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(6/18/07 4:26 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr"Such a vessel must have good ventilation." Hathoruodo turned to her, and raised an eyebrow, unsure of what she getting at. The Chiss Grand Admiral couldn't smell any fumes, but she slowly moved away from the ventilation system nonetheless. It never hurt to be wary.
"I'm here to make sure that the Empire remembers that numbers and military might all rely on one thing and that's the enemy playing fair." Obviously, she hoped to influence Hathoruodo in whatever way she could; but the Grand Admiral was unlikely to be intimidated. The young woman stepped over to the door, and revealed the incompetency of the security staff as she attached a large object to the door.
"A motion activated mine," she clarified. The light started to blink on it, and she stepped forwards. Hathoruodo moved back, and stood next to the communications and logistics panel, deactivating the hologram - she wasn't certain whether it would activate the mine, and wanted no risks.
"I want the Empire to withdraw their forces, I'm sure you can do that for me." The Chiss woman looked at her, quizzically, and then started to laugh a little. Shaking her head, she raised her left hand and then her right, into a sort of open arm shrug. She giggled again.
"Kiara, I don't know what's happened to you, but you've gone mad. I cannot withdraw my ships; as you know from our time together, my withdrawal at the battle of Naboo sparked a massive investigation that led to the formation of the IIB. There are several members aboard my ship now, and their duty is to protect against traitors. If I tried to withdraw, they'd shoot me. You know I'm not lying because you can smell it in the air."
She turned to the wall, and sighed. "This is madness. Abusing trust and honour in a vain attempt to get even the slightest advantage towards a group of cowardly and weak criminals. Can you not see how all they do is abuse the weak and the poor for their own advantage? Surely someone as moral as you can see how beneveolent the Empire is compared to them. I don't understand what you ever thought you could gain. Feel free to blow me up; you kill yourself, and I know that that's the last thing you're after, even if you've changed a lot since our time together."
The comlink bleeped, and Hathoruodo turned to press the button. "Grand Admiral Hat'ho'ruodo... This is Professor Mengol. I am afraid I must ask you to conclude your former marital partner's visit. Your presence is required at the bridge... I've taken advantage of my liberty to send Commissar Gryne along with the typical security detachment to see your visitor back to her ship."
Hathoruodo smirked, turned back to Kiara and grinned. "Commissar Gryne is a representative of the IIB. If she opens this doorway, the mine will kill you. That means that you have a very small amount of time in which to think and react. I'm not going to change anything, because I can't. If you hold a gun to my head, it won't make a difference. What on earth were you thinking?"
Re: Myrkr
The leader of the Imperial Crimson Guards ducked and weaved as blaster fire came towards him. Several shots deflected off his shoulder plates, and one caught his flesh in a join, sizzling flesh and sending a rippling line of pain down his arm. He ducked backwards again, and stepped back against the front doors of the garrison in which the darktrooper was kept, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he prepared to lunge a deadly blow with his Force-pike into one of the joints in the Mandalorian Armour of Lestrange himself.
The man charged at him, and Viktor prepared to dodge, if he could.
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(6/18/07 8:55 am) Reply
Re: MyrkrLorelai "Base" / Jungle
Heedless of his bloodied nose and aching ribs, Nathaniel ran through the spontaneous battlefield, dodging blasterfire and fists. He sprinted for the cover of the trees beyond the village without pause, eager to get away from the entire incident.
That did not go well... but at least I'm still alive...
Realizing that he wasn't being pursued, Nate slowed his pace as he entered the jungle. Once he was sure he was a safe distance away from the fighting and the Empire's likely trackers, he drew out the small medkit from his belt and tended to his injuries. His nose and face ached like he'd been smacked by more than a woman; he felt like a Hutt's tail had thwapped him good!
Swearing softly in Cheunh as he secured a bandage over the bridge of his nose and blotted away his blood, Nathaniel began considering what to do next. He hadn't heard much through the earpiece which made him think that the only actual fighting going on was back at the village/base.
Lucky me, to end up in the midst of the mess.
Tapping on his comlink, Nathaniel quietly worded a curiously coded phrase to the other criminals: "Boy Wonder advises to stay clear of the village. Imps have gone to ground and locals are acting like Tuskens. Boy Wonder's a little injured and seeking orders."
Sighing, he replaced the comlink to his belt and leaned back against a tree. In his mind's eye, he could see the High Inquisitor striking the schoolboy and taking his life. Just like that. Nathaniel had seen death before and had caused a few deaths in his young life. Never a child's though, and for all his bold words back at the schoolyard, the fact that it had been his defiance that caused the boy's death began to sink in.
He shuddered and wiped away tears of pain and exhaustion that threatened him, pushing the thoughts away.
Edited by: Nathaniel Alcine at: 6/18/07 8:57 am
Re: Myrkr
The Phase III Darktrooper of Falcon Ghent continued to pace his room, occasionally looking out as he heard explosions. He could feel faint vibrations in the floor, but it seemed that the tower was still standing, and even if it wasn't, he could not use his suit. As he heard a large explosion, nearby, as a Class C thermal detonator exploded in a Crimson Guard's hand (ripping apart most of the armour and leaving the man in a pool of blood), he looked out again to see Lestrange charging towards him.
The red suit of an Imperial Crimson Guard, perhaps their leader Viktor Mereel but more likely to be someone less important, flashed past the small ventilation hole, and the Darktrooper stood back as the giant man charged towards him. Hopefully he wasn't too big of a problem for the red-armoured guards, as one of them abandoned their group towards the tower, another lay in his own blood and the third was finding it difficult to inflict damage on the giant.
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(6/18/07 9:11 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Renze swooped through down low, almost brushing the tree tops with lower vertical wing of his V-19, the rangefinder for his concussion missiles ticked down steadily, all of a suddent there was a loud beep and Renze squeezed the trigger, two missile launched out of their respetive pods and seemed to hang for a millisecond before the thrusters kicked in and the shot forward on columns of smoke and flame. Pulling out of his dive Renze glanced back as far as his safety harness would allow and spotted two small explosions followed by a shockwave that flattened the trees for ten meters around the two burning AT-STs.
Renze turned towards the main ground engagement, having let off some steam in his fighter he figured it was time to take control of the struggle, these Imperials needed to understand scare tactics. Time to break out the suicide squad.
Watching as the gigantic axe swung low towards Viktor and the elite Imperial Crimson Guard dodged again, he knew that the battle there would be unswayed by external intervention. The shots that both Yarrik and Swarb were firing at the giant seemed to fail at slowing him down, even though they were getting several shots on-target at the open joints. He didn't know what to do, and so thought back to his training. Finish the objective, then think about extras. He would have to head back to the jamming signal and destroy it, and wonder about Viktor later.
Turning away from the battle as the massive frame started to charge at his leader, he decided not to prime his detonator until he was inside the building, and could make sure that it was left undisturbed. It was a major priority; but from the top of the tower he could also see what was happening throughout the outpost - and could pick-off any criminals in the vicinity with his excellent marksmanship. Hopefully he wouldn't be halted in action.
Re: Myrkr
The comms crackled and stealth team ones captain halted.
" Boy wonder?" The captain said into his comm.
" Report position and enemy numbers, over"
without waiting for a reply the captain continued.
" Do you require extraction, repeat, do you require extraction?"
The team wondered if this were a trap and quickly changed the powercells on their stealth armour.
Elsewhere the other teams had found little, the main Imperial landing force had not yet arrived.
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(6/18/07 12:12 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr"Extraction... negative," Nate replied, simply hoping to catch up with his sister and ensure she was okay. He hesitated, trying to remember what he'd seen in the schoolyard. "There are... there's a High Inquisitor, a bunch of Stormtroopers. A squadron? I don't know, sorry... all in the village North of the old outpost."
There. He'd done what he could, which - considering - wasn't much at all. Nathaniel sighed. He hoped Serrena was faring better than he was. Nate's head was killing him!
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(6/18/07 12:20 pm) Reply
Re: MyrkrLorelai Base, Myrkr
Tyriq began to take decisive shots meant to kill on impact, the people of this tiny village would understand that when this is over, and they allow certain ones to escape, that insubordination like this will not be tolerated. As he gave the single for several units to began sweep and clearing procedures in the surrounding buildings, he again locked and oncoming attack. He deflected several hits in which he kicked the man in the midsection and knocked him to the ground. Taking out his last side arm, he fired it into the brain cavity of the attacker. As he returned to the back of Hadara, he could feel the slight recoil from her sending rounds into the crowd that was being taken from all sides at the moment.
With his back now to the High Inquisitor, he watched her for a second slip off her dress, the experience broke his concentration for a second he realized she had a jump suite on. The two Air Cavalry approached much to Tyriq’s pleasure. The fighting for the most part was slowly coming under control as non-consecutive burst of rifle fire was heard, no doubt extermination squads. He sighed as the one drop ship hovered above head and four commandos dropped out in a stealthy formation, followed by four more as they helped with quail the rebellion.
The second of the craft’s landed off to the end of the street as nearly a dozen more commandos’s barged out to surrendering villages. The commando’s raised their weapons simultaneously and fired as they slaughtered them all watched them fall into a long pile of death. This area was now secured and for the small pockets of resistance, would be the forward operating area for special force’s units on the surface. Almost instantly, the began to break down buildings that where deemed ‘liable’ and sat up foundations for the mobile bases and defense the High Inquisitor had originally requested.
Standing a little easier now, he turned to Hadara as several commandos quickly feel inline behind him and waited further orders. “High Inquisitor, I have been sent here to protect you and follow all orders given by you and superior personnel." He looked like he was ready for battle with the ear piece in place his black armor setting off his entire look. As he looked over her to make sure she was not hurt in anyway, he then reached down and picked up his rifle and reloaded it, strapping it once more to his shoulder and across his chest.
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(6/18/07 12:53 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
As Hyllyard's defense net continued to firm up, a klaxon rang out. There was an explosion at the shield generator facility: numerous casualties, several fatalities, but the fate of the shield system was ultimately unknown.
"Renze - this is Arin. I need you to get somebody down to the tactical station and take over. There's too much going on, and our defenses might be compromised."
Arin would've taken it on herself, but she had other plans. A quick shuttle ride put her back on board the Tabbard, and within minutes the ship was spacebound. Defensive battles against the Empire only worked so well; the resources that the Empire could apply to a situation were monstrous. Whomever was commanding this assault had to learn that they were personally vulnerable.
The Venator began its slow arc into the sky. Destiny awaited, and it was time for heroes.
The automated realspace reentry countdown resonated through the bridge, the voice of this particular variant being robotic, yet possessing a tinge of humanity to give it a warm, lifelike characteristic. The officers at the bridge stood stalwart and unwavering as everything within the large warship seemed to momentarily lurch forward in the process of dropping out of hyperspace; it was nothing they weren't used to. Yes, the crew of IRS Verdict, flagship of the Empire's illustrious Third Fleet were hardened solid, having already encountered more conflict than most naval personnel did in a lifetime dedicated to military service... As was the case for their peers who manned the rest of the Third Fleet's complement of craft. Each and every man of the fleet had been hand selected by its commanding officer over time's course, and each and every man who had failed in the task of adhering to the fleet's rigorous standards of discipline and skill had been promptly "removed from service," or transferred to another fleet; punishments varied from case to case, depending on the severity of the infraction... And these practices had persisted in passing months, throughout the period in which the Third Fleet had been presumed destroyed.
At the head of the bridge stood a ghastly figure, statuesque in appearance, a living avatar of Imperial naval discipline; the backdrop of the planet and the conflict erupting in the space around it ahead in the forward viewport almost made the man appear to be the focal point of a painting. Captain Peregrin Ives approached from the rear, his arrogant, pipy voice filled with nothing but officiality as he spoke, despite the immense amounts of pride and anticipation which rang through his mind - Calm, dignified Imperial naval protocol which hearkened back to the age of the New Order was all which was ever tolerated within the Third Fleet, and this code of conduct could not be violated, even at a time so high in emotion, "We have arrived at Myrkr, High Admiral." The fact was obvious, needing no statement, but the official announcement was made all the same.
For the first time since the fleet had pulled into formation and departed for its destination, the figure at the head of the bridge stirred, those hands which had been folded neatly at the small of his back coming together, fingers steepled at his chin. His voice was calm and composed, yet possessed a cold edge, the sound of that thick, high-blooded Coruscanti accent which would be unmistakable to any who had ever heard it before disrupting the reverential silence which hung over the bridge, "Is my flagship ready, Captain Ives?" The question was presented with all formality which would have been expected, and the response matched it in kind, "The Verdict is fully at your command, High Admiral Pollard." And at the conclusion of those words, the threshold had been crossed... For the first time since its disappearance and supposed destruction following the deaths of Supreme Commander Disra and General Dorlas, the Third Fleet - and High Admiral Pollard - had returned to Imperial service.
In perfect symphony, the fleet of warships started forward, proceeding towards the battle. Fighters launched and assembled in spheres around their host capital ships, a trademark maneuver unique to Pollard which would most certainly confirm the unbelievable fact that he was as alive as he had ever been. It was with beaming delight that the High Admiral watched the procession on his tactical sensors manager, and it was then that he spotted the anomaly, and apparently, just at the moment that it was spotted by the sensors officer, who delivered his report, "High Admiral, Corellian Corvette at mark five-three-oh-nine." Pollard gave his orders with casual indifference, "Interdictors Harpax and Guillotine lock on gravity fields. Imperial-II class Star Destroyer Pride of Coruscant, hold the vessel in place with tractor beams and destroy unidentified target." He paused, adding an afterthought for the sake of amusing his crewmen, "How unfortunate for this outlaw scum to have been in the wrong place at the wrong time." He asked for no confirmation from the communications officer; it was not required by protocol, and he had seen the Lieutenant deliver the orders as they were spoken. Only one task remained...
The High Admiral's fingers deftly glided across the comm remote which he wore at his wrist, opening an open channel which would hail anyone possessing some form of communications equipment, "This is High Admiral Pollard of the Imperial Star Destroyer Verdict, hailing all within this sector. In the name of the Empire, I declare this planet to be under the mandate of Imperial law and the protection of Imperial forces. This insurgency has come to a conclusion. You will lower your shields, immediately shut down all military units, and prepare for orderly arrest of all participants of this rebellion which threatens the stability of law and order, and the safety of the citizens of Myrkr. Failure to comply will result in your destruction."
Specters of the past, the Empire's Third Fleet had risen from the dead.
Re: Myrkr
Kiara smiled a smile that told that there was perhaps a lot more going on besides her request for Hath to order the withdrawal of the Imperial fleet. She had not gone mad, far from it, she had always been shrewd and careful when it came to making plans and her plans were never set in stone. Flexibility was the key to her survival and the secret of her success as a bounty hunter, if something went awry she was not the one left standing in a moment of hesitation and simply reacted on instinct.
“Shhh, don’t worry, you’re not going to get shot and neither of us is going to be blown up.” Kiara assured the Chiss woman as she sat across from her and crossed her legs.
"Grand Admiral Hat'ho'ruodo... This is Professor Mengol. I am afraid I must ask you to conclude your former marital partner's visit. Your presence is required at the bridge... I've taken advantage of my liberty to send Commissar Gryne along with the typical security detachment to see your visitor back to her ship."
The teenager sat there seemingly unconcerned by this development, her leg dangling and moving back and forth absently as she waited. She sat there silently for a couple of minutes before her keen hearing caught the sound of people arriving outside the door, then came the muffled sound of voices and then the not so muffled sound of blaster fire.
“Excellent ventilation.” She remarked as the faint thud of bodies hitting the floor could be heard.
It was several moments later that Kiara finally moved from her seat, she did not approach the rigged door but simply strolled around the room before activating a small holoemitter on her wrist (Which given that it was an emitter emitted its own signal and did not tap into the Imperial communication system fyi, please follow supplied link for further clarification on emitters and their uses). Her image was projected throughout the vessel and all those who had been inhaling her potent fragrance, all those whose heart rates had increased rapidly, whose breath had become short and whose levels of arousal had shot through the roof would finally see their goddess.
“Take the ship, detain Professor Mengol” She ordered simply and cut the communication.
“I was thinking that I’d see whether or not you’d still do anything for me, it was worth a try and would have been much less messy than this way.” She smiled.
Edited by: Kiara Midnight at: 6/19/07 9:22 am
Re: Myrkr
Everything seemed to be going according to plan. The colony that he was supposed to destroy offered little resistance, not that it could against the superior firepower and numbers that the Imperial Navy offered. The single escort carrier had made its jump successfully, and was now helping the Grand Admiral with whatever she might need fighters for. Aurulius plotted the planet would fall to the Empire. To go with the plan or not.
The decision was soley his, now, as for if he thought that he should reinforce the Grand Admiral's fleet. That would be a good idea if he didn't think her fleet alone could handle the Underground. But the Grand Admiral was not known for losing. Then there was the other option, and that was going forward with the plan. His minor role would be a success, most likely, though it wasn't much of a chance for glory. The Commodore weighed the options in his mind, trying to figure out just what he could do.
Right as he was about to come up with a decision, that was when his sensors detected another fleet. The ships, they were Imperial, they were the Third Fleet. At least that was how Aurulius remembered those ships. And the person that was in charge of the Third Fleet, it was Drake Pollard the last time the Commodore had checked. But it couldn't be, now, he had heard that Drake had killed himself.
That made it even more of a shock as he heard the message that was being sent. It was Drake, who was apparently a High Admiral now. Fortunes had been good for him, it seemed. His decision was now made. Aurulius would order his fleet to link with the Grand Admiral's. They would quickly take out the enemy fleet. After that was done, the outlaw scum would meet its end. The entire fleet turned, making coordinates for where the main section of the fleet.
Re: Myrkr
Lestrange came hurtling toward Viktor, body flailing about. The man's frame spun about with the axe, never staying in on spot long. Sheer force and power drove through and toward the crimson guard.
The axe cut through the air as if sleeked by oil. Hit or miss, the axe continued to move. Lestrange would use the momentum of the previous hit or miss to swing it back around for another slash or a bash. With his tough as nails stamina and fortified armor, the beast could only be slowed down.
Re: Myrkr
Viktor saw the axe slide through the air with remarkable momentum. The inertia would have torn him in two if he hadn't ducked aside, and the axe sliced through a small section of the wall, not doing enough to destroy it but carving an arc for about a meter down it, and about half a meter into it. The Imperial Guard tried to move away from the second attack, as Lestrange used the momentum to attack horizontally, and as Viktor stumbled backwards, the blade came inches from his helmet.
The Imperial Guard leader rolled aside of another attack and rose, standing firm and raising his Force-pike in both hands, attempting to block one attack well enough to displace the giant.
Meanwhile, without Viktor noticing, his Crimson protegé was stepping into the tower, looking for a place to put explosives and attempting to find a good snipering position. General Mereel hoped that he would succeed; at least in destroying the jamming signal. Perhaps, then, Viktor would have some good help at hand.
Re: Myrkr
Falcon Ghent, the Imperial Darktrooper, heard the slice through the wall, and stepped towards it. The giant had avoided cascading into the wall and damaging it, but had left a small gash. The Darktrooper tapped on the wall, again, and had found his weak-spot. The wall wasn't good enough to charge down, but a well-placed rocket would break the wall open. He only hoped that someone would unjam his control sequences soon.
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Lestrange wound up for a powerful strike, letting out a roar. The veins along his muscles were standing out of his skin and sweat dripped down from his body in the humid environment. The man appeared more of an armored beast than a human warrior.
Suddenly, he shot forward and dove to takle Viktor, the wind up having been a feint. The brute flew toward the crimson guard with the speed of a vornskr on crack and the strength of several wookiees.
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(6/19/07 2:23 pm) Reply
Re: MyrkrHyllyard City
After the initial building stages where complete in the construction of the mobile bases, Tyriq began to coordinate with commando teams throughout this sector of the planet. The center wasn’t fully operationally as of yet, but it would have to do until more supplies and better engineering teams arrived. Inside one of the bases that was set up as a forward Special Forces command, Tyriq stood around a table with other unit commanders as they waited for their brief to begin. Calrissian talked quietly to the commander standing next to him about what had happen when his forces tried to take the village they where currently in.
A small smirk came across his face as he wondered why there where no people anywhere out here when he arrived. Not completely sure who would be delivering this intel brief, Tyriq looked over the situation map which was set before them. It depicted a play-by-play scheme of where the bulk of imperial forces where, where they where experiencing the most resistance, and what they had to work with. So far, no major ground campaigns where altered due to increased activity from outlaws. What need to happen soon, was a set plan to the immediate take over of the hotspots to crush the resistance.
As they waited for the next high ranking commander to come in and start issuing orders, Tyriq looked over his weapon, the others watched for a second as the pressure lock on the entrance of the room released. In walks the current Special Forces Commander, he has a look of disgust on his face which meant everyone in this room was about to get their butts chewed. Walking to the center control console as he went right into his brief, which after a few buttons, displayed the main entrance of capital city of Myrkr which Hyllyard City. Tyriq grimaced at the city, he hated working in urban terrain.
“This is simple people.” The rather large Lieutenant Colonel the pointed to the new battle “no man’s land.” That former in the mouth of the city.
“This comes straight down from high command, the Hyllyard City Militia is putting up a stiff resistance to our forces here.” The image zoomed in on a gate that was close to 60 yards in length. Directly outside of it, several tanks and artillery columns could been seen.
“Where in the heck did a city militia get the resources to invest in these types of weapons?”
“The Republic.” Tyriq said quickly as he stared at the tanks and watched the formations, these people had received some sort of training from a well disciplined force, and it wasn’t the Empire.
“Regardless of that fact, two teams have been assigned to help the 37th Mechanized Battalion and the 12th Light Armored Division and the 19th Heavy Infantry Battalion to help take the gate and move our forces into the city. The rest of you will be reporting to Colonel Hines command and helping with his campaign to clear the forest of the guerrillas that are currently helping the Outlaws.”
The officers stood fast as they waited to hear who would go where.
“Lieutenant Calrissian, Lieutenant Kishima…the two of you will be taking part in the campaign for the city. The rest of you...get to your transports and report to the Colonel.” The other team leaders left as Tyriq and Nao looked at each other and smiled. This was going to be fun filled day of mayhem and destruction.
OOC: It’s Location G for those who are interested. Map in OOC thread.
Re: Myrkr
Viktor moved to face his back against the garrison once more, and looked up as the strange man roared again. A piercing shot from the blaster of his lieutenant - who had finally made it up to the top of the jamming signal tower - scorched the flesh of the man's shoulder but he didn't seem to notice. Lestrange, veins accenuated by the stress that his muscles were going through, charged towards him, and attempted to tackle him.
With the lightning reflexes that he had been training to gain for three decades, Viktor jumped - but the giant got a heavy arm to him and knocked him aside as the heavy brute collided with the side of the garrison. Viktor managed to turn his flight into a dive and hit the ground in a roll as the ground shook from the collision, managing to pick himself up with pain rippling through his shoulders.
But it was not time to struggle with that. As his lieutenant fled from the tower, Viktor knew that they would shortly be having darktrooper company - and he needed to make sure he could pass on the device that Professor Mengol had given him...
Re: Myrkr
Commissar Gryne held her blaster rifle firmly against her breastplate, almost as firmly as she held her back against the wall behind her; eyes darting quickly about from within that mechanized shell, tracing the path of smoldering black scorches which tainted the normally pristine white corridor. With her physical capabilities enhanced by the cybernetic technology which grafted her body as one with her armor, the Commissar made for a much more capable fighter than the small security detail which had accompanied her to the Grand Admiral's quarters. The result of her companions' incompetence lie sprawled out before her in the form of four uniformed corpses scattered about in the adjacent hallway, victims of the enemy which stood just around the corner... The enemy which was identical in appearance to Sergeant Juiseb Lyrn, the sole survivor of the opposing force, as was she for her own taskforce. It made little sense, but a Commissar never made any mistake in identifying soldiers at his or her assigned station, and Juiseb Lyrn wasn't the only Imperial amongst the hostiles - They had all been a part of the Shockwave's standard complement of personnel. Something was out of place, indeed...
Moments later, at the bridge...
"Yes, Commissar, we received the transmission... Interesting, don't you think?" The Professor cackled bemusedly, knocking his glasses to a more comfortable fit on the bridge of his nose with a careless flick of his wrist. Captain Frieda standing beside him, however, was clearly not so easily amused; his voice tight with agitation, he glanced aside to the Professor, the tone in his voice clearly suggesting that he was not in the mood for Mengol's mind games, "Well? What do you make of it, Professor?" Mengol's lips curled into a delighted smile as he glanced aside to the Captain, his tone mocking as he wagged his finger in an almost childish gesture of reprimand, "Now, now, Captain... I'd have thought you to have had the foresight to investigate the background of an unexpected criminal guest aboard your vessel... Our esteemed emissary is something of a genetic mutant, as it were, no doubt crafted by someone with too much deprivation of sexuality in his or her life..." The Professor paused and cackled once more before continuing in his elaboration, "What you have observed, Captain, is the effect of potent pheromone secretions upon your obviously poorly trained security team. Interestingly enough, as you can see in the cases of both Sergeant Lyrn and Commander Bergne, the woman can secrete both male and female pheromones..." Yet again, Mengol paused, tapping at his chin thoughtfully, "Oh, I nearly forgot to explain - Pheromones are sexual stimulants produced naturally by the body... Though not nearly in such great amounts. I suspect that this puts immense strain on her body... She'll likely die at a very young age, due to the strain placed on her heart. But no matter. In any case, pheromones at such concentrated levels in close proximity gave the woman a psychological control of sorts over your security team."
The Captain glanced aside with a raised brow to the two officers which stood huddled at the communications console with the Professor, each returning the questioning glance with one of their own. "Is there any way to stop this contr-" Frieda was interrupted midsentence by the junior officer at the console, "Sir, two further reports of mutiny on level three, sector C. Med-units also report that some of the personnel on level three, also in sector C, are behaving strangely, caught in what appears to be a daze." The Captain's lips thinned in displeasure, though before he could speak, the Professor elaborated on the matter with careless indifference, "There is no need to be concerned, Captain. Only communications officers at consoles equipped with holoprojectors will have received their set of instructions - these are your two reported cases of mutiny - and any others whose mental constitutions are too weak for resistance to this influence will be under the daze described by your medical teams. Fortunately for you, pheromones travel through the air, and are sensed by receptors in the olfactory system. Your vessels are designed to lockdown in case of chemical and biological hazards, yes..?"
While not the most prudent of naval officers, the Captain was certainly not a fool; as soon as the less-than-stable scientist's explanation was given, the orders were barked out succinctly over the comm. "Lockdown ventilation and seal blast doors: L3, SC. Medical teams, dispense what equipment you have on-hand for sealing the nostrils. All able-bodied crewmen are to standby until the lockdown has concluded. All computer terminals are being powered down; personnel are instructed to accept no communications unless they root at the bridge on emergency encrypted channels until further notice. Commissar Gryne, eliminate mutineers." The Captain closed the channel, hesitating as he moved away from the console, mulling over the option of contacting the Grand Admiral or not. He stood silently for a moment, finally concluding that it was best he refrain from doing so, all facts considered. The Grand Admiral could just as likely be under the influence of these pheromones at the moment, and so her orders could not be trusted... He only hoped she would understand his course of action - Purposely avoiding communication with the commanding officer of an assault certainly didn't fall into line with Imperial naval protocol...
Of course, he did have Mengol who would explain his reasoning behind this course of action... Despite the scientist's clear signs of madness, he knew of none who would contest the logic of the unstable genius.
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(6/20/07 3:04 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr"I was thinking that I’d see whether or not you’d still do anything for me, it was worth a try and would have been much less messy than this way." Kiara smiled, and Hathoruodo smiled back. She didn't answer for a few seconds, until there was the sound of blaster-fire outside and several thuds.
Another few seconds passed, and an orange alarm started flashing in the corner of the room. The security doors on Hathoruodo's private quarters slammed shut, to the Grand Admiral's amusement, and the Chiss took the opportunity to take a blaster from a holster on her hip and point it at her ex-wife.
"You really are a fool, aren't you. Firstly, the security chiefs and I have been innoculated against your toxins - as I discovered before, they are highly powerful; but the drug that Professor Mengol discovered was simply too expensive to give to the crew. Secondly, and obviously, the air system onboard the Shockwave is cut into 16 different zones, and each zone has a further four parts that can be locked down in case of problems. That alarm signifies that our zone is locked down. I cannot override IIB's security lock. I cannot open the door, or pass on any messages."
She shook her head and walked over to the viewscreen, looking out at the battle raging as several - actually, quite a few, Imperial ships came out of hyperspace. "Because of your interference, I have a sadistic madman controlling my ship. Because of your interference, I have many dead troops lying around my vessel. Because of your interference, I have an entire Imperial fleet out there that I know nothing about! And not only that, but the person now commanding my fleet will not hesitate to eliminate every last member of the Galactic Underworld, whilst I would have been merciful. All you have caused here is death. And so, in turn, will I."
Priming her blaster, she pointed it at Kiara's head, stepping back to make sure that the woman couldn't pounce as she switched from stun to standard.
Re: Myrkr
Renze listened calmly as Pollard's transmission boomed through the bridge speakers,
"not much of a public speaker is he?" Renze asked his crew rhetorically, then he had a thought, with the arrival of a third fleet the battle wasn't looking good for the outlaws, but it was looking slightly better for Renze himself, "open a channel to the source of that transmission," he ordered, the comms officer typed furiously for a few seconds and nodded over his shoulder to confirm the signal was up, Renze nodded back and spoke into his mic, "this is Renze 112 Strain, leader of the Scarlett Vendetta mercenary army, please respond."
Until the 'high' Admiral responded there was little Renze could do but continue the fight, he ordered the Crimson Badger to begin sustained fire on enemy vehicles, the Nebulon B, Archer to return to orbit and take up position on his Acclamators flank, if his idea went south then this fight was going to get messy.
Re: Myrkr
"So many great minds of the past, genius' ahead of their time, ridiculed as fools or heretics." She mused outloud but softly enough that she could almost have been speaking to herself.
Her violet eyes seemed to become distant, her mind elsewhere as she sensed the changes happeneing around the Imperial vessel, the halting of the air flow from the ventilation system and the change of pressure as blast doors slid into place.
"Sealed like a tomb, and likely to become one. Sixty four different zones cut off from each other with no air flow, replenishment or indeed filtration, not quite the best tactical manouver I've ever seen I must admit."
Kiara's far away look disappeared and she turned to face Hath, the Chiss woman had levelled a blaster at her but the young bounty hunter didn't seem entirely too distressed by it, in fact nothing that had happened thus far had caused her to be even slightly worried, one might wonder if everything that happened had been expected and even planned for by her.
"Going to shoot me Hath?" She enquired. "That's no way to get a divorce settlement." Her tone now reproachful. "Besides, I did not bring this war to Myrkr so do not accuse me of being the one to bring death, you bring death here simply so that you can bring even more death to your real enemies, look to yourself before calling others sadistic and madmen."
Elsewhere within the Imperial vessel, the security team that had escorted her to Hath's quarters had already deposited her weapons into the armoury, they had all been carefully rigged to slowly overload and explode. There was an initial flash of light and then a rapidly expanding shockwave. The armoury quickly turned into a massive fireball constrained in its growth by the blast door and the ships hull and within moments both gave out, debris and air suddenly vented out into space as a small part of the deck where the security room and armoury were located ruptured.
'That should keep people busy.' She thought to herself as she felt the faint tremmors of the explosion, the sixty four zones that had been sealed off and had their ventilation shut down were now having the air sucked from them by the hull breach.
"Still going to shoot me are you going to take the chance that they'll fix the hull breach before it sucks too much of the already limited air we have left, you'd be foolish if you thought I didn't have a safe route out of here."
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Re: Myrkr
ooc: Renze, he's not "high". He's a High Admiral. ;)
ic: "So many great minds of the past, genius' ahead of their time, ridiculed as fools or heretics."
Hathoruodo looked at her, raised an eyebrow and spoke softly to herself, "most of them were." True enough; most of the people that had discovered inventions were madmen. Professor Mengol was himself evidence of that; and the person that invented the hyperdrive was apparently following instructions of a dream, and later went mad and killed himself. According to legend.
"Sealed like a tomb, and likely to become one. Sixty four different zones cut off from each other with no air flow, replenishment or indeed filtration, not quite the best tactical manouver I've ever seen I must admit."
Again Hathoruodo looked at her with a single raised eyebrow. "There is a system for air flow, but replenishment and regenerative systems are in place for each one. Air is recycled, and if one breaks we open it up to another zone. There is no problem. A tomb it may be."
The conversation continued, Hathoruodo wondering why she wasn't concerned about death, considering it was facing her. She could toughen her skin to a virtual armour, but the blaster Hathoruodo was holding could shoot through most defences - and her skin couldn't even harden to the extent of stormtrooper armour, from what the Grand Admiral remembered. "Besides, I did not bring this war to Myrkr so do not accuse me of being the one to bring death, you bring death here simply so that you can bring even more death to your real enemies, look to yourself before calling others sadistic and madmen."
Chuckling, she spoke softly. "I did not come here to kill. Criminals flee at the sign of terror, and I came here to take a step towards destroying the tyrannical Jedi Order. They claim to be guardians of light and yet crush all 'mortals' beneath their feet. Myrkr is a necessary stage of the fight. There needed no killing. And, of course, I brought a fleet that should have caused no fighting. I have enough ships here to make your army surrender in seconds. Foolishly they fight, but their deaths are not on my hands. I would let them escape."
There was an explosion nearby, rippling through the decks, that sounded like it was bordering their zone and another. So, another zone would be quarantined - and the two sets of people would die from the vacuum. Hathoruodo's compartment had already sealed itself off from the main ventilation system, so the vacuum would do her no harm; but no doubt more would have died. And Kiara's men were running out of resources. Not to mention that the quarantined jamming system would disrupt any technology that she would try to use; she couldn't give them any more orders.
"Still going to shoot me are you going to take the chance that they'll fix the hull breach before it sucks too much of the already limited air we have left, you'd be foolish if you thought I didn't have a safe route out of here." Hathoruodo smirked and shrugged, gesturing to the walls whilst keeping her blaster trained on her ex-wife.
"Yes, I am. I have enough air here to last for an hour or two, by which time they'll have won the battle and got a Crimson Guard team here. My Crimsons have been innoculated, as I have, and a droid army will control you. You aren't invincible." She paused. "And you can't have a safe route. Unless you plan on holding your breath for a while and jumping out of the transparasteel window and float down to the planet, there's no way of doing it. Anyone that has been in contact with you has been quarantined. You have no men left. Whether I die as well as you is simply a matter of time. Your death will leave me with a final, but slight, pleasure."
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