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Your white helmets look funny [Skirmish on Atrisia]

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
A War is under way with The Galactic Empire on Fondor
Less than a week went by with the Galaxy at peace.
A new group of Force users have attacked a system for power.
The Protectorate is weak.
Why should their people suffer?


Ship engines lurched out of hyperdrive bringing himself into a pleasant distance from the polluted surface of Inysh. A beautiful little planet that had seen what corrupted people would do for money. Once a world filled with rich minerals, now a polluted toilet bowl hovering like the old dump in the distance of the Galactic Empires prized home world. A nice thought that had to go. Time to do work. A few ships were supposed to be meeting him here or else they'd get left behind. The Galactic Ship scheduled to pass these coordinates was only a few minutes out and Racket had other plans for the ships use.
@[member="Kai Nariko"], @[member="Alachei Mnemenos"]
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
No Call. No Show.
Frack'em.
Breaking through the strong gravitational pull brought him hovering at a nice 300,000 feet from planet surface. Ship appeared on scanner. Right hand moved then hit the button above his pilot chair. Three items were shot from the shuttles discharge hatch into the cold vacuum of space instantly becoming out of site moving at insane speeds from being pulled into orbit on a collision course with the shuttle 2 minutes and 49 seconds away.​
Throttle down. Racket pushed his ship as hard as she'd go throwing him around the opposite horizon of the planet. His eyes burned from staring at the bright light in the distance from the rising sun. Didn't stop the critter. Throttle stayed slammed while he clutched his right arm rest to stay in his seat. The minutes went by with uncertainty before the ship on his scanner came back into view. HAnd now clutched his comm as he touched the frequency designated to said shuttle with Identification codes #558879363883 . Nothing came back through the static.​
Direct Hit
A fun little comm jammer had been within the scraps sent out. Nothing spoke louder than being on time. And Racket respected that in his toys. Bringing his ship in a wide arch his trajectory was set for head on collision with the ship. Throttle Down. Neither budged. Sweat touched his lips. Oh yeah. He'd Die For This!!! 20 Meters, 10 meters. The opposite ship banked hard loosing control and having to throttle down before entering the planets atmosphere any further. Bringing his cockpit in front of theirs a few seconds later allowed the opposite pilot to see RAcket's bare ass smeared on his windshield while he had his turrets set on the ship. Hands went into the air. Hatches and nastiness touched.​
Boarding the craft took a few seconds but soon Racket had the pilot and single other crew member tied up. Right hand held blaster in pilots mouth. Twitchy finger. "You're going to give me a quick run down of everything you're hauling, when is your scheduled landing time, and your specific identification codes to planet side. AnSWeR Me YoU FRACK JOB Or HIS HeAD TaSTeS FIrE!!!!!!" Batter up, mofo! HOME RUN!! The pig squealed even with the pilots head shaking furiously at the young kid. Little fleshy seemed to think it would get him home alive. NOPE! Blaster fire licked the pilot's mouth splattering flesh on the wall before the young guys head explode just like the other guys.​
"You FleshY's DiSGUST Me!!!" He kicked the limp bodies twice. Pulling hard all around the ship the fracking bodies took forever to slide. Then jam into waist hatch. Finally they were set. Running back to his own ship brought him infront of his toy. It was heavy but four antigravity bracers cargo movers from the EMpire cargo ship made life so much easier. Maneuvering of a few crates made his the last that would be found under a pile of other trade goods the ship was hauling.​
Finger twitched across the screen in the Empires cockpit calling upon mindless clean up droids to take care of his mess after he had shot the bodies into the nasty waist land of an atmosphere below. A punch of a button on his gauntlet released the comm jammer.​
"Come in #558879363883. Come in #558879363883. What is your status?"
"I hear you base. Had to jump out and do a hands on patch job on my starboard thrusters. Hit some dabree coming around Inysh. Permission to continue on route?"
"Granted. I'll send you your newly scheduled drop time."
Another click on his gauntlet turned his ships scanner cloaking devices on and locked up behind him. Thrusters full. Next Stop Atrisia.​
@[member="Cira"], @[member="HK-36"]​
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Planet came into view. Another quick convo then a slow throttle through the atmosphere had him pulling up to the landing pad only a mile from the Imperial Tower with little more than a 'Hi, how ya doin.' Hatch opened while people moved to and from ships on the landing pad. Three or four were waiting in front of his. Guy needed to know the shipment info. A holopad was handed in and checked off. "While you guys check this I got a cousin visiting from Fondor whose actually Atrisia planet side. Gonna go say hi." the guy was cool about the situation. A two hour window was opened for him. Slow walking steps brought the rodent towards the shuttle service. Hand in the air hailed the attention of a credit thirsty driver. Jumping in, "Public shuttles please. Need to hitch a ride back to... where it is that I come from." his voice actually sounding proper.​
Vehicle took off without question. Twisting and turning through some traffic a few times with mostly smooth sailing. Destination was reached in only a few minutes. Credits were tossed before a slamming of the door. Walking over to a private contractor pilot. "2000 credits for a jump to Inyish. No other questions asked." Short and sweet made everything simple. You pay double and things get done. Boarding took all but five minutes before she lurched forward into the open sky. Checking his gauntlet showed a smooth 1:45 on the timer. Not bad. Hitting atmosphere breach was like taking in a breath of fresh air. The seconds ticked down slowly. 30 went to 29 went to 28.... "Oh FrACk ThIS!!!" finger hit the button sending a red light on and gauntlet vibrating. Anti Matter bomb detonated. A shudder seemed to follow. A cig fit to his lips with the lick of a flame from a lighter in his right hand which he was flipping violently.​
DESTRUCTION of ATRISIA'S CAPITAL
Pilot's comm began sending reports of the horror. The voices sounded unsure of the truth behind the information. Patched channels screamed in, "Anti Gravity ssshhhhhh Millions shhhhhh Terroist Atta shhhhhh" His right tech gauntlet was now showing a live feed of the GAlaxy's news net from Coruscant. The fur on the back of his neck stood from excitement. 'LEtS sEe ThOSe FRaCKeRS THiNk WAr AgAIn!!!' Other hand went to his blaster. Step two. A new ship was soon to be added to his collection. Besides, Racket could make it back to his ship without any help from the alien beside him.​
@[member="Cira"], @[member="HK-36"], @[member="Sarge Potteiger"], @[member="Talia Al Ghul"]​
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
@[member="Racket"]
OOC/ Tagged the wrong faction, dude. We could probably get this whole thing declared non-canon, but instead, we'll roll with it.
IC/ A decent chunk of the city of Jar'Kai vanished as the antimatter bomb blew. Not all of it, not even most of it -- to wipe out a city would take a much bigger bomb than one could carry unobtrusively.

However, at this particular point in time, having recently sent out an invasion of the Fondor system, the Atrisian system was on a galactic-grade lockdown in case of counterattack. Interdiction fields dropped fething everywhere. Defense stations roared to life. Starfighter swarms began scanning every single fething ship that left Jar'Kai just before the bomb went off -- and whaddaya know, there were only a dozen or so still in system. With something like three thousand starfighters all over the Atrisian system, scanning those ships would take only minutes.

See, terrorism worked for the whole 'shock and awe' thing. But there was a reason most terrorist attacks involved suicide.

Survival probably wasn't an option.
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
The skies in front of his face looked clear thanks to the majority of Galactic's fleets invading Omega airspace at the moment. Hearing the invasion happening through his spliced internal comm links of OP brought him to action instantly. It was why his Lady Protectorate had clearly let him continue to have access. He bled Omega Pyre and he knew Cira knew it. The mission had cut into his vacation on the Mandolorian's couch but he didn't have many more days of tolerance from his Mando friend. She was ready to kill him ten times over. The leap from Mandalore space to Galactic's was a quick hop skip and a jump getting him there six to eight hours after the battles had begun.​

Dead guys heavy thick skull was oozing burnt flesh and bloody puss onto the ships controls but Racket had lost touch. Red flashing lights and sirens were shouting at him in the cockpit while voices in crazy languages of all sorts were continuously speaking through the different comm channels. Fingers were flipping switches while random screeches into the comm for a pre automated message for anyone hailing the vessel to hear of him agreeing to be boarded and checked for enemies of the state. A few clicks on the holoscreen behind the dead guy set a new course. He was deep in. Time to bust out. In front of his eyes through the ships wind shield he saw ships jumping out of hyperdrive and sitting dauntingly in the distance like floating toys hundreds of miles away but still big enough to see. Plus the multiple other Big ships that were surely somewhere. It was space. Something was always somewhere. Then again there was always so much distance between those things. Current reports from the battle field were still rolling in of happenings on OP comm links. Galactic ships couldn't have made it back in time. Maybe new Ally's. Frack it. A twitch hit his lips causing endless spasms. Plan was finished. Time for action. The ships autopilot jumped into hyperdrive while RAcket's little scurrying feet brought him into the ships cargo bay. Tops two minutes to Frack with. Hands grabbed and furiously threw on two jackets before a suit for being in space to work on the ship. A mask wrapped around his face while he checked the gauges. Enough to last him a few days. Rushing around grabbing whatever he could hold or be thrown was launched into what looked like a room. Head snapped towards robot on board. "HEy PREsS ThIs WHeN I yeLL!" Nuts seemed to hit his guts when he climbed in. Funny numbers rolled through his head. Last minute calculations. Had to be right. No time. Ship came out of hyperdrive for the scheduled stop that meant he was where he needed to be. "AAAaaAAAAaaaRRrRrRrRrrRrGgGGgghhhhHHHHH!!!!!"
Click
@[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member="Martin CZ Mk 2 007"], @[member="Break"], @[member="Rexus Drath"], @[member="Lekin'ed'omelan"], Hauf Xren,​
 

Break

System Reboot
Writer
You see what the little raccoon thing didn't know was that earlier Break had recently on his way back from meeting with one of his many contacts. The same old "You pay me enough, I kill person of interest. " routine he had been playing out since he had been active. The job had went according to plan: Target dead, credits due received. However when he returned to his ship an alarm had been set off. He had been notified of a terrorist attack on his current home planet. A bombing of the capital. Something Break was not all too fond of hearing. The HRD volunteered immediately to help with the search and destroy party that had formed nearly as fast as it takes to spark a lightsaber. The droid was pretty smart when it came to escaping planets undetected. He knew all the tricks in the book and it didn't take him long to narrow the search down one ship. To a ship HE would have used. Now it was down to WHO would be dumb enough to try and attack and which direction they were going. Thankfully that wouldn't matter. A blip on his screen showing message in small white text saying.

"S.O.S"

The attacker hadn't made sure to shut down communication on the ship and it had sealed their fate. Break would simply have to track the message and report it to the Fringe in the mean time he would set his ship to the coordinates of the message. Perhaps he would arrive in time to save the crew of the ship the scumbag had hijacked.

@[member="Racket"] @[member="Ashin Varanin"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
@[member="Racket"]'s ship never jumped to hyperspace. Interdictors had, it will be noted, already been deployed. So when the ship jumped straight into multiple grav wells, it went effectively nowhere.

Fighters converged on it in large numbers and began to attack, ion cannons only.
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DHE7VS7lyw​
The vacuum of space greeted his body the fire extinguisher in one hand and electro wrench in the other with still nothingness outside of the discharge hatch. Scraps of cargo flew around him. The only way to tell he was moving was the fact that things in the distant, such as the planet and HUGE BROKEN SHIP much closer than it should have been were changing position. The ship was supposed to be long gone. "AAaaaaAAaarRRtgGGGhhhhHhH WhAt ThE FrACk HYpErDRIvEEE!!!!!????"""" Fighters swarmed the area like pissed off little bees. Bright lights hit the unarmed ship without a captain. Metal, lights, DOOM. Scattering the pieces all over his little spot in space. The ships hyperdrive core exploded causing the pieces to expand faster and faster and faster and faster and faster. They were getting really close. "No no no no no no no no, AAaAARrrggGHhHhh!" Chunks of ship flew with him.​
Feet wrapped around extinguisher canister the size of his body. Right fist squeezed shooting him spinning across the black emptiness adding just enough speed for a chunk of debris that was catching up to push him through space towards the massive destroyed ship no more than five hundred feet in the distance.​
@[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member="Break"]​
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
@[member="Racket"]

The Rancor sat there watching. Waiting.

When Racket got 500 feet away, less than 200 metres, the four thousand metre station focused six of its twenty tractor beams on this particular bit of animate debris. That extinguisher trail had caught their attention. That, and the ship charging the defense station.

Wide-angle, heavily armored, capital-scale tractor beams snared him from several sides, pinning him in space with an eye to waiting until his air ran out. The Rancor's many, many hundred starfighters kept watch.

How did people expect to do this kind of thing and walk away?
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Debris and foam came to a stop all around him. The particles of discharge were becoming stuck in place. 'Frackers want to strand me huh?' Right hand still squeezed hard at the extinguisher only halfway empty. A devilish grin and sinister thought filling his eyes. Back still pinned to huge chunk of ship metal. White covered his body. More and more. A few seconds later the lack there of air around him was so thick no one could see in. It had become just a big blob of white floating out in space.
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
@[member="Racket"]

The tractor beamoperators continued to hold him there. The sensor operators continued to watch. Immense ion cannons focused on him and fired, intending to fry his suit and put him in a temporary coma.
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Anti fire matter surrounding his body bubbled at the exposure of ion beams. His suit held fast. Frozen substance surrounding him began to explode; hit after hit. "hHHAhAhHAHAhAhHAHAHAhAh" screeched throughout the assault while unimaginable pressure was sent through the focused attacks on his locations. Heart rate spiked above normal as every bone in his body seemingly snapped from angles unknown. Functions, unknown to Ashin Varanin, set in motion and acknowledged his vitals immediately. Racket would become the only being willing to die for the voices of those unheard. "fffFFFFRrrRrRrrAAAAaaAAcCcCCKkkKkkk yyYyOOuUuRRr WaRrr ssSSSssSSSSCcCcCcccuUuUummMmM!!!!!!!"

@[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member="Cira"], @[member="HK-36"], @[member="Break"], @[member="Noah Corek"]​
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
@[member="Racket"]

The ion cannon operators didn't much care. Their fire blew away the frozen extinguisher foam, shorted out Racket's space suit, and left the little terrorist floating there -- still pinioned by tractor beams.

The sensor operators continued to wait for him to run out of air and pass out.
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Lunges collapsed. Or mask had been hit. Neither mattered to the effects. Continuous ion cannon fire peppered his body; putting his fur's fire retardant qualities to the test. Rays of sun light licked across the back of the ship he was held before. Golden beams of warmth, refusing to touch him, silhouetted the half destroyed behemoth ship. Continuous flow of fire from the cannons converged on him. He had to give it to the Frackers. Their aim was pretty good.... EYes swelled as the choking in his throat turned into the inability to gasp for new air. Tears streamed down his face. Thoughts of times past rolled through his mind. Different people and places. None of it mattered. Leaving Omega and his comrades. Striking back for the people who had this happen every time a group invaded. A ticket may have punched for a better tomorrow. Ion fire hit the piece of metal behind his head causing the explosion to crack his skull. The pain instantly causing Black Out.
@[member="Ashin Varanin"], @[member="HK-36"], @[member="Cira"], @[member="Noah Corek"]
 

Ashin Varanin

Professional Enabler
Writer
@[member="Racket"]'s unconscious, immobile form was scooped up with smaller tractor beams and shoved into an armored cargo container. It got pressurized with air, but that was about it. Cargo container in custody, Atrisian ships leaped to hyperspace, to a deep space rendezvous point where Agent @[member="Cody Weadge"] would handle the interrogation.
 

Cody Weadge

Weadge, Cody Weadge
Character
@[member="Racket"] was not immediately taken before Cody when the ships arrived in an unremarkable system after a series of seemingly random jumps. Unremarkable, except for it not existing on any star map and for the presence of an Imperial Prison floating through the void. During the trip, powerful sleeping gasses had been pumped into the cargo container holding the prisoner. He would survive, but he would not be waking up until his captors decided to let him.

Once the cargo container was loaded onto the prison, the ships departed. Now no hyperspace capable ship remained in the system. Opening the cargo container, Imperials dressed only in suits dragged the limp form out and tied securely it to a durasteel chair with chains and binder cuffs. Of course the bindings were not completely secure (as nothing could be), the prisoner could still escape if he chewed off his arms and legs. A small sacrifice for freedom really.

When the Imperials were certain he was secured, one brought a hypo to his neck and shot a counter agent to the sleeping drug. Then they left the room, all except for a single older male dressed in the same suit as the rest. No rank, no acknowledgment of who he worked for. He sat behind a desk, with nothing visible to the prisoner though the man had a small screen displaying the prisoner's vitals. The man waited until the terrorist had awoken before speaking.

"You have committed a grave crime, and for that your death has been assured. We already have your records, but my superior likes doing things by the book. So I will ask three simple questions: who are you, who do you work for, and why did you do what you did? Answer them truthfully, and I'll make sure your death is far less painful than if you don't answer them."
 

Racket

Chew Toy
Character
Light passed through the cracking crust that had built up between his eyes lids. Everything seemed distorted. Not like he was actually looking though. Bones all over his body refused to be moved. Chains weighed on his his current state. Small touches of air hurt his ribs, chest, everything. Brain felt swollen and wrong.​
Stupid. Blah. Dumb. Blah. Why questions? Voice. If you DOn't Answer them.
Eyes closed. Nostrils licked as much air as they could. Lunges expanded to a point of great pain. He had a point to get across though. Air shot from his mouth with a glob of throat mucus at the point of the voice. "FrAcK YOu!!!!!!!! FRaCkNuTTaSTICLEr ScUm SUCkeR!!!!!!!! SUcK My LeFt HAiRY OnE!!!!!" body pain all over. Saliva flowed from his mouth while spit flew with every word in all directions. Foam began to form around his mouth. Arms and legs wrenched and kicked at the restraints.​
@[member="Cody Weadge"]​
 
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