Imperial Adept
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(6/26/07 12:32 pm) Reply
Re: Mynock farmingThe Gates of Hyllyard City Now moving deeper into the forest....
It was starting to get darker, the adrenaline of the first few hours of battle was beginning to wear off of the ground forces, as new troopers flowed in from the lifts, Tyriq and his team where enroute to the forward Command base. He was still upset of the use of force the Empire had displayed so far. This entire invasion would have gone a lot quicker if the use of heavier force was applied. The transport dropped low as troopers patrolled the area. Exited the craft this time from the rear, things around this side of the battle field seemed to be claming as the brunt of the Imperial forces began their solid push towards gates of the city. Tyriq took off his helmet as he tucked it under his arm and entered the building. Things still seem to be just as hectic around this forward command as he walked in and his way towards the security clearance area.
The doors opened reveling on two other people inside the room. The Colonel he had met earlier, and a Brigadier who looked to be Imperial Intelligence. Tyriq walked in making sure the door closed behind him. He locked eyes with the rather tall flag officer as he was invited to take a seat. “Lieutenant, this is Brigadier Faulk, his is the Director of Imperial Intelligence for the Third Imperial Fleet." Tyriq looked once more at the officer and said.
“Sir.”
“Lieutenant.” The deep voice of the officer responded as He reached into the carrying case he had with him and pulled out a holodisk. Calrissian took it and walked over towards a display table and placed it in side. Soon coming to his left and right was the Colonel and General. Pictures then quickly scattered across the display of guerrilla attacks currently going on inside of the Imperial controlled area.
“Her name is Sevke Orbs, she is currently at the top of the Organized Movement for Freedom or OMF. Their forces surfaced a little after the invasion began..” the General said as he pulled up various things this woman and her commandos where able to do in such a short amount of time. “…we have been tracking her since we learned of her abilities, but keep loosing track of her once she disappears into the darkness. We believe she is being back by Republican forces and is their contact on the surface.” The Images all disappeared as one remained. Tyriq took a closer step as he watched more closely the image of the women.
The Colonel then spoke. “You have one more mission Calrissian before we send you and you team to the gates for the assault. Find this woman, bring her back here dead or alive.” Tyriq looked at his commander and asked. “Is that all?” The two senior officers looked at each other and the nodded as he turned and head towards the exit. "Wait…repeated the Colonel, you don’t even know where to start looking!”“Yes I do.” Tyriq responded back as the doors closed behind him. The General stepped along side the colonel as asked as he continued to stare at the closed door. “Is he going to be able to do this?” The Colonel sighed as he shook his head. “Yeah…he’ll do it.” Heading outside, Tyriq singled his men to mount back into the ship. They quickly acknowledge as he talked to the pilots before they moved into position. He himself then followed the last of his men as the engines started up and the rear hatch began to close. Lifting up above the command center, the ship blasted off towards the opposite direction of the city. Their where rumored to be ancient temples of some sort their, but nothing worth looking into. Tyriq wonders who said that they where nothing to look into, yes he had a hunch that a direct confrontation with this women was set to happen very soon.
Admiral Blue
TGE Adept Blue Beauty
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(6/26/07 12:39 pm) Reply
Re: Mynock farming
Drake Pollard
High Admiral Drake Pollard looked at the screen before him, upset but unshowing by the Grand Admiral's untimely demise, if demise it was. It certainly didn't look good, by any stretch of the imagination. A ten-kilometer, five-deck deep scratch was emblazoned across the port-side of the Executor-class Super Star Destroyer - including through the middle of the Grand Admiral's personal quarters, if the data that Drake's computer had wasn't out of date. The bridge seemed to be intact, but the starfighters had become less and less coordinated by the minute and the High Admiral had increasing doubts, especially with an explosion coming from within and a jamming signal being broadcast over the area. High Admiral Pollard's communications chief had attempted to hail the ship, only to get static in response. The outlook wasn't good, and half of the ship's weaponry, not to mention the shields, were gone.
If she survived, there were an exceptionally large amount of people on that Super Star Destroyer that were less fortunate. Probably a quarter to a third of all staff had been killed. Life support in the rest of the ship worked, engines, starboard batteries and the bridge controls, so the ship could easily make its way out of the system if necessary. And necessary it could be if anyone else attacked it to the same extent as before. The communications officer signalled him, and he turned casually to the side, acknowledging him as a hologram of an Imperial officer appeared just in front of the High Admiral. "High Admiral Pollard, I am a representative of High Admiral Aurulius. He wishes you to know the extent to which Grand Admiral Hathoruodo's Super Star Destroyer has been damaged and requests orders. You are now the commanding officer in the Myrkr star system. A data stream accompanies this message. Lieutenant Braxis out."
The High Admiral turned to the side and, as nonchalantly as he was able to, flicked the communications switch, speaking softly as he thought ahead to the rest of the battle. "This is High Admiral Pollard speaking to High Admiral Aurulius. Recall a third of your TIE Interceptors and launch all ground vehicles and troops. My sensors show that we have a working Crystal Gravfield Trap in the vicinity, but they do not have one on the ground. That will be the more difficult battle." He paused. "There is a fleet here under the control of Kane E Smart. He is presenting great difficulties for the Imperial fleet. Assist where you feel able to." As he spoke, he saw a flash ahead as the Imperial Interdictor fired a full barrage on the unfortunate Banking Clan cruiser trapped alone beside it, finishing it and sending large amounts of shrapnel over the vicinity.
"Respond in deed of hand, not by deed of tongue. High Admiral Pollard out." The High Admiral saw a small group of cloaked vehicles launch from Kane's fleet, heading for the ground as it moved towards him, still very far away but gaining momentum. Do these critters not have any imagination? "Fire long-range weaponry at the north face of enemy vessels. Launch all TIE Bombers to make strafing runs along the north side." As he spoke, Renze's vessels started to accelerate away from him. Attempting to remove themselves from his interdiction field, they were already halfway towards full speed. Luckily for the High Admiral's fleet, however, was the fact that Lancer and Carrick-class cruisers, as well as Imperial Interdictors and Victory-class Star Destroyers, could match the speed.
"Interdictor Harpax, accelerate to full speed. Keep Renze's fleet within the interdiction field. All Carrick-class cruisers and Victory-class Star Destroyers follow suit." That would leave the IRS Pride of Coruscant free from interdiction and able to aid wherever necessary without much difficulty. The IRS Verdict, the other Star Destroyers and Lancer frigates would have to survive on their own for now.
Re: Mynock farming
Renze's comms officer turned and waved to get Renze's attention, moving over to the mans station Renze read the message displayed there, so Drake wanted a contract, very well, Renze would see what was on offer,
TGU Adept
Te Ori Mando'ad
Brutality made flesh
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(6/26/07 3:24 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr~Five minutes ago~
"Pack it in, lads! We need to fall back to the Bouncer!"
The Mando'ad warrior, turned Field Marshal was not at all pleased with the sudden retreat but the situation in orbit was deteriorating with a speed of a Jawa on fire. The situation on the ground was far from much better as the Imperial juggernaut continued to advance toward them. After getting a quick ride back to the city with his group's wounded to ensure they got the care they needed, Savin was notified that he was to take command of the ground defense force left by Renze.
He was starting to wonder what he had gotten himself into when He agreed to be his second in his newly formed army. It was soon that the Mando'ad found that he was a certain knack for leading men to war. Perhaps, another calling missed? Who's to say?
After a a few heated skirmishes the Imperials pulled back to gather their forces for their big offencive after the bulk of their heavy armor showed up.
Savin was certain that the hardened defenders would have been fine if troops and scout walkers where all he had to deal with, but the sighting of AT-ATs on the horizon and the distinct -lack- of close air support swiftly turned this from a longshot into a 'Glory run'.
Not the best way to spend the afternoon.
:::I shoulda' stayed in shabla bed...:::
"Pilot!" Yelled he to a man that was getting his helmet on as he ran toward a grounded LAAT/s. "I need you to head to Mark two three two by Mark seven double niner and pick up Seade and her crew. They're going to need extraction Before the hammer falls. -GO!-" The pilot turned with a nod and wasted little time in making his way to his ship with the last orders Savin would give him before he made best speed for orbit. The warrior had no time to ponder the welfare of his employer and her small detachment before his comm crackled to life.
"Crimson!"
Even if he didn't recognize the young man's voice, he would have known that it had to be one of 'his'. Only the people in his recon training group had started to call him by his callsign. "Go ahead."
"You said you wanted to be notified of any transmissions coming from 5-C, right?"
"Ya.."5-C. Cobalt's freq. She must have news. Probably bad. Savin braced himself for the worst even though he was glad to be able to hear her voice again. It was soothing in a way to know that there was someone on the other end of the comm that sounded like she knew what the shab she was doing. Soldiers take a special solace in a teammate's competency's.
"Well that's just it. I got nothing."
Savin's grey eyes narrow as he was already reaching for his helmet. "What the shab do you mean?"
"I get no response when I ping her. I'm not even getting static. It's like she's not even th-"
"Jammed..She being jammed. They found her." Savin cursed bitterly under his breath as he slipped his helmet on, already making his way toward a map. If she had only left when she had the chance. Silly little di'kut was going to get killed or -worse- and there was little Savin could do until he figured out where she was on this stinking salad of a world. If only he had been able to get her po-
His thought was interrupted as the sky darkened for the briefest of moments as a squadron of Firesprays flew overhead, heading north by his reckoning.
"Fire-3, you still with me, burc'ya?" Silence. "Fire-3, come in." Silence. The warrior narrowed his eyes and memorized the direction the where headed before he reopened his comm.
"Rik, get yourself and the rest of the bunch in the next transport and fall back. I'll link up with you when I can." The crimson-clad Mando'ad was already mounting a speeder bike as he finished his sentence. He didn't even get any static from the Firesprays. They had entered the zone that the Imperials where jamming. That -had- to be where she was.
"Wait! What are you-.."
"Don't argue with me, just GO!" Savin had already kicked the speeder bike into high gear, buzzing a pair of mercs and nearly clipping a stack of heavy crates on his way into the forest. The Empire had set their sights on the person the made his continued survival possible. If they got to her, they would tear her apart to get information out of her.
:::Like hell:::
~Now~
Strafing fire from the squadron overhead was a welcome sight. Even more welcome was the fact that in all the ducking and dodging the Royal guard have found that being stealthy was simply not as easy as it is when you're -not- getting strafed by starfirghers. Much to Savin's joy, sighting a Imperial that had found cover behind a tree near him. A grin spread across the Mando'ad's face like oil on water as he had every intention to make the day of the beta team member -indefinably- worse in about two seconds...
Admiral Blue
TGE Adept Blue Beauty
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(6/26/07 6:59 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Drake Pollard
"This is Renze to Mister Pollard. I'm listening."
High Admiral Drake Pollard, newly crowned leader of the Imperial fleet at Myrkr and equally highest-ranked naval officer in the entire starfleet, turned slowly as Renze's ships slowed, and moved forwards for two slow steps, turning and taking a seat at the helm of the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer IRS Verdict. Signalling for his communication's officer to open the comlink line to Renze, beam-transmission only again, speak calmly and softly as though it was only a minor issue. Whether the receiver would know it was important was not particularly essential either way, since he would either think it as a trivial part of the strategy or think that the High Admiral was always calm in a crisis. The illusion was a useful one in battles such as this, where the opponents could have a psychological disadvantage by thinking that their nemesis had things well under control.
"Renze Strain, this is High Admiral Pollard speaking." Mister indeed. "I have a proposition for you. My proposition is this: that you, and your men, are hired by the Galactic Empire, and as it's naval leader I would authorise this, to fight against the traitorous Kane E Smart. In return, the bounty on your head will be lifted, you will not be prosecuted in fighting in an active rebellion against the Galactic Empire, you will be paid with a Corellian Action IV bulk freighter and one hundred thousand Imperial credits. I will not accept any further conversation. Consider this a generous offer and fight, or continue to flee from my statistically-superior fleet. I hope you join us in the cause, either for personal gain or for the greater good. In either case, Kane E Smart is the biggest target. High Admiral Pollard out."
He leant back in his chair, relaxing but not slouching, as he analysed the positions of the enemy fleet. Kane E Smart's fleet was slowly being damaged, but were making their way closer through the interdiction field. It would still be some time before they reached him, however, and that time could be used to formulate the plan. The TIE Bombers that he had sent from the various hangars of the Imperial Third fleet were over a third of the way already, and would soon be upon their enemy, able to make several bombing runs before the two fleets reached each other. Hopefully, if the latter fleet reached Drake's vessels, it would be crippled enough that a single barrage in the right place would destroy it. Somehow, High Admiral Pollard doubted it.
Professor Mengol
Professor Mengol cackled. "Regardless of what's happened, whether the blue lady has survived or not, we need to bring this battle forwards." He stood straight and pointed his right forefinger straight out of the forward viewscreen. "Onwards! To victory! Detach the CGT mechanism immediately!" Breaking into a bout of laughter, he leaned against the post beside him, as the Captain stepped forwards. Pressing the Captain's chest back with his right hand, long fingers arched slightly, he turned, eyes glaring with his forehead suddenly furrowed. Grimly, he said, "it's necessary. We cannot play a further part in this battle without potentially suffering not only our own deaths but the destruction of the greatest Imperial ship. The CGT is essential to victory for the remaining Imperial ships."
The Captain again backed a few steps, starting to doubt the sanity of the man, progressing from a simple belief that genius spawns eccentricity. Professor Mengol watched him back away, as a guard dog might have done whilst growling constantly, and then turned back in a much lighter mood. "Afterwards, could you please send a message to the High Admiral Drake Pollard explaining the circumstances behind our problems and suggesting that he might want to search the wreckage after we've gone for any Chiss survivors." Two of the crew turned round to glare at him, and he went into a coughing fit, until they all turned to look at him, thinking his sanity was slightly suspect. He twitched again and then sighed, putting his hand to his head, becoming melancholy. "Tell him that we have a gaping hole on one of our flanks. I'm sure he can work out which one. And say that we're leaving a CGT for him as we leave."
The Professor stepped across, to stand in front of Hathoruodo's chair, and looked over the back at the Captain, who was talking to two IIB operatives quietly. "Don't think I can't see you!" he exclaimed, and, cackling, turned back to the front. "I think that will do for the message. You should check for vital signs about 6 kilometers forwards on the port side though. Bring anyone aboard in the forward hangar and secure them in the Jedi brig after cutting off ventilation to the zone and manning it completely with droids. Oh, and drop the jamming field before you send the message. Otherwise you'll find it difficult." He bent over double, placing his hands on his knees and making his arms rigid as he hacked to himself. Sighing, he coughed a last loud cough and added, "then plot a course for Yavin IV," and collapsed in the chair behind him.
He realised, perhaps a moment too late, that it was the Grand Admiral's chair, and after disrespecting her barely a minute before, he wasn't in good stead with the crew. As he pulled himself up and stepped sideways, muttering to himself, "mind the armchair, you'll never know how many calories it could give you overnight young squire," he looked up to see the two IIB agents marching towards him. He sighed, and with a malicious glint in his eye said, loudly, "kicking and screaming, I believe," and then turned away, standing in a superhero pose as the two IIB agents took his arms and dragged him away from the Grand Admiral's chair, as he yelled incoherent sentences that seemed to include words such as "champagne, cucumber, corvette and crumble" far too often.
Once he was gone, the Captain looked at the crew, who looked back expectantly, and said, "follow those orders, men. It's time for a tactical retreat."
Re: Myrkr"This is High Admiral Pollard speaking to High Admiral Aurulius. Recall a third of your TIE Interceptors and launch all ground vehicles and troops. My sensors show that we have a working Crystal Gravfield Trap in the vicinity, but they do not have one on the ground. That will be the more difficult battle. There is a fleet here under the control of Kane E Smart. He is presenting great difficulties for the Imperial fleet. Assist where you feel able to. Respond in deed of hand, not by deed of tongue. High Admiral Pollard out."
Aurulius still couldn't get used to that title, though the whole thought of it brought a smile to his face. But it was time to follow the exact orders that he was given. As the transmission ended, the High Admiral slumped into his chair. The same condescending attitiude. The same tactical mind. That guy scares me sometimes. But he immediately turned to one of the officers, a smile on his face. “You heard him, we have a job tro do. Recall a third of the TIE Interceptors and then launch the ground vehicles. We need to help reinforce the ground forces. Every second we waste, another trooper loses his life. HURRY!”
The last part hopefully got the message across. They needed to get this done as soon as it was possible. But that still left much that he could do. Apparently the other threat was Kane's fleet. Kane? Aurulius couldn't help but wonder why the bounty hunter had a fleet. It seemed more than a little strange, wrong even. But he pushed that thought out of his head. He would just have to make sure to destroy the fleet. After all, it couldn't stand long against the might of the Imperial Fleet. “Men, charge the turbolasers and the ion cannons, we're going to help save the Third fleet!” The people on the bridge of the ship cheered.
The enemy would try to save the sole ship that had been caught in the tractor beam. Aurulius' Star Destroyer moved into position, almost waiting for anything to enter the CGT. The Outlaws would pay for what they had done. Ten ships were making their way to the Third Fleet. Aurulius randomly picked on of them, locking everything he could on it. “A pity they were stupid enough to make such a rookie mistake.” The High Admiral said as every availiable gun opened up on one of them. With the Third Fleet, and Aurulius' Star Destroyer, there wasn't much of a chance they would be able to hit.
TK-643 Crimson Ambitions
Only a Number
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(6/26/07 11:59 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Ayreon wasn't necessarily pleased; the job he had in front of him of slicing through the ship's outer hull was somewhat harder than it had originally seemed. After a few tries of embarrassingly jumping upward while flailing his vibrating force pike in the air (and only scraping the hull), the crimson guard realized he would have to go one step further. As the scream of fighters and the pounding of munitions rocked the area around the guard, he sighed lightly and prepared for the worst.
Finding a landing gear nearby, as the ship was, in fact, gloriously parked on the planet's surface, Ayreon gripped the structure as best he could given the circumstances, and with an impressive display of physicality that came from kinesthetics molded by years of crack Imperial training, Ayreon began to scale the gear until he was at an appreciable height upwards, close enough to the bottom of the craft that he could easily make his entrance. Still, this would take some work....
Holding on to the gear by wrappng his legs around it and holding tightly with his free left hand, Ayreon unsheahed his force pike and once again began to carve; however, rather than seek to carve right around the landing gear itself, the guard merely cut a notch in the hull, using the pike to hollow out the insides of the ship for the certain area while leaving the outside of the hull intact. The Force pike was such a high-vibrating weapon that clean cuts were not an issue. Making this simple gap, the guard suddenly hopped forward from his spot, and, swinging his left hand around, gripped the new handhold with a profound strength. Now he was in a good position.
With a thrust, the Imperial pierced the hull once more, this time cutting a wide circle-like swath, meant to be the beginnings of an entrance. As the sparks and debris from the hull flicked off of his armor, Ayreon thought of all the various methods he could use to gain entry into the ship, and couldn't help but wonder if he was being incredibly dumb. The fact that the falling hull of the ship barely missed him reinforced his idea. Still, without pause, the guard put away the melee weapon once more and withdrew his hold-out blaster; a very modified (for imperial use, of course), heavy blaster pistol. Aiming carefully, he began to shoot around the hole he had made, effectively widening it so he could have better access to the ships insides. While most of it would have to be hollowed out, he was fairly confident that a number of the shots would pierce through to the floor of the ship anyway.
Satisfied, the guard hoisted himself up, and holstered the pistol before withdrawing the Force pike once more. As he initiated the night-vision view point in his helmet, the Imperial began to slice and craw through the inner-innards of the ship, hoping to find an appropriate place to make his overall entrance within the next few seconds...
Re: Myrkr
Alema didn't actually realize immediately just what she was hearing, but some part of her mind, some frivolous part willing to occupy itself with trivialities at a time like this, was interpreting it automatically.
"Cobalt, it's Arin. Come up here and we'll blow the ship."
Suddenly it was as if the universe had frozen mid-step. Someone was here? How was that even possible? If that were the case then maybe she wouldn't have to--
The screaming grind of a force pike through the lower hull of her ship snapped her back to reality. Before there hadn't been any hope she could survive, just a grim and overwhelming certainty. Now that her only chance was beating on the top of her ship hoping to get to her before the imperials did, she felt the fear hit her like a blow to the chest. Funny thing about fear. It never really had a chance without some scrap of hope to dig its roots into, and for just a moment... there'd been hope.
She tried to judge the distance between where she stood at her pilot's seat and the top hatch further down. She could make it in a few seconds at most but that would mean passing the space of floor that was rapidly becoming an impromptu doorway. But it was either try to get past it and potentially fail... or wait for him to get in and give up her only chance.
The racket intensified as she heard blaster fire under the floor. Now or never. Rearing back, she bolted for the opposite end of the ship. If she was lucky or if the imperials were slow, she could at least get to the ladder before they were in.
Re: Myrkr
Renze listened to Hath's offer with an expression of pained tolerance and as soon as it ended, grabbed the microphone,
"listen Pollard, you may be the Admiral most high of the grand Imperial boat race but that doesn't give you the right to demand that I or my men will work for less than two credits per man, now I suggest that you re-think your offer carefully or I just might turn this ship around and pull an Arin, is that clear?!" Renze realised he may be swinging above his weight in this particular discussion but he was beyond caring, the Imperials were constantly demanding things, that's not how a mercenary operates and they'd better learn better fast or Renze would do exactly as he had threatened.
Turning away from the mic Renze gave an order over his shoulder to prep the Archer to prepare to abandon ship, if the Imps didn't rethink in a hurry then they were going to have huge trouble, a Nebulon Bs reactor going critical was not something you wanted to be close to. Renze was furious, those stupid Imperials didn't even have a bounty on his head, he was a neutral party defending a part of the faction that allowed him to conduct smooth business from a stable base of operations, this was not a rebellion and this arrogant bastard wasn't going to get away with insulting Renze with that piss poor offer.
Imperial Adept
Army Officer
Leading the Way
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(6/27/07 12:45 pm) Reply
Re: MyrkrThe Gates of Hyllyard City Inside the temple ruins....
The temple ruins where quite, not a sound could be heard from its hollow walls, the only noise if any you could hear was the faint bombing runs from the imperial forces that where delivering a ferocious beating to the losing GU defensives front. The temple sat unabated, untouched, and for the most part, unwanted. In the deepest part of its halls. A single man wearing what looked to be battle armor moved across a hall to the other side. What looked like a brick wall was actually a projection, once he walked through it. An entire network was at work. Images of the space battle, of the ground assaults, of the landing zones, everything was closely being monitored by this group of freedom fighters that had managed to bring hope to the rebelling people of Myrkr. Once he passed through the wall, everything was once again silent.
At the front entrance of the temple ruins, Tyriq slowly moved up the left side f the steps as his second in command mimicked the moves n the right. Behind each of them were four more men armed to the teeth and weapons trained off the left or right shoulder in front of them. Tyriq gave the hand signal to freeze as they all rested on the steps. He then went about giving very complicated orders in complete silence as he used the hand signals he had been teaching them since he put the unit together. As the SIC read ever order carefully, he nodded as he relayed the instruction to his members. Tyriq placed his hand back on his rifle and sighted in once more, then he and the squad moved around the corner into the temples. The second squad slowly backed away from the temple and then proceeded on foot at flanking speed towards the rear of the massive complex.
Tyriq order a two-by-two sweep as he and the other members of his squad cleared each room as they moved closer to the rear of the hall. Voice could be heard as they approached, he singled for his men to prepare for assault. The voices grew in numbers as Tyriq’s warrior mentality quickly kicked in. He went around the corner and locked onto the first person he saw. He first the first shot at the unsuspecting male and locked onto the next person, seeing as it was a women and he had orders to capture a women he screamed from the distance.
“Imperial Commandos, Nobody move!”
The crowd of people began reaching for their side blasters, Tyriq and company began to mow them down as he screamed contact to alert his other team that he was engaging the enemy. The rifle fire could be heard inside the secret rooms as people quickly collected their weapons and began rushing out looking for imperials. They where scared, they knew if they had found this place, what they where doing inside, and that was punishable by death on site in their eyes. As people began to pour out of the wood works, Tyriq and his team began to exterminate them one by one. His second team where cutting down people trying to escape through the rear doors as they moved closer, each time killing people as they ran directly into their line of fire.
Tyriq slowly walked down the vined hallway as he looked at the faces of the faces of the dead women scanning them, not seeing her face, and knowing she didn’t pass him, he figured she was still hiding around here somewhere. He caught sight of the projection protecting the room. He winced as he took a few steps back and pulled off one of his thermal detonators and screamed frag out. Throwing it into the room, he locked his sights on the first people to come out. As soon at the grenade touched down on the deck people began running out only to get shot down by Tyriq and his forces. Smiling, he watched as smoke filled the room and poured out into the hallway lifting above the temple. He then adjusted his sights as he prepared himself and his team to enter the room.
Bounty Hunter Home is where the heart is.
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(6/27/07 1:19 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Arin hugged close to the freighter's hull as enemy fire came in on her position. As much as she wanted to buy 'Cobalt' more time, they really needed to get out of there. Suddenly there was a cracking sound and a high pitched scream from directly overhead. She turned to see smoke pouring out of the astromech's dome as her N-2 began a lazy slide. With no one at the helm, the ship began to yaw and roll, its repulsors no longer balanced. All Arin could do was flatten out and pray while the fighter spun off slowly. Thankfully it moved on, ultimately crashing into the nearby woods and bursting into flame.
Well, THAT complicates matters!
Imperial fire began pouring into her position, a problem that was made worse by the fact that the ship seemed to be without power. Lacking an alternative Arin blasted off an access plate to the top hatch's mechanisms, then wired in her blaster's power cell to the hatch motors to open it manually. With the hatch open, Arin waited for a brief opportunity to drop in on the ship's occupant. Within seconds she was quick-sliding down a ladder and turning to face a female Twi'lek with an impromptu smile.
"Hi - I'm Arin, and you must be Cobalt. I don't suppose this thing's got a topside escape pod?"
TK-643 Crimson Ambitions
Only a Number
Posts: 85
(6/28/07 12:30 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Before the female bounty hunter could get a reply from her fellow outlaw operative, there was a terrble noise, a clatter of bending and sliced metal off in the small distance that the inside of the ship covered. Ayreon Faraway, Imperial Crimson Guard, had found his way inside the ship, and rather quickly at that.
In his nostrils he could smell the phantom scent of success at capturing this pesky Outlaw communications officer and making sure she wouldn't be bothering them in future engagements. Wasting no time, he threw himself on to the deck seconds after he carved his entrance, which occured about a second after he heard tramping footsteps overhead. He had her.
Drawing his heavy blaster pistol with his right hand and holding his Force Pike in his left, Ayreon ran after the noise just in time to see the escaping Twi'lek head towards the ship's departure ladder. Three quick shots from his blaster ripped the top of the ladder from the wall that supported it, causing it to stay together, but topple over, denying an exit.
It was then that Ayreon noticed her support, the female he recognized as Arin Ellis, former chancellor of the Galactic Republic and now freelance bounty hunter. In a move that may have been too little to late for restricting action, he trained his blaster on her, but kept an open mind as to the actions of his original Twi'lek target.
"...I'm afraid that little fact means little to nothing in your current situation, Miss Ellis, and...I apologize, I like my vagrants to have names...Miss??"
Re: Myrkr
As the ten capitals near to the end of their working life closed on the Imperial third fleet, the Imps cut loose with all the firepower they could.
TIE bombers closed in on the mixed fleet. In the lead were 2 Tachyon drone ships, their powerful shields holding up well under the attack. The 3 Type 37c Assault cruisers shields were beginning to fade fast. To hold back some of the bombers the type 37's released its full complement of fighters, only twelve but still beneficial. The Ramhead starfighters could hold their own against TIE's, but numbers might prove a problem. Behind the 5 smaller capitals were the near 700 metre long Valiant Siege cruiser ( one only) and two Vengeance class destroyers. These three were also under heavy fire, the valiants weaker shields failing faster than the stronger Vengeance.
Kane had been aware that crashing these older ships into an Imperial fleet would be difficult and the ego's of these Imperial naval Geniuses would be there greatest disadvantage. Measures had been taken to ensure most of these ships hit their marks causing maximum damage.
Both Vengeance destroyers launched 24 X-wings in total to destroy the bombers and harass the surviving Imperial ships. The Valiant was the main carrier launching the bulk of the fighter swarm. 40 Javelin attack starfighters, 20 dragonflies and 20 T-84 starwings. These were the Outlaws insurance policy in vastly damaging the Imperial fleet. Kanes main fleet would be free to pick off the survivors one by one. The guerilla style tactics would leave many of the ground troops stranded and allow the mercenary army of the Outlaws and pirates to crush the supposedly superior force with a guerilla army.
MEANWHILE:
Kanes main fleet minus one had exited the microjump and began to reposition.
This time he would use the Keldabe's shield leacher to draw down the shields of an Imperial Star Destoyer before tearing it apart with the combined firepower of the small fleet. Kane would wait for an update on the Kamikaze fleet, then target a lone ship.
Re: Myrkr
Falcon Ghent, Imperial Darktrooper Phase III, fired two stun grenades at Lestrange, and turned, activating his jet-pack as he set his control frequency to scramble: hopefully another isolated jamming signal wouldn't cut out his circuits, or at least for long. The hydrogen-powered rockets lifted him high into the air, and he activated his infra-red vision, targeting with his right blaster any people below. The outpost was virtually deserted now, most of the people either heading north into the city and spaceport, west into the jungle or south-east to the main battle.
But the Darktrooper knew that he had an appointment elsewhere. His duties were to serve the Empire, and he could impact little on this war without being reserviced: and that required getting up to the capital ships in orbit. And that required getting a ship; a pillar of fire blinded him in infra-red vision - before he switched back to normal vision - and saw the spaceport ahead of him. Accelerating forwards, and lowering himself to barely meters above the surface of the rooves, he saw the wreckage of some craft spreading outwards from the detonation. Someone had blown a ship up, and it looked to be done from within.
Falcon would have to be careful: he didn't want to steal a ship that had been rigged. Looking around as he approached the edge of the spaceport, he noticed a fairly small and quaint Z-95 Headhunter, probably belonging to a low-key mercenary. Getting into it and piloting it would be easy, considering the simplicity of the model. As he landed beside it, shooting a frightened mechanic in the head to immobilise him as he did so, he popped the canopy with his fist on the metal outside, and leaned in to tear the seat out.
He smirked and got inside, pulling the canopy over his head and slotting it into place, pressing a couple of buttons to secure it magnetically, though the hull breach would drain all air from the cockpit when he entered space. Activating all the repulsors, the Darktrooper pulled away, accelerating swiftly and easily upwards and hoping that the Empire didn't shoot him down as he tried to hail them on his long-range comlink.
Re: Myrkr
The screech of metal beneath her feet spurred Alema forward and the sound of footsteps behind her threatened to overwhelm her senses with panic. Now that she had a chance, she didn't want to give it up. Shoving the fear back, she headed toward the woman who'd introduced herself as Arin.
When her exit was blasted down, Alema skidded to a stop. Turning to face the Crimson Guardsman, she found that he'd trained a blaster on her new ally. She'd much rather he be focusing on Alema herself, since Arin didn't need to get shot for trying to help her.
Have to get his attention back on me where it belongs. She might have to fall back on her original plan, but at least she could keep him occupied with topics that didn't matter, like her given name. Maybe if she got him angry he'd get sloppy and either kill her or give them an opening to escape.
"You're skulking in the woods and you call me a vagrant." she spat the words. "I've got a home. You just cut a hole in it, dirtbag."
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(6/28/07 12:46 pm) Reply
Re: MyrkrThe Gates of Hyllyard City Heading towards Hyllyard....
The temple began to burn a fiery red as Tyriq and his unit secured the entrance of the building. Stromtroopers now combed the entire area as people walked out with their hands on top of their head. Many of them just eyed Tyriq, they watched the man kill in cold blood so many of their fellow friends and work mates. One eve tried to lunge out at him only to be hit in the neck and fall to the ground in pain. Tyriq smiled as the troopers forcibly picked him up and pushed him on his way. They all would more than likely be interrogated and imprisoned for the better part of the rest of their life. Some he knew would be executed afterwards. Rightfully so, they caused a lot of drama this day, and the Empire already had their hands full with the navy. For the Empire to landing troops and armor on the ground this earlier without complete control of the space surrounding was something he never heard of.
“Sir, message from forward command.” Tyriq looked at comms and then nodded as he pressed his ear piece to make sure he heard his next objective clearly. “Good work Calrissian, it seems you aren’t some Republican scrub after all.” Taking personal offense to that, he remained silent as he allowed the Colonel to continue. “Well, it seems I’m all out of mission for you, your last mission for me is those city gates. Major Olsen will brief you once you reach his position. They are taking a beating from those ground forces. They really do have a strong defense at the mouth of that city, and it keeps getting bigger.” Tyriq looked towards the city as he sighed, this was gonna he the big push he has been waiting for, finally, some really work.
“Get your team to the frontlines and get the Imperial forces through that gate Lieutenant.” Tyriq watched as his transport dropped slowly from the sky. He singled for his men to head towards it as the Colonel continued to speak to him “If you need men or re-supplies, fresh bodies just got here, I’m send them to the Major, talk to him about it once you have reached his position.” Tyriq looked as the final of the prisoners where brought out. He looked at the face of the women he was sent to capture and smiled. She paused as he allowed her to say something. “Is that all Colonel?” Tyriq said staring at her with a sinister smile. “Get it done Lieutenant.” The Colonel said finally cutting the transmission. Tyriq held his rifle at the ready as he waited for her to say what ever it was she had to say to him.
“I can’t believe that a Calrissian would serve the Empire.” Her face had dirt smudges from the attack and being detained on the ground. Tyriq reach over and wiped some of it off her face as he spoke. “Now maybe the galaxy will come to its sense, they know what I’m capable of, as do you. If I put my full resources into the Empire, we will be unstoppable, and not even the Republic can deny that.” The women snatched away as the words nearly drowned her with sorrow, she knew he was telling the truth. “Take her away.” He said as she marched down the steps with the rest of her scum. Tyriq then made his way down the steps as he was handed the detonator for the charges he requested to be placed throughout the temple. As he and his men began to lift off, he pressed the button and watched as a massive explosion ripped through the temple. Everyone expect Tyriq cover their eyes as the blast was bigger than many expect.
The ship all blasted off in different directions as only to headed back towards the city, the fun was just about to start for Tyriq and his team as they began reloading and eating some quick energy bars to keep their strength up. The two ships blasted towards battle worn Imperial forces flying just above the tree tops. Tyriq checked all the various attachments to his rifle to make sure they where in working order. The sniper attachment, the grenade attachment, and the practical rapid rife attachment. He used up a great deal of ammo when it was in play, but it was by far the best thing Imperial Research and Development could have came out for the commando’s. He smiled ash e locked and loaded the rapid fire attachment, it was about to get ugly. Edited by: Tyriq Calrissian at: 6/28/07 12:48 pm
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(6/28/07 1:10 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
Arin sighed and relaxed slightly. As much as having a blaster aimed at her torso made Arin frightfully nervous, she could see that Ayreon was a professional. She would only be in immediate danger if she forced him to act, so instead she settled onto the freighter's deck while setting a light hand on Cobalt's shoulder.
"We really should try to be understanding: he's a newcommer to this world, after all. The nature of things may elude him for a while."
Arin then turned to face Faraway. "She is correct, though: your declaration is highly flawed. We are not 'vagrants' on Myrkr - we are the residents. The Empire is the group that is intruding. It might help you to prioritize your actions if you pay better attention to the overall activity you're engaging in.
"Though, for the life of me I can't understand what the Empire wants with a backwater world like Myrkr. It's all jungle and swamp out here. It has a certain organic charm for those of us not particular about our surroundings, but it doesn't have any native industry or minerals. This agression is going to cost the Empire a fortune, and you'll never see a return on the investment. There are whole worlds which would be far more profitable.
"So I'm stuck asking myself ... why are you here?"
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(6/28/07 2:47 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
A nimble cartwheel took the Crimson guard out of the way of the Mando'ad's advancing thrust kick and to his vulnerable side. With a satisfied grin, the Beta team member swung his force pike with a backhanded motion with every intent to relieve the Mando's shoulders of burden of his head. This plan would not see completion as the crimson-clad Mandolorian ducked, chambering his extended foot and stomping it to the ground, following it with his center of gravity to send him into a low stance.
Undaunted, the Beta continued his momentum, spinning once to bring his force pike down on the warrior's head, vertically. Savin would bring his blade up to parry the strike with Adenn Kote, his long sword, with a vertical sweep to diffuse the force pike's momentum, producing a shower of sparks from the impact.
Savin would use the spit-second opening his parry gained him to bring his blade back around in a horizontal swing that would cross his target's abdomen.
The Beta had other plans as he lept over the Mando's head to land in a roll behind him, avoiding the swing completely. Savin spun in his low stance to follow his opponent, starting toward him to follow up with a killing blow from behind only to be met by the Beta's boot to the center of his chest as the Imperial thrust his left leg out behind him in a strong mule kick that took the Mando off his feet with a violent expulsion of air as he rolled back from the force of the blow.
"KuuHUUGH!!" The Beta pivoted on his right heel before his left foot even touched the forest floor as he quickly closed the distance between himself and this mercenary scum as the latter rolled up to his feet with a stumble. As he parted his arms with another decapitation attempt, he thought it a pity. This Mandolorian would have served them Empire well as a Guardsman. The Beta was certain that the Mando was completely off-balance and had planned to capitalize. None would be more shocked when the Mando'ad avoided the blow meant for his neck with a picture perfect, one-handed, back handspring to allow the Guardsman to simply pass him by in his dash.
It would be the Mando that would seek to capitalize now as his large form leapt into the air a full six feet with a twist to lend force to the back-spinning heel kick that he unleashed, striking the Beta squarely on the back of his helmet with enough force to send him staggering forward.
The Mando'ad pressed his attack, not giving the Guard much time to recover. Much to the Guard's credit, he was able to spin around and parry a forehand swing from Savin's blade seconds before his torso and his legs would have decided to part ways.
The pair soon became a blur of advanced Echanti weapon techniques. An overhead sword swing swing was parried in short order and was countered with a lunging force pike stab. Of which, was dodged with a nimble spin and countered with a spinning back elbow to the Imperial's helmet. A stagger left an opening that the Mando'ad would seek to press as he surged forward with a pair of alternating snap kicks to the Imperial's right thigh and the left side of his helmet. The Mandolorian followed the last kick with another leap, spinning into a ruinous back thrust kick that sent the Guardsman sprawling onto the ground under the Koahiko as the fight had spilled into the clearing long ago. It was a miracle that the pair had not been killed by the circling Firesprays or the raging fire that the N-1's crash caused.
Not that either of them even gave it a single thought. They where locked into a mindset Aron Skirata had called "Battlefield marriage". The warriors had sighted each other and could see little else. Like a hawk that continues to harrow the first sparrow it sees out of a flock of hundreds. They would continue without pause..'til death do they part. The pair of soldiers where, both, very well-trained. As such, this dance could go on for hours. There was only one difference. A difference that a force-sensitive would be able to pick up on at this point.
Rolling to his feet, the Beta was able to soundly guard against the advancing Mando's blade as the pair entered a deadly dance where sword edge impacted force pike with such speed and ferocity that an onlooker would have been hard pressed to understand who was doing what. But, the Beta would notice something different. The Mando's attacks were becoming more and more vicious. And more efficient. It was like he had found a way to waste even -less- motion. He was becoming faster. More precise. There where less openings in his attacks. He seemed to be chaining together a series of strikes at -random-. It was like he was fighting a completely different man. Or a different animal.
He was. Savin was -livid- at that point.
The Beta found his defense was beginning to crumble under the D'xun born Mando'ad's assault. It was then that he saw his opening after a missed vertical swing with intention to split the Guard's skull. A crescent kick, thrown with all the power the Guard could muster, went across the Mando'ad's helmet with a loud report that echoed under the ship. He followed this with a back-spinning kick with such disastrous force as to spin the Mando around knocking his helm off his head and send him stumbling with his back to the Guard. The Beta rose his weapon to put an end to this contest. The warrior's eyes flew open, blazing with rage as his teeth threatened to grind themselves to dust.
With a sudden thrust of his weight, Savin bashed his left shoulder back into the Guard, who's swing was defeated by the sudden impact, disarming him. The two men would stand there a moment, as if frozen in time, before the Mando'ad would press his shoulder into the man with a violent jerk to allow his blade to finish impaling the Guard's chest, it's tip and nearly half of the blade that followed bursting out of his back. Another jerk from the warrior would twist the blade, sending a shudder through the Guard's body as a groan of pain escaped his lips from under his mask.
The Mando snatched the blade out of his opponent with a spin of his body, spraying thick blood and bits of gore from the terrible wound that Adenn Kote is known for inflicting, to bring him to face the Guard as the Beta team member crumpled to his knees.
“Ke nu jurkad sha Mando'ade, verd...”(Don't cross swords the sons of Mand'alore, warrior)
With that, the Mandolorian decapitated the Guard with a, backhanded swing of Adenn Kote, the vibro-blade passing through cleanly to allow his headless body to slump to the ground and spill the contents of his severed neck to the grass.
“Kote Mando'ade darasuum!”(Mandolorian glory forever)
Roared the warrior in a voice laced with equal parts rage and pride. He was certain that this Imperial, dead at his feat would be the first of -many-. Savin looked up to notice the gaping hole in the bottom of what he was assuming had to be Cobalt's ship. He had to work fast as the strafing fire of the Firesprays and the fire that was sending local fauna stampeding in various directions would not keep the rest of Beta team at bay for long. He did know one thing for certain as he glanced down to the body at his feet and the hole above him...
Whatever Imperial that was in that ship sweating his vod'ika, Cobalt, was about to have an even worse day then this guy....
Edited by: Savin Skirata at: 6/28/07 3:12 pm
Re: Myrkr
Normaily, the howl of a Koro-2 airspeeder's engine soaring over the forest would have frightened the birds in their nests. But with the invasion of the Empire, the engine's howl was barely noticed through the roar of blaster cannons from Imperial ships. This was what Gavin lived for.... war. With no war, all the mercenaries would be out of work. Then they would have to starve to death, or become private muscle for gangsters. But there were not enough gangsters in the galaxy to match the number of mercenaries, so it would all be chaos. But there would always be war, luckly for Gavin.
Gavin's yellow airspeeder was in contrast from the lush green forest, so it could be easily be seen. But, most people would not try to shoot it down because it appered to just be a personal transport.
Gavin had been recruited less than an hour ago by a criminal from The Galactic Underground. He was paid in advance, 5000 credits; enough to pay for half a year supply of Reedug. Reedug was a powerful narcotic, and it had Gavin in it's addictive clutchs. Since he had arrived on Myrkr, he was getting impatient, and wanted to shoot something. Now he would get his chance, on the first unlucky Imperial he saw.
Continuing his course going North-West, he was hoping to find anything fighting under the Empire to kill. Just about to lose hope in this direction, the scanners in the airspeeder went wild. They had found a group of ships dead ahead. Hitting the throttle, the speeder passed well over 500 kilometers an hour. As he got closer, he could see some ships firing at the ground, either at soldiers or vehicles, he could not tell.
Reaching to his left, he took out a pipe shaped fragmentation grenade, about a foot long, and set it to ten seconds. if troops where down there, this could take at least one of them out. Slowing down quickly, he could now get a glance of what was happening. One ship was on the ground, with a few Imperial troopers dressed in red armor near it. Most troopers wore white armor, but these must have been the best of the best. But he did not worry, they were still working for the Empire, and anyone working for them had to be weak; at least in Gavin's opinion.
Taking a hard left turn, he wanted to land somewhere near here. Seeing a small clearing, it would suffice as a landing spot. Almost hitting a tree, he jerked to the right on the controls to avoid it. The speeder cracked a few branchs on the way down, but none of them could do any damage to the hull. Climbing out of the Airspeeder, he took a his DC-15 blaster pistol and grenades with him. Other mercenarys would have brought a blaster rifle, or even a flamethrower, but a blaster pistol was smaller, and easy to hide if needed.
Rushing head on into the fight would get him killed for sure, so he had to use anything as cover when he was fighting. Rushing to a nearby tree, he pressed his back to it. Looking around the side of it, he saw a Imperial guard that did not see him.... yet. Holding one of the grenades in his hands, he started the timer. Throwing it so it was flipping in a forward motion, it landed near the troopers feet. The guard took one look at it, took a sstep back, and then it blew. Smoke flew into the air with a loud boom, sending the imperial soldier flying backward. With no time to waste, Gavin rushed forward, to check if he was dead. The guard was motionless, but could still be alive.
Aiming his blaster at the motionless soldier, he fired three times, two of the shots hitting the chest, the third missed. This got the attention of another Imperial guard, that was already rushing toward him. This fight was just getting started, and he needed to see if any innocent people were still on the ship ahead of him.
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(6/28/07 11:31 pm) Reply
Re: Myrkr
There was firing outside, and Ayreon knew that could bode either good or bad for Beta team, but as he had no way to verify, the guard simply focused on his current situation. He had to do something with them, or he would soon lose whatever advantage he had. Ayreon sighed; he knew the coming statement would make no sense at all to any intelligent being, but he had to be indulgent sometime.
"Vagrants of the galaxy, you twits. A for the rest, it comes down to our place in that same galaxy; mine brings me here is all. That's all that is relevant to your situation right now."
Though the Twi'lek talking diverted some of his attention, the guard kept himself centered on both of the possible combatants, prisoners as it was now, with the blaster still honed on Arin. They didn't need to know anything at the moment, so Ayreon figured that the less he talked, the better. The origin of this mission had been to stop communications, and he had succeeded at least on one count of that, so taking prisoners, this communications worker and the famous Arin Ellis, showed up as only a bonus.
"...I'm going to toss you some restraints." he talked to Arin;
"You will catching them in your left hand, in mid air, by simply closing your hand around them when they come to you. Any arm movement at all from either of you and I shoot. Any other movement and I shoot. When you get the wrist restraints, you will hold them while the Twi'lek, who has not given me her name yet, I've noticed, binds them to your left wrist. Then, while she is still facing you, the Twi'lek will bind the remaining cuff to her right wrist."
The restraints were tricky; the kind used in maximum security prisons and detainment facilities, they were little more than partial circles close off by a central arc, so when bound, the only way either outlaw would be able to move would be with each other, and they would both be facing opposite directions at that, with no ability to turn themselves, assuming they followed directions.
Ayreon withdrew the cuffs after sheathing his pike in less than a blink of an eye, not taking his eyes off either of them.
"...Do you understand? Both of you?" he paused.
"Good."
Re: Myrkr
Alema couldn't even begin to fathom what Arin was doing. What's she trying to do? Get him to tell his all his secret plans and the ambitions of the Empire, potentially also taking a moment to let us know why we're doomed to failure? Aside from getting the Crimson Guard to monologue, Alema saw no purpose to the witty banter. If it were possible to buy time for anything Alema could understand but... no one was coming. It was just the two of them, and there was nothing to be gained from prolonging this.
Her eyes left Arin Ellis and locked firmly on the Guardsman before her. When he withdrew the cuffs, she knew she had her chance. Now he was suspicious. Now he was watching her and waiting for an excuse to shoot her, and it would be easy to give him one. Her mind returned to Arin briefly, but she knew that she'd just be a liability to the other woman. Alema wasn't a warrior. Her value to the underworld, and the threat she posed to the Empire, lay solely in the knowledge she held.
She couldn't let him have it. If he captured her, he'd get it eventually. She had at least as high a pain tolerance as any slave could develop, but Alema didn't trust herself to hold up under Imperial torture. Die now, before torture? Or die later, after agony drove her to betray her allies?
The last time Alema had been this scared... it wasn't far from where she stood now. Shivering, sobbing, crouched in a corner of this hallway with her arms around her knees, she'd begged to be taken back. She wanted, needed to go back. Back where they took care of her. Back where, if she just did what she was told.... whatever anyone told her... they'd give her what she needed.
Ryll. Glitterstim, glitteryll, carsunum, pyrepenol for the rough jobs, and andris when she was done for the night. Eased the pain. Helped her sleep.
Anything. Anything to go back. Nothing they did to her was as bad as this. What if she couldn't get another hit in time? What if she couldn't get something in her veins, down her throat, into her body any way she could... she'd die. That's all there was to it. If she didn't die it wouldn't be worth being alive anyway.
And then he was there. That terrible rage she'd felt soaking from his skin into hers as he'd carried her out into the rain. That anger. When he came to her he told her he was keeping her until the withdrawals passed, and that she would never see the inside of another brothel again. She'd wept then, and she'd feared the wrath that rose deep inside him every time he saw her cry. Alema hadn't known. She couldn't have. Not then.
His hatred wasn't directed at her, and never had been. Eventually she began to take shelter in that anger. That blistering determination to effect his will on the universe... it was the reason he never let anyone hurt her again. When her soul was her own worst enemy, his anger made space for her to exist again.
But he'd been gone a long time. She remembered the way he felt, the warmth of his skin and the hardness of his eyes whenever he had to leave her, knowing he might not come back. Most of all she remembered that rage, and she could feel it now almost as if he were back with her.
One more time, Theo, she thought. I need you just one more time.
Alema watched the cuffs drift up into the air, and knew that whatever she did, she had to mark herself as a greater threat than Arin, or he'd just shoot her to punish Alema. She needed to force him to attack her for his own perceived safety. She had a holster on the back of her belt, intended to be hidden under a jacket. It was a common enough place to keep a weapon.
The blaster in it was the one with the dead power cell from earlier, but if there was one thing she knew about Crimson Guardsmen it was that their reflexes were far beyond normal men. If he'd shoot them for moving their arms, reaching for a weapon would likely set him off before he even realized it.
So what if he shot her. So what if he killed her. Arin might even have a better chance of escaping without Alema holding her back. Death wasn't what she was afraid of today. All Alema needed was one taste of that darkness to steel herself for her choice. She breathed, and felt her soul open up. She let the memory overtake her. It was all she needed.
The manacles began to fall, and Alema made one last, desperate ploy to protect the information she held.
Alema reached for her blaster.
Edited by: Alema Nilim at: 6/29/07 12:53 am
Darth Fidelis was monitoring his security system as always. His warriors trainning and his ships ready to move in a moments notice. This was the life of his Harbringer infantry regiment. Seven thousand geneteically altered sith soldiers who obeyed his command as if he was a god. He watched as one of his communications specialist signaled him.
Lord Fidelis, Message from that mercenary. Chhkkkk... Fidel..Chkkk... Myrkr under....... It,,,chkk... Time... T....Sho.... Partnership...Chkkk.. Send imediate .......Chhkkk
Fidelis scratched his chin or what was left of it anyways. He and Renze were buisness partners but it was ment to be discreat. But now he wanted him to reveal their partnership to save the Undergrounds. He would go to his aid but the mercenary and the Underground would be replacing all of his combat losses and compensating him well for this.
Now
Fidelis's fleet jumped out of hyper space. Several hundred troop transports, two Star destroyers and his flag ship the SSD Semper floated near the carnage of battle. He ordered his squads of Eta-2 Interceptors to assist the Undergrounds fighters in gainning the upper hand. His remainning few squads were to escort his transports onto the planet surface to regroup with Renze's soldiers.
" Open com channel to all Underground vessels. This is lord Fidelis, i come here not as a represenative of the Council truth be told we could give a @#%$ less about this worthless planet. But i come as friend and ally of Renze, please link me any pertinent battle data collected on formations and strong points".
He realized the Empire would see this as an attack from the Sith. But he believed his Masters would quell the situation that the knight would bring about. But for now time to worry was gone it was time to fight as he made his way towards his personal Eta-2 Modified Interceptor.
Re: Myrkr
Ojin exhaled calmly as he took another shot with his sniper riffle. The bolt passed through the helmet of one storm trooper and into the officer behind him. Two dead for one shot was one of his favorite techniques. The young Mando was one of Renze's company commanders and lead one of the raider companies at that. His men the HellFire Raiders were close, but not close enough to be seen.
He took aim again and took out a scout troop. He had to keep them off of Renze's men long enough for them to get organized.
" Hell fire to command, be advised another battallion sized force en route. I am eliminating command element and as many scouts as possible. Then my raiders going for their command center, Any word on those @#%$ reinforcements?
He held his breath as several of his sniper troops oppened up on a small squad of sappers. These Emperials ment buisness and they were not going to be detered by a dead liuetenant or two.
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(6/29/07 9:49 am) Reply
Re: Myrkr"Vagrants of the galaxy, you twits. A for the rest, it comes down to our place in that same galaxy; mine brings me here is all. That's all that is relevant to your situation right now."
Arin's mouth curled into a sour expression. "Doesn't that mean that we're all vagrants, then ... you included?" She didn't really expect an answer - the lack of logic just annoyed her.
"I'm going to toss you some restraints.
"You will catching them in your left hand, in mid air, by simply closing your hand around them when they come to you. Any arm movement at all from either of you and I shoot. Any other movement and I shoot. When you get the wrist restraints, you will hold them while the Twi'lek, who has not given me her name yet, I've noticed, binds them to your left wrist. Then, while she is still facing you, the Twi'lek will bind the remaining cuff to her right wrist."
He was thorough - she'd give him that. Unfortunately being handcuffed had very bad memories for Arin which included the most brutal, humiliating, and ultimately barbaric behaviors that one can imagine captors could engage in. Anyone who knew Arin would know full well that she'd rather be shot than restrained.
That being said: by sending restraints her way the trooper was tossing a weapon to Arin, who until that moment had been unarmed. She raised her left arm compliantly, but as the cuffs came to her hand she spun them about her fingers and flipped them back to him - aiming to peg him squarely between the eyes.
While the blow would be harmless, having an object shooting directly for the bridge of your nose is the second most distracting thing that could happen to a male. The move was timed to allow Arin to drop downward below everyone else, as her legs shot forward to follow up with a vicious kick to his mid-pelvis ... the most distracting thing that can happen to a male.
He probably wouldn't be injured - the region is usually very well armored out of necessity. It sould, however, break the trooper's concentration and thus allow Cobalt a shot at disarming him. It was better than the alternative.
Re: Myrkr
Markum turned to Kane.
" Commander Smart, we've just received a transmission from a lord Fidelis, he seems to be here to assist Renze and is asking for enemy positions"
Kane walked over to the comms board. " Lord Fidelis, this is Kane Smart, I will send you Imperial naval positions, but I must inform you some of those ships may be gone after those old ships crash into the fleet. We are about to make another run on them, feel free to join in on the parade!"
Kane flicked the switch and gave the command to prepare for a second attack.
Knowing Fidelis was himself a Mando'ade all transmissions were in the native tongue.
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