondary confirmation came from another Blackblade unit, pinging the scene of transgression ahead.

"Squadron, converge on Engineering." "Defend at all costs." "Yes Captain"

Her group broke into a jog. Joycelyn's long strides and considerable strength made her push ahead of the others. These were not mere humans, but epicanthix; tall and strong. Only the fiercest made it through the rigorous training. Joycelyn had trained with them once, before her particular talents took her to further training as a Sith. Though, she would always be a soldier at heart.

KA-THUNG

They could hear it, and they could see the movement, followed by the flash and sound of the sonic detonators. Clearly the battle was already in full bloom. She could sense Vaylin's strength spiking in exertion and she could hear the groan of the metal. At last, Joycelyn and her group joined the rear of the congregation of Blackblades accompanying the High Lord and the Inquisitor. The vahlacanthix gave Yaitzun a look and a nod, all she needed to for the shadowy lieutenant to know that he should watch their rear, then she shouldered her way forward.

"Inquisitor, Highlord"

She shifted her grip on the shaft of her pike and brought a gauntleted fist to her chest in greeting, but her attention was on the crumbling door ahead of them. She mused over what may have driven them there. There were much better options, and these dark auras, it did not seem like the usual opponent.

"Do you know these people?"

She unsheathed the Minos from her belt, cocked it and kept her eyes ahead.

 

[Judas of Vahl]

Allies: [member="The Slave"], [member="Katya Shorn"]
Foes: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"], [member="Blackblade Guard"], [member="Vaylin"], [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"], [member="Darth Rixas"]
Idk: [member="Nyra Mazul"]

Nearly fifty souls awaited him on the other side of the door. Most were feeble creatures of mere bone and gristle, the others happened to be fate-touched just as he was. The ones destined to wage war with invisible hands. Despite the screeching of metal and building pressure against his body, Judas stubbornly held firm in the face of seemingly impossible odds. He'd managed to free a hand from its laborious work, bringing it down to the Betrayer for a little feeding session. Fifty versus one seemed a little overkill, didn't it?

Alchemized steel carved through flesh, down to the bone.

And he screamed.

As crimson spilled onto the bulkhead, an endless reservoir of strength spiraled into the very core of his being. Fatigued muscles were rejuvenated and a mindset was solidified. But more importantly, creation had taken place. In the matter of an instant, Judas shifted from cold and calculating to unbridled, raw rage. Behind him arose dark, shadowy figures clad in ethereal armor. Creeping, red eyes leered beneath tattered hoods as elongated fangs erupted from gaping maws. A dozen of them, each practically dripping malicious intent.

Judas slowly eased away from the door as its metal crumbled to the ground.

With a snarl, he charged through the breach without hesitation.

 

[Darth Empyrean]

The deed has been done.

Allies: [member="Judas Foster"] │ [member="Katya Shorn"]
Foes: [member="Fiolette Yvarro"] │ [member="Blackblade Guard"] │ @Vaylin │ [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] │ [member="Darth Rixas"]
Something: [member="Nyra Mazul"]

The Slave knew his time was borrowed, knowing not what stood on the other side of the door he left Judas holding. It was a weight he would have to bear, for together they knew what any sacrifices would be for. Moving quickly, The Slave utilized the emergency ladder to climb the two floors to the AI Core; undoing its latch and stepping out. What he stepped into was a heavily temperature controlled server room littered with massive towers with unending synthetic neurons and parallel motherboards all designed to create the idea of sentience.

In truth, the room was a maze in its own, though each section was vaguely familiar to The Slave as he moved through them; a small cooling gas flowing along the floor as he made his strides. It was disturbed by his steps, though with his cloak enabled he wasn’t visible at the moment to the electronic sensors or visual checks; though how long his battery would last was debateable. Each step however, brought him closer to the secondary ‘intuition’ core used for sub-critical thought, things that helped define problem solving and logic.

Grinning, The Slave quickly moved to undo the datapad he carried, offloading its information to a small datacard. Inserting it, he watched as the machine took its new processing in strides; something designed by not only the AXIOS’s original creators, but other AI’s utilizing the same core programming. Second after second, it would find and replace data blocks with new ‘relevant’ information, pushing and prodding into this datacore and that, even finding its way into soft reboots and backups; each command to fool the device into thinking it was doing what it was told by an approved higher up.

The Behemoth now had inside it, one more enemy. One more traitor for the chopping block, and its name was Aquila. The Slave grinned as he took out his datapad, setting forth a new series of commands that would play out in earnest as the three fought for their lives. All that was required now was survival; and they yet may walk away with the grand prize.

Speaking quickly, The Slave worded his new commands to the AI; letting each syllable hang on thin air before finding its place on the short range guttural radio waves;

“Aquila, vent the ship.”

And so it would be done.

 

[Fiolette Fortan]

[member="The Slave"] | [member="Judas Foster"]
[member="Blackblade Guard"] | [member="Vaylin"] | [member="Joycelyn Zambrano"] | [member="Darth Rixas"]

In the moments of ongoing fighting, the Behemoth's own Aquila was moved to betray it.

Unsuspecting crews were sucked out in a moments instance, however; the Supreme Admiral immediately initiated a manual override on the main bridge.

He then initiated and completed the AI's override, the Behemoth's internal systems went down. Commands rerouted to the bridge, and as the systems were brought back online everything had been reset to manual. All blastdoors, bulkheads and even guns would need to be done manually. Legionnaires throughout the ship with their mag-locked suits worked to ensure all systems were functional. Now more than ever those who had been sent to take the intruders would now have an opportunity to properly fight and capture these terrorists.