Star Wars Intervention: Echoes in Eternity (An Original Trilogy Game; Always taking new players!!!)

IC: Winterkill
Aboard the Blood Moon

It seemed Commander Vacks was hesitant to answer, but after a moment, he revealed all his concerns with a single word.

“Fine.”

Winterkill gave the man a solid nod.

“Go see Captain Aidan up fromGot your . It’s his bird; he’ll know if there are any stims on board.”

The nagai noticed the Commander did not direct him to the human who had treated him before. That was no coincidence.

“Thank you, commander.” Winterkill said, saluting.

“You gonna go dressed like that, or you want to put your clothes back on?”

Winterkill looked down. His chest was bare and exposed, his undershirt ripped. Perhaps he should ask the ‘medic’ to pay for his loss. The thought was amusing for about half-a-second, if that long.

With practiced motions, the nagai geared up and re-closed his upper half, his paleness no longer visible.

“Got your back commander, quid pro quo.”

With that, Winterkill gave Vacks a sharp salute and walked where indicated, which he assumed was the ship’s cockpit. From what he could see, the interior of the ship appeared to be in good shape, which meant translated to diligence and organization. Vack’s presence onboard, ( though a mystery) confirmed part of what he could expect.

Upon reaching the threshold, the nagai announced himself.

“Lieutenant Winterkill, requesting to speak with Captain Aidan.”

Time was of the essence. Pleasantries would have to take a back seat to efficiency. The pirates were the priority here, but that was no excuse to completely throw protocol out the proverbial air-lock.

Tag: @Tim Battershell


OOC: pressed for time, but still in this posting!!

 

IC: Aidan Dodd
Blood Moon - Completing Snubfighter Recovery Mission, Draukyze System.

I release the Tractor Beam and let Ghast and the Snubfighter go on their way, then swerve past them, increasing Blood Moon's speed to half-throttle as I do so. I don't want to get too close to the main action just yet, not without specific instructions from Johnny Boy; on the other hand, I want to be in position to carry out those hoped-for instructions without undue delay when/if they come through. An IFF overlay would also be nice, if it is, or can be made to be, compatible with our Sensor displays, so I'm sure that the ships I fire at are enemies and not friends. The only two I can positively identify at the moment are the Johnny Boy herself and the Pirates' Cruiser.

Footsteps from the direction of the Cockpit door and an unfamiliar voice saying "Lieutenant Winterkill, requesting to speak with Captain Aidan." tell me our rescued Pilot is up and about again. I take a quick glance behind me.

"Permission granted, Lieutenant, please come in and grab the jump-seat Terrel's been using for most of our travels; that one, there. Glad to see you're looking a lot better than when I last saw you!

Situation is as follows; Johnny Boy's Hangar Bay reported closed off by enemy boarding attempt. Friendlys have reportedly boarded the Pirate, returning the favour. Ghast is still aboard your Snubfighter attempting to get it restarted, he and my 'Passepartout' should have agreed a signals protocol between them when/if the Distress Beacon needs to be activated again. There's a Bantha-class, name of "The Fluffy", just turned up, apparently a friendly judging from its actions. Currently, I'm waiting on being told where Blood Moon can assist further. No need for formality, by the way, call me 'Aidan' in person or 'Snake' over the Comm. If a different cover-identity is required for a mission, I'll tell you what I've chosen when we set off.

Now, how can I help you?"


TAG: greyjedi125, (indirectly Bravo, Sith-I-5, galactic-vagabond422, Laine_Snowtrekker, Uriel Manteroni).

 

IC: Winterkill
Aboard the Blood Moon

It seems I don’t wait long for an answer as the captain grants me permission to enter the ship’s cockpit.

"Permission granted, Lieutenant, please come in and grab the jump-seat Terrel's been using for most of our travels; that one, there. Glad to see you're looking a lot better than when I last saw you!”

As I step in, I give the man, a human, a sharp salute and also notice that everything is in perfectly working order. No extraneous clutter or useless decorations. This is how efficiency looks like. I grab the seat I am offered.

To his credit, Captain Aidan Dodd gets down to business as he wastes no time in giving me a sit-rep. Ghast is in communication with the Blood Moon, which is good. That fact that he’s trying to restart the X-Wing boosts my hopes and my reasons for coming to the captain. To my surprise, the Blood Moon is not under attack nor has an assignment from the JB yet in this conflict. Perhaps we can expedite that.

As for forgoing formalities, the captain gets no argument from me.

“Now, how can I help you?"

“Thank you Captain. Please call me Winterkill. If possible, I’d like to borrow a small cocktail of stims and combat metabolics, if you have those on board. I’m capable of self-administration. I need to be combat ready a.s.a.p. I must rejoin the Johnny Boy’s CAP and help repel those Pirates as soon as GHAST declares my X-Wing flight worthy. Now, is it possible to comm the ‘JB’ that you’ve recovered me? It’s best if they know they have not lost an asset, but in reality have acquired a few more. Namely Commander Vacks and you, if you mean to help us.”

I offer the captain a sincere nod.

“You’ll have more than our thanks in this. Captain Lasso may be a Merc, but he’s also an honorable man.”

I don’t smile at the clever phrasing, at least not outwardly. I speak the truth. In the case, not only would we owe Captain Dodd, he would have earned his reward.

I also add: “While on your ship, I am required to assist. I’m a reliable ship hand. Just let me know how I can aid you in return.”

I try not to think on how the others are doing. I ache to join the fight, but I also know to listen to the flow of battle. There’s a subtle reason why I’m here and a way this set-back can be turned into an advantage.

The trick is to see it clearly and act upon it.

And that’s what I aim to do.

Tag: @Tim Battershell, @Sith-I-5

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Astromech R3-GA, a.k.a GHAST
Near the Blood Moon

Ghast tweets a his thanks to Passepartout, already advising him that some non-critical systems are responsive. He estimates a short time lapse before he can get the X-Wing moving again. For his help and hospitality, Ghast shares the Friend and Foe combat recognition update with the Blood Moon, since it was he who shared it with Edge and the rest of the CAP in the first place.

He hopes Passepartout will find the information helpful.

With the Blood Moon out of the way, Ghast can now ‘see’ the other ship. It has no ID designation yet, but he can see its a Bantha-class ship.


The astromech lets out a long whistle and goes to work with greater alacrity.

 

editing

 

IC: Winterkill
Aboard the Blood Moon

Hearing the message from the Johnny Boy to the Blood Moon was like shock therapy. Winterkill felt galvanized as adrenaline shot through his system. So, the Blood Moon was about to make a quick pit-stop to the pirate vessel.

That was the opportunity the nagai had been waiting for.

“Captain. Stims or no stims, I’m boarding that pirate ship while you pick up your new load. I am eager to….deal with some pirates - in person.”

That was all that needed to be said about his intentions. Everything else was tacitly understood, of that, he was pretty certain.


Tag: @Tim Battershell, @Sith-I-5, @Bravo


( Here's hoping that our fearless leader does not invalidate this post with his infamous 'Edits' )

 

OOG: Per my catching up on reading posts, the Johnny Boy has moved past the enemy frigate (best I can estimate, the pirate tractor beam operators captured the fuel pod, but not the JB). If I am wrong---or missed something in my reading---I am sorry for my misunderstanding of the situation.

I'm going to more or less control the enemy frigate for sake of the storyline and to condense time. Once again, if I am wrong via misunderstanding the posts, I am sorry. I'm tired of DRL kicking my arse, but I'm not going to let DRL affect my desire for Echoes, so I'm kicking back. If its rushed or misplaced by accident, once again, I am sorry. Playing catch up sucks, because you get caught up on all the fun after it happens.

In short, I'm having a GM verses DRL fit right now and want to regain control of where Echoes is headed, because I feel like I've completely failed everyone the last two weeks with DRL and its affecting my ability to manage the Echoes storyline. So I'm applying a stop-now-fix-it measure.

With all of that said, I wrote a post that outlines the greater actions of the two vessels (the JB and the pirate frigate) and allows everyone the freedom to post as needed in response to those greater actions without effecting individual posts.

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IC: Jason Lasso
Bridge, Johnny Boy


"Johnny Boy, Blood Moon. Pilot recovered alive, astromech attempting repairs on fighter. Where can we be of most assistance?"

Finally, some good news!

Lasso grinned as he looked over to DelPike; it was time to see if all that training Commander Yavscout was doing with the bridge crew---getting everyone aligned on a common terminology and basic tactical maneuvers list---was paying off. "Mr. DelPike, reply to the Blood Moon in kind with Two to Tango. Escort and reinforcements to the hanger."

DelPike took a peak at his cheat card by his console---that everyone kept by their consoles---of some of the bizzare names the Commander used. Everyone knew the Commander loved colorful language. Some of the listed tactics included Yo Momma, It's Not My Fault, Three Makes A Crowd, I'm Your Father...the list went on. All had reasons to them, if colorful, and generally kept the enemy confused. Two to Tango was simple: it divided a single larger Merc resource into two independent resources on the battlefield. "Aye, Captain," the communications officer replied, keying the comm, "Johnny Boy to Blood Moon. New assignment. Two to Tango. We need the Blood Moon to escort the Johnny Boy and reinforcements to the Johnny Boy hanger. How copy, over?"

"Captain! We haven't managed to proceed beyond the hangar bay, yet. We are meeting heavy resistance. And I have only really confirmed the presence of Major Jeth. Is Taab here too?" Lasso heard over his personal communications line.

JB actual, this is Iron Hand. We have four...Correction, make that five Guardians aboard the ship. We're pinned down at the moment....We had a to do list, but I recommend throwing that out. Just start a fire here in the bay and beat feet. There's enough combustibles about the bay to ruin this ship's day. Over."

Well, that wasn't good. It seemed everyone was on a different page. Lasso sighed. Time to make a order, "Iron Hand; Safety. Johnny Boy. Iron Hand, reform the boarding party under your command. Retreat to a defensable area. I am sending in the Blood Moon to clear the area for your retreat under Danger Close protocols. Be ready for decompression and make sure your all tied to something and close to your fighters. Broadcast your Merc comm codes to emergency broadcast to avoid friendly fire. ETA two minutes."

Lasso looked back to comms, "Mr. DelPike, emergency divert the Blood Moon. Emergency fire order."

The tech nodded, "Johnny Boy to Blood Moon. You have an emergency mission divert. Drop the X-Wing immediately. You have a close air support mission, Danger Close Fire Order. Five Mercs are pinned down by enemy fire and need an emergency Danger Close Fire Order. We are forwarding you their comm codes; identify their comm codes to their body signatures to avoid friendly fire. You have two minutes until danger close, drop all ordnance to clear hanger of enemy hostiles while maintaining safety of boarding team. Then escort Mercs out of pirate hanger back to Johnny Boy. GO! GO! GO!"

Right now, Lasso needed eyes on the situation. And while Safety was good, it seemed that Iron Hand had a better understanding of the situation. Both were officers. Both were good. Iron Hand simply was in a better position to control the mission from the comm traffic Lasso received.

Lasso looked out, tapping his fingers across the arm rest of his chair. Lasso would have to disable that enemy frigate so as they could not pose a threat to the Mercs any longer. Then he would board the bloody thing again, this time in a more coordinated assault. And he knew exactly how to do it.

"Helm, revert us from ventral. Bring us about to starboard, line us up behind that pirate frigate. Comms, divert the Fluffy and all CAP to close escort protection. Gunnery, I want the wing-tipped turbolaser cluster, retractable bow H9 Dual turbolasers, and both bow wedge H9 single turbolasers trained on that frigate's aft engines as soon as we're in range. All other guns, provide anti-starfighter defense. I want all six warhead launchers ready, load heavy concussion missiles. Hold to fire on missiles, fire all turbolasers when in range at will. Engineering, status?"


"Hyperdrive is still down. Engines are up and running, full power, Captain!" Came Chief Williams' voice over the comm.

"Helm," Lasso said as the Johnny Boy adjusted her ventral position and finished coming about to now follow the frigate, "We're faster. It's time to prove it."

"Aye, Captain," Helm said, "Flank speed ahead!"

Master and Commander: The Far Side of the World


Lasso watched and waited, tapping his fingers on the arm rest. Up ahead, he could see the Blood Moon going in hot on their landing for Danger Close Fire Mission. "Gunnery---distance?" The enemy frigate was coming into range, but it seemed they weren't about to roll over dying. The enemy ship started to turn hard to starboard up ahead.

"Twenty seconds," Gunnery replied.

"Helm, slow us down, match the frigate's turn radius by shadowing within their inner starboard drift."

"Captain," Dak said, "Their trying to bring their hanger in line with our firing solution. Force us to knock out our own boarding party and the Blood Moon."

"I know," Lasso said, "Gunnery, avoid hanger shots. Focus on enemy engines."

"Aye, Captain. Focus on engines and avoid hanger bay. In range. Firing!"

Lasso knew pound for pound the Johnny Boy had more firepower, thicker armor, and a better crew. Shields or not, he was betting his heavier firepower to win the day.

The Johnny Boy's decks vibrated as the turbolaser batteries fired.

"Gunnery, when enemy rear shields have dropped to thirty percent, fire first salvo of missiles. Target enemy rear gunnery emplacements."

"Aye, Captain."

"Enemy returning fire," Dak said as the frigate managed to position herself enough to bring a few guns to bear, but it was child's play compared to the Johnny Boy's heavier firepower.

Lasso didn't say anything, "Press the attack, gentlemen. Enemy rear shields?"

"Lowering," Gunnery reported, "Firing missiles."

"Captain!" sensors reported, "We're reading increased power output! Matches a hyperdrive power usage!"

Lasso watched as the enemy frigate started making a b line towards open space; Lasso watched as one of their missiles was taken out by enemy fire, but the other five cruised onwards, impacting the frigate's lowered shields; the first two splashes depleted the shields completely, while the last three missiles slammed into the engine array of the frigate.

"Gunnery," Lasso barked, "Continue unloading ordinance into that frigate's engine array! Reload missiles!"

"Captain, we must assume---" Dak started, but Lasso waved him off.

"Dak, I have failed as a Captain. Never again. I put five lives in danger, while I couldn't hold a command together. Its either I fix that wrong now or resign my post."

"Captain," sensors said, "Enemy energy output has dropped. Safe to assume hyperdrive has been disabled. And enemy speed has dropped."

"Captain," Gunnery said as the enemy frigate loomed, "Missiles are reloaded."

"Fire, I want those engines destroyed. Helm, slow our speed, keep us in their starboard rear shadow. I want to eliminate their ability to return effective fire."

"Aye, Captain."

Lasso keyed the comm, "Blood Moon, Safety, Iron Hand; report status!"

Lasso didn't see the Blood Moon leaving yet, nor any of the boarding party's fighters.


TAG Sith-I-5, Bardan_Jusik, Bloo Moon, all players

 

OOC/OOG Apologies for outage yesterday night - ran out of Credit on my Broadband gizmo; had to get a voucher today!.


IC: Aidan Dodd
Blood Moon - Heading back toward Johnny Boy location, near Draukyze System.

"Thank you Captain. Please call me Winterkill. If possible, I’d like to borrow a small cocktail of stims and combat metabolics, if you have those on board. I’m capable of self-administration. I need to be combat ready a.s.a.p. I must rejoin the Johnny Boy’s CAP and help repel those Pirates as soon as GHAST declares my X-Wing flight worthy. Now, is it possible to comm the ‘JB’ that you’ve recovered me? It’s best if they know they have not lost an asset, but in reality have acquired a few more. Namely Commander Vacks and you, if you mean to help us.... You’ll have more than our thanks in this. Captain Lasso may be a Merc, but he’s also an honorable man."

"Think I saw some stims etc. in the medical locker this side of the Cockpit bulkhead, port side of the ship, Winterkill,", I reply, "JB should already be aware; just told them of your and Ghast's statuses before you called through. Terrel already spoke to them when we got here and saw what was going on. Good to hear your Captain is an honourable man, I'll need all the goodwill I can get hold of! Only thing less believable than an Imperial Intelligence Field Operative saying he wants to defect is an Imperial Intelligence Field Operative from Adjustments Branch saying it! Terrel already knows. Ah, update from Ghast, he's got some non-critical systems responding already.... estimates only a short time before the ship is on-line again.... and he's sent us an IFF Overlay! Decent of him; glad that he and 'Passepartout' seem to be getting along; sometimes the results aren't that pretty!

Evalynne, Owen, we have an IFF recognition overlay, coming through to your stations now!"

Then;

"Johnny Boy to Blood Moon. New assignment. Two to Tango. We need the Blood Moon to escort the Johnny Boy and reinforcements to the Johnny Boy hanger. How copy, over?"

Almost immediately followed, while I'm kicking Blood Moon up to full power, by;

"Johnny Boy to Blood Moon. You have an emergency mission divert. Drop the X-Wing immediately. You have a close air support mission, Danger Close Fire Order. Five Mercs are pinned down by enemy fire and need an emergency Danger Close Fire Order. We are forwarding you their comm codes; identify their comm codes to their body signatures to avoid friendly fire. You have two minutes until danger close, drop all ordnance to clear hanger of enemy hostiles while maintaining safety of boarding team. Then escort Mercs out of pirate hanger back to Johnny Boy. GO! GO! GO!"

"Good copy on both, Johnny Boy. On our way.", I Comm back, then turn to Winterkill. "You've got more combat-pilot experience than I have and your voice and callsign will be known by the other Mercs, so you drive! Handles well and some Sectors require these be registered as Cap-ships! Suggest you bring her in fine on the enemy's flank and splash the main armament along the area short of the Hangar - two Ion Cannon hardwire-firelinked with a Light Turbolaser, so don't hit too close or fire into the Hangar directly, yet! I'll snipe from the top hatch, that's what I'm best at, while Owen works the turret, cover the evac between us. Once the boarding party are in back their ships and out of the Hangar, then you can see what this girl's armament can do to that ship's internal bulkheads! Who knows, we could get lucky and take out her main power bus! 'Passepartout', target one Missile on that lower turret, fire when in optimum range. Also, while I'm out of the cockpit, keep the door closed and locked! Lieutenant Winterkill has the conn, respond to him as you would to me, please."

I grab and don my 'Bucket' then my Deece, rapidly fitting the Sniper attachment into place and helping myself to some spare clips as well, preparatory to heading for the Emergency Hatch.


TAG: greyjedi125, (indirectly Bravo, Sith-I-5, galactic-vagabond422, Laine_Snowtrekker, Uriel Manteroni, Bardan_Jusik, Mitth_Fisto).

 

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Blood Moon - Heading back toward Johnny Boy location, near Draukyze System.
Thought; speech, action, NPC, PC.

The communications officer of JB, is a link to BM, as Uriel is responsible for communications link to the console and Aidan hears the message:

Mmm hmmm ... seems that the thing will get hot !!!

Uriel looks for configuration of shields of Blood Moon and he gets angry! "Damn Aidan !!! Maximum again !!!!" These thoughts pay attention to dialogue between Aidan and JB then hear:

A ray of emotion reaches Uriel !! An assault on the pirate hangar !!! Uriel is instantly transported in thought to his past, 30 years ago ... when he invaded with three squads of Storm Troopers a Capital Ship of the Yuuzhan Vong. Lost two platoons, but destroyed the ship !!!

Uriel stood like a bolt from the communications console, ran to the console of Evalynne, without asking grabbed his two DY-225 heavy blaster pistol !!! The smell of blood was in the air ... and instigated the savage instincts of Uriel. In front of Evalynne, Uriel activated yours weapons, the hum of power capacitor systems blaster rose into the air, then Uriel configured weapons for maximum power jet, ionization short, turning them into true energy short-barreled rifles!

Uriel looked Evalynne. The appearance of the old warrior was creepy ... it was the look of someone who has killed many, and wanted to kill more ... almost ...frenzied

For a moment staring at the girl, who could be his daughter, Uriel thought ... Why do I risk my neck for them? Uriel looked around him ... yes ... why ?? ... Then a metal voice inside his mind echoed (it was Vamp, the central quantum processor your ship): Maybe because it's the right fight for the good guys ... instead of being on the side of the bad guys ...

Uriel walked to your console took the InterComm, made the link for all of the ship and said: "Mates!!! My comm code is VAMPIRE. And I'm ready to give support within the hangar for group Mercs to leave that hangar."

Uriel took out of his Corellian jacket a small capsule. It was a gray cylinder with a small red button. Uriel put this capsule on top of his head and pressed the button, then a burst of blue energy came out of the capsule by contacting the jacket, causing it to turn into combat armor and in the head the capsule unfolded in a helmet.

"Let´s go !! And that swift death or sweet life come! God you protect us!"


TAG: Bravo, galactic-vagabond422, Laine_Snowtrekker, Tim Battershell, greyjedi125, Sith-I-5

OOG: Music--> http://www.vagalume.com.br/linkin-park/the-catalyst.html

 

IC: Winterkill
Aboard the Blood Moon

And here I thought nothing else could surprise me in this galaxy. I’m not sure how I feel about being wrong about that.

After Captain Dodd copies the Johnny Boy, the man turns to me and speaks without any hesitation. This I know, because I would have been able to detect it.

He speaks and says the unexpected. Stunning me further into silence, if such a thing is possible. When he is done, I say nothing at first as I look for a hole in his rationale. He even throws in an opportunity for some payback. Nope. I can’t refute or refuse the man standing before me. With that, I waste no more time. I hope he understands that starfighter pilots are risky by nature, he may not be getting his ship back exactly in one piece, but we can hope.

Besides, the man doesn’t seem to be leaving much room for me the offer any rebuttals as he picks up his helm and informs his crew to respond to me in like manner.

Efficient. Very efficient.

“Thank you, Captain. I’ll get us all home.”

I salute him, wait until he exits the cockpit, then do as he suggested and lock the door behind him. Only then do I turn and take the controls.

“Hmmm.”

It takes me only a few moments to familiarize myself with what I see. Navigation, propulsion, weapons communication, H.U.D. Countermeasures. I can’t begin to recall how many ships I’ve stolen in the past, however, crafts built for humanoids are the easiest to figure out. I also realize that certain functions will be locked-out without a proper password. Fine by me.

In moments, I sink my helm to the Blood Moon’s communication channel.

“Blood Moon crew; this is Flight Lieutenant Winterkill. I’ll be piloting your ship for the duration of the DCFO ( Danger Close Fire Order). Strap yourselves in and watch your heads. It will get a bit bumpy.”

I wish Ghast was here, but Passepartout seems ‘friendly’ enough.

“Hey there buddy.”

The engines respond pretty smoothly as I begin to take us forward. I bring up the mission parameters on the H.U.D. as I also warm up the ships weapons. I see Passepartout is already attempting to get a solid missile lock on the enemy turret. I smile for a brief second.

There. Merc ID codes. This is going to be tricky, but I’m really up to the challenge.

“JB, this is Flight Lieutenant Winterkill currently piloting the Blood Moon. Copy mission objective, launching and executing sortie now. Begin mission countdown. Going in hot. Winterkill out.”

I test the maneuverability of the ship with a quick, pitch, yaw and roll. Not bad, not bad. Maneuvering thrusters are stable. I don’t try shield modulation, but I’m sure ‘Passepartout’ will be instrumental in my movements. I’m also counting on the gunners aboard the ship.

“Ok, Blood Moon, let’s go hunting.”

I plan my approach as I come in fast. We will not be an easy target for the pirates, but we will respond to their defenses with maximum prejudice.

Tag: @Tim Battershell, ( Blood Moon Crew), JB @Sith-I-5 and @Bravo


OOC: I don’t want to assume where things may or may not be. If you can set up the scene, I’m sure we can take it from there.

 

IC: Havah Jeth
The Dishonourable Mynock

Seeing one of his shots take a pirate down he grunted. More at Yavscout's surprise more than stepping into the wind storm. Mag boots, you had to enjoy the perks when they came in handy. As the body slid toward them he put two quick rounds through the helmet. Best to make sure it wasn't a near dead going down in suicide with a bomb to be the pirate hero.

Re-aiming he hugged the wall near Yavscout's hind-quarters and opened fire again. "Is the plan to take all their air so they surrender? Or do you have a plan in fighting against the wind here?" It was a little flippant to issue on the teams channel to whomever thought they were in charge, but as a blaster shot hit the wall near his head he felt entitled to it.

"If you want I could blow the other doors and speed up the process?"

TAG: Sith-I-5, Bardan_Jusik

 

IC: Owen Byrne
On board the Skipray, Draukyze System

Owen got no response from Vacks about the pilot’s condition but, the pilot walking under his own power past the soldier’s station answered the question.

"Lieutenant Winterkill, requesting to speak with Captain Aidan." The new comer said at the threshold of the cockpit. The rocketjock was a lieutenant, Owen felt a little ashamed for not showing proper respect to an officer. Winterkill requested stims and combat metabolics, he wanted back in the fight as quick as possible. Owen could respect that, in the same situation he would do everything he could to help his team.

“Evalynne, Owen, we have an IFF recognition overlay, coming through to your stations now!" Aiden called out. The monitor changes marking friendlies in blue, enemies in red. He sighed in relief, no bogies out of visual range behind them. New orders came in from the Jonny Boy, Danger Close Fire Order. “I'll snipe from the top hatch, that's what I'm best at, while Owen works the turret, cover the evac between us.” The Captain said in conversation with Winterkill. Suppressive fire, one of the main uses of repeating blaster and, in this case a ship turret. “Lieutenant Winterkill has the conn, respond to him as you would to me, please." Aiden said stepping out in full armor.

“Understood sir,” the former stormtrooper replied. Behind him Uriel moved to grab his weapons from Evalynne.

"Mates!” the older man said into the intercom “My comm code is VAMPIRE. And I'm ready to give support within the hangar for group Mercs to leave that hangar." As Uriel activated his armor, part of Owen wanted to join the action outside the ship. Take the fight to the pirates personally but, his orders were clear, protect the Mercs inside with the turret.

“Blood Moon crew;” the pilot called out “this is Flight Lieutenant Winterkill. I’ll be piloting your ship for the duration of the DCFO ( Danger Close Fire Order). Strap yourselves in and watch your heads. It will get a bit bumpy.” The soldier strapped himself back into his chair and put his helmet back on.

“Owen Byrne ready for action,” He reported to the acting captain.

TAG: greyjedi125 Tim Battershell Uriel Manteroni Laine_Snowtrekker Sith-I-5

 

IC: Aidan Dodd
Blood Moon - Extraction Cover Mission, near Draukyze System.

"Mates!!! My comm code is VAMPIRE. And I'm ready to give support within the hangar for group Mercs to leave that hangar.... Let´s go !! And that swift death or sweet life come! God you protect us!"

"Fates save us!", I think to myself after Uriel's outburst, "A 'Death-or-Glory' type! Astral.... Not!"

"Hold your Eopies, there, Uriel!", I say as I pass him, "Don't go cracking that entryway until we know the ship will fit inside and the Bay's got atmo! Evalynne doesn't appear to have a suit and I don't even know if she's operated in hard vacuum before! My read on this part of the action is that the boarding team need to withdraw to regroup; then go back in greater numbers. If I'm right, you'll likely get your chance then."

Evalynne and Owen are concentrating on their battle-stations - wish Uriel was too, man must have the attention-span of a flitnat! - so I don't disturb them.

So, open lower hatch, climb ladder, close hatch. Tether Deece to my wrist, tether self to top rung of internal ladder. Vent airlock atmo. and open outer hatch. There's the Hangar Bay.... not much sign of the Mercs (if those are the sentients I'm seeing) being 'pinned down' exactly - in fact I can't see any rounds burning a path across the Hangar at all, in any direction!

"Lieutenant, Snake. Could you open our firing angles to maximum by swinging us broadside to, please? Also have friendlys give us a wave to confirm who they are?"


TAG: greyjedi125, (indirectly Bravo, Sith-I-5, galactic-vagabond422, Laine_Snowtrekker, Uriel Manteroni, Bardan_Jusik, Mitth_Fisto).

 

IC: Uriel Manteroni
Blood Moon - Extraction Cover Mission, near Draukyze System.
Thought; speech, action, NPC, PC.

Aidan took

Aidan says:

Uriel silently agree with Aidan. Uriel remembered the message from JB:

Uriel then accesses the communications console, find the code and make a link sent to all consoles crew and especially with the identification system embedded in his helmet, also makes the link with the helmet of Aidan ... well I hope he place the helmet for battle ...

Uriel with a finger activates the system of planning of his helmet vision, immediately a symbology of mathematical flowchart appears, then Uriel look to Aidan and he sees image of Aidan in the transparent-liquid-crystal his helmet in green color ... Uriel runs and approaches Aidan and say: "The ground IFF system is active on our helmets!: GREEN-->Good Boys; RED--> Bad Boys" Then Aidan opened the last frontier between the Blood Moon and the Den of Pirates.

"Aidan ... I'm on your back."

Uriel stands in order to combat: http://s1252.photobucket.com/user/Manteroni/media/2028TheMatrix_zps9719c3b2.jpg.html?o=0

"Yeahh ... like old times !!"

@greyjedi125, @Bravo, @Sith-I-5, @galactic-vagabond422, @Laine_Snowtrekker, @Tim Battershell, @Bardan_Jusik, @Mitth_Fisto

 

IC: Beskaryc Taab/Atin Taab
Hanger Bay, The Dishonourable Mynock

Yav's droid, Taab never bothered to actually remember the shabla thing's designation, made its way towards where he and his son and hunkered down behind the blaster pocked X-Wing. "What do you want?" he shouted to it, but before it could answer Lasso's voice came through on the comms.

"Iron Hand; Safety. Johnny Boy. Iron Hand, reform the boarding party under your command. Retreat to a defensable area. I am sending in the Blood Moon to clear the area for your retreat under Danger Close protocols."

Taab laughed in spite of himself. Retreat to a defensible area? They hadn't advanced far enough to have anywhere to retreat back to yet. And what the hell was a Blood Moon? Skipper must have been making friends while Taab and the boarding party were otherwise engaged.

"Be ready for decompression and make sure your all tied to something and close to your fighters. Broadcast your Merc comm codes to emergency broadcast to avoid friendly fire. ETA two minutes."

Well at least that part should be easy Taab thought as another blaster bolt sparked off the X-Wing. He and his son were still tethered down to it satisfying both of the Skipper's requirements. He wasn't so sure about the others. He commed out to them. "Safety, Spook, you heard Quagmire. Make sure you're both locked down but ready to roll." He paused before adding as he set his own comm system to emergency broadcast. It would make a simple but effective form of IFF. "And everyone make sure you're broadcasting, fratricide is a bith."

"If you want I could blow the other doors and speed up the process?" Taab laughed again, causing Atin to look over to him quizzically behind his own faceplate. "Want to let me in on the joke, buir?"

His moment of inattention cost him as a blaster bolt caught him in the chest, splattering against his durasteel armor. The Mandalorian youth fell to the ground as Taab popped up and fired another pair of blaster bolts in the direction the shot had come from. "I'm...I'm OK." His son got to a knee gingerly, there was a smoking pockmark in his chestplate now. Taab gave it a glance, wishing his son used beskar plates like he did.

"It didn't penetrate." He returned his attention to the pirate who had shot his son. The human was poking around a series of stacked crates, no telling what they contained from here. "That's gonna be sore in the morning, but you're fine." Atin nodded and coughed as he picked up his blaster from the deck. Taab for his part had sighted in on the human pirate and fired off his wrist rocket at him.

The anti-armor warhead shot across the short distance of the hanger deck and impacted the stack of crates being used as cover. Well cover for blaster fire, Taab's weapon selection turned the pirate's choice of safe haven into a short lived fireball, killing the enemy immediately. Taab smiled grimly, yes it had been overkill, but the man had shot his son. He got back to Jeth now.

"Blow it Spook. The more chaos we cause the easier it will be to disengage."

TAG: Bravo, Sith-I-5, Mitth_Fisto, Tim Battershell, Uriel Manteroni and the rest of the Blood Moon gang.

 

IC: BX-commando droids, Pirate Lieutenant Eradic, Johnny Boy second level, and hangar
Location: near Draukyze


The six droids had been reduced to five even before the Al'Kesh and his Quick Reaction Force turned up and filled the short corridor alongside Medical with heavy blaster fire, heat, and the smell of ozone.

The pilot disappeared down the hole with a shriek. Another droid went down under the onslaught, torso and head cratered with smoking holes.

"Position untenable," announced one of the droids returning fire on the QRF, E-5 blaster carbine in a double-hand grip. "Retreat to the forward turbolifts, two by two."

The two BX's facing forward rose off their knees, and proceeded together to the next intersection, with the left-most droid splitting off to secure what would turn out to be the brig.

There was the discreet rattle of a fragmentation grenade coming up through the hole, and rolling down the deckplate hillock.

"Oh, cra-"

BANG!

Bits of commando droid, and, well, frag', zipped through the air to clatter off walls, Al'kesh and Pixi ducking aside to avoid injury while the SBDs continued remorselessly after the two droids that were left.

* * * *
Hangar

Falling the height of the hangar did not hurt quite as much as Lieutenant Eradic thought it would, but then he had a heavy repeating blaster in his face, and he quickly re-prioritised.

"Don't resist," The gun-toter breathed, "Or I'll waste you here and now."

An older gentle-being announced his presence. "Hello!"

"Hello?" Eradic lay back with his hands open and palms showing, addressing the second speaker, but looking and smiling at the Data's blaster and face. He had to think fast.

"The name is Crewmen Waters. Would you care to surrender yourself over to us so my friend there won't have to terminate your life? It gets messy. Oh, and, why are you boarding our beloved ship? Hank?"

That seemed the be the end of the exchange with "Crewman Waters", so Eradic returned his attention to the business end of the blaster.

"Nice job, Pal" Eradic's face softened into a confident smile, one gloved hand pointing a finger down towards his own raised knee. "Check my suit pouch for my badge wallet. I'm an 'Arse'."

Tag: Bravo

OOC: 'Arse' = Anoat Revenue Service: Enforcement

Based on Miami Vice pilot episode

 

IC: Evalynne Smith
Aboard the Blood Moon

McShouty was going to get them killed. How in the universe had that man become an admiral?

Then again, maybe that was exactly why.

He'd grabbed his weapons, creepily stared at her, and activated his armor after the announcement that the Blood Moon was to be helping the friendlies aboard the pirate ship. Her opinion of him was decreasing the longer they spent time on the ship together. Thankfully, Aidan (the picture of competence, apparently) had stopped him from doing something stupid and/or thoughtless. Her opinion of him kept increasing.

Her display had been overlaid with updated information on who was friendly and who was not. Still nothing on the ship skirting the edges of the sensors--maybe it was gone, maybe the sensors had too much data to be going on, or maybe it had finally figured out how to entirely duck the Blood Moon's sensors. Anyway, not her problem at this current time.

Evalynne glanced over at Owen, who still looked a little ill from his excursion into vacuum, and then back to her displays. She didn't even know how to do that--she barely knew how to do anything, it seemed. Didn't know this kind of ship, didn't know their lingo (what was a 'Danger Close Fire Order'?), didn't know much of anything despite her intelligence. She was doing what she'd been ordered to do, watching the sensors, but she was feeling a bit. . . well, a bit useless. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Maybe there'd been a good reason the Empire had rejected her application--

No. Can't go down that path. Can't think self-defeating thoughts. I can learn. I can learn how to fly ships like this or the X-Wing outside. Or the lingo. Or how to work in vacuum. Or anything they asked her to do.

As long as she lived through the current events. Which, at present, wouldn't be long if McShouty kept playing the fool.

“Blood Moon crew," came the patient-turned-pilot's voice over the comm, “this is Flight Lieutenant Winterkill. I’ll be piloting your ship for the duration of the DCFO ( Danger Close Fire Order). Strap yourselves in and watch your heads. It will get a bit bumpy.”

Good thing she was already strapped in, then. She rubbed a hand over her still-stiff neck muscles. This may have been a bad idea (the jury was still out on that), but this was where she was now, and this is where she needed to be functioning. Right now, the sensors were her duty, and that's where she'd be.

TAG: greyjedi125, Tim Battershell, galactic-vagabond422, Uriel Manteroni, Bravo, Intervention

 

IC: Jason Lasso
Bridge, Johnny Boy


“JB, this is Flight Lieutenant Winterkill currently piloting the Blood Moon. Copy mission objective, launching and executing sortie now. Begin mission countdown. Going in hot. Winterkill out.”


DelPike nodded as the words filled his headset, "Johnny Boy to Blood Moon. We copy your transmission. Starting countdown," DelPike turns, "Captain, Blood Moon inbound. Lieutenant Winterkill piloting."

"Copy comms. Keep me up to date," Lasso said, adding, "Sensors, enemy ship status?"

"Engines disabled, Captain," Wa Yay announces, "Enemy communications still disabled."

"Copy," Lasso said, "Communications, address the Fuzzy to eliminate enemy communications array. Order the CAP to remain escort position. Gunnery, provide Fuzzy with covering fire, marking emplacements as priority. Helm, adjust our depth on position to provide gunnery with angle on enemy communications' array and hold position. Gunnery, fire at will, include missiles if needed."

"Johnny Boy to Fuzzy. New target assignment. Johnny Boy will provide fire support," The Mercs' Corvette's turbolasers rumbled and green bolts of lights laced out to any nearby enemy gunnery emplacements on the Fuzzy's logical approach to the communications' array, "You are to disable enemy communications array immediately. Confirm order and execute, over?"

"Captain," Wa Yay said carefully, "Interior sensors are picking up a..." the senior non-com hesitated.

"Chief Petty Officer?" Lasso said, "Your report."

Wa Yay shook her head, "A worm hole, sir. On Deck Two."

"Security camera are disabled on Deck Two, Troop Quarters. Unknown cause. All security assets are deployed to other areas of conflict aboard the ship," the B1 Battle Droid at the security station announced, "Diverting security teams would weaken overall ship security and put the ship at risk."

"Dak?" Lasso said.

"On it," the droid said, getting up, "I would advice locking down the bridge, Captain."

"Noted it," Lasso said, adding, "Anything coming out of that worm hole, Chief Petty Officer?"

"Yes, Captain," Wa Yay said, adding, "Worm hole has collapsed. One signature..." Wa Yay shook her head, "Captain, it's dead."

"Confirm, Chief Petty Officer?" Lasso said.

"Captain, one signature has come out of that worm hole. And it's dead. I can't give anything else then that. Its a body signature for sure, Captain."

"Proceed with caution," Lasso said as he looked up at Dak, "Anything you can't handle, blow it out the ship. We have enough redecorating to do, a hole in the hull isn't going to affect things much. Whatever it is, it doesn't leave Deck Two. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly, Captain," and with that, Dak exited the bridge and proceeded on to Deck Two.


TAG Sith-I-5 (Fuzzy), greyjedi125 (Blood Moon), All Players

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IC: Crewmen Timothy Waters
Hanger Bay, Johnny Boy


"Nice job, Pal" Eradic's face softened into a confident smile, one gloved hand pointing a finger down towards his own raised knee. "Check my suit pouch for my badge wallet. I'm an 'Arse'."

Waters used the Force to levitate the badge out of the suit and into his hands; he opened it and shrugged when he folded it back, "And give me one really good reason why we shouldn't shoot you? You endangered our ship's crew. And what are you doing with pirates? Make it snappy and nice, because you have one minute. Data?"

"My pleasure," the soldier breathed with anger, releasing the safety off the weapon and preparing.


TAG Sith-I-5

 

IC: Al'kesh, JB Deck Two

The Devaronian kept to the corner of the intersection, so he could divide attention between the progression of his QRF, and the B1 near him bearing Mahaben's body bag.

His droids were level with Medical now.

He narrowed his eyes as he tried to guage the probability of jedi or droid catching a stray shot, should he allow it to follow at their backs.

TAG: No-one

 

IC: Winterkill
On rescue maneuvers

[Mates! My comm code is VAMPIRE.]. This was the voice of the would-be-medic. A peculiar individual, but hopefully one that would prove efficient. He did managed to get the nagai back on his feet, so that had to count for something!

[ Owen Byrne ready for action] came the confirmation from the gunnery station. Hmm. No callsign. Not a problem.

“Copy that, Vampire, Owen.”

No report from the sensors station, at least not yet.

Captain Aidan Dodd commed next.

[Lieutenant, Snake. Could you open our firing angles to maximum by swinging us broadside to, please? Also, have friendlys give us a wave to confirm who they are?”]

“Copy , Snake. My callsign is Specter. Initiating approach vector now. As for waving, I highly doubt that will be possible. Please pay close attention to friendly IDs. I can tell you from experience, they will be too busy trading with the enemy. As is, the four are two mandos, an arkanian and an…elf. They would be the four everyone else is shooting at. Copy?”

I get the sense that Snake is not asking for himself and is doing his best to reduce the chances of a mishap. He is indeed a good captain.

Winterkill brings his focus to his piloting, giving the gunner a good angled view of the Pirate ship’s broadside. As suggested by Snake, Winterkill took the opportunity to fire off the ion cannons at any armaments near the hangar opening, if any. Any UGLYs would be face with ion and blaster fire simultaneously.

As promised, Winterkill put the maneuvering capabilities of the Blood Moon to the test as he banked hard to avoid any shots and kept outside the firing angle of any heavy weapons fire.

Finally, he saw the hangar and the flashes of light inside, clear evidence of a firefight. The nagai switched to the Merc’s channel for a moment.

“Safety, Spook, Iron Hand, Scorch. Specter here. Coming in hot for extraction on a skipray blast boat. Raining down suppressing fire. Sorry to miss the party.”

It was time these pirates learned they took the wrong job.

Winterkill skillfully maneuvered the Blood Moon to a lateral slide as he took measured shots. The point was to force the pirates to fall back or perish.

“Sensors, enhance IFF target acquisition and location within the hangar if possible. We’re only going to get one chance to do this. Confirm a landing spot on H.U.D.”

He expected some initial, though foolish resistance from the pirates, but hopefully, they could exploit the element of surprise. And so, the Blood Moon came in ever closer, using tactical offense as a defense, as it sought to land and provide an escape for the Mercs.

Tag: @Tim Battershell, @galactic-vagabond422, @Laine_Snowtrekker, @Uriel Manteroni, @Bardan_Jusik, @Mitth_Fisto, @Sith-I-5, @Bravo

 

IC: Aidan Dodd
Blood Moon - Extraction Cover Mission, near Draukyze System.

"The ground IFF system is active on our helmets!: GREEN-->Good Boys; RED--> Bad Boys.",. This from Uriel/Vampire. Man's got a lot of names, but knows what he's doing, as I see when I blink my Bucket into its, rarely used, Tactical mode. Green haloes around two figures at the Hangar rear, also two by a doorway to the left, one of whom looks to be practising a rock-climber's 'chimney-ascent' technique!

"Copy, Snake. My callsign is Specter. Initiating approach vector now. As for waving, I highly doubt that will be possible. Please pay close attention to friendly IDs. I can tell you from experience, they will be too busy trading with the enemy. As is, the four are two mandos, an arkanian and an... elf. They would be the four everyone else is shooting at. Copy?"

"Good copy, Specter. I see them, and they're showing as friendly on my Bucket's systems.... Break.... Thanks for that, Vampire!.... Snake, Clear.". I'll be curious to meet a certified, genuine 'Elf'; at the moment Specter's ears give him the closest appearance-match to the beings in those childhood tales, remembered from long ago bedtime stories!

As Blood Moon swivels and commences a lateral slide in toward the entrance, a red-haloed figure comes into view, not far inside the Bay. Seems the Mutt either hasn't noticed an entire starship about to arrive sideways, or can't decide on the safest vector for an evasion attempt! No matter, I line up on his faceplate and squeeze off my Deece's first round of the action. No test of my skill or the Deece's capabilities, this shot, could almost have done it by instinctive alignment, but I nevertheless use the sights and make certain of my aim.

Good thing about the Sniper Attachment, it's rather like the Wookiees' trademark weapon, firing a solid projectile encased in a sheath of blaster-energy, quite capable of punching through a faceplate then, more often than not, charging around inside a target's helmet, liquidising the subject's head!

"Grim, Specter; Snake. One visible tango eliminated, right-front of Bay. Grim, suggest you sanitise right-hand wall and rear wall to close by the Mandos' position, please, flush tangos to let me or the Mandos slot them. Not too close, though, they're probably seriously annoyed at getting pinned; wisest not to get them annoyed at any of us as well! Traverse and cover the left doorway when done, support evac. of the two friendlys there.... No one through that doorway but them! Specter, when Grim’s done, please tell friendlys to start banging-out to their ships. They can vent their feelings with ship lasers and a Torpedo each to support our damage once all friendly ships're clear. We both know you want to let this lady rip!.... Snake, Clear."


TAG: greyjedi125, galactic-vagabond422, Uriel Manteroni, (indirectly Bravo, Sith-I-5, galactic-vagabond422, Laine_Snowtrekker, Bardan_Jusik, Mitth_Fisto).

 

IC: Evalynne Smith
Aboard the Blood Moon

Winterkill, the patient-turned-pilot, spoke again. “Sensors, enhance IFF target acquisition and location within the hangar if possible. We’re only going to get one chance to do this. Confirm a landing spot on H.U.D.”

Evalynne nodded, quite forgetting that there wasn't a way for Winterkill to see her doing so, and glanced over the keys again.

Luckily, there was a way to enhance the IFF overlay, especially since they were now much closer than before. She pressed the requisite buttons.

"IFF enhanced," she said, watching as the outlines around both friends and foes (and their ships) grew brighter.

There shouldn't be a way to miss who was who now. Of course, she could be wrong, but that seemed to be the course this day had set for her.

She didn't see a landing spot, not with the friendlies' ships filling most of what she could see on her display. The only option she could see was landing right in front of the foes on the right of the hangar--that would certainly provide cover! But that didn't sound tactically sound, even to her. A bit daring, maybe, and even a bit daft, but not necessarily smart.

But maybe the enhanced IFF would allow someone with more skill to see something she hadn't (couldn't have?) seen yet and act accordingly.

TAG: greyjedi125, Tim Battershell, Intervention, Bravo, galactic-vagabond422, Uriel Manteroni, anyone else I missed in this increasingly long list of tags

 

IC: Owen Byrne
On board the Skipray, Draukyze System

Owen watched the ship enter the hangar and turn sideways, giving the gunner a wide view of the space. There was a burn mark on the right side next to some destroyed crates. Two men in what appear to be Mandolorian armor were taking cover behind an X-wing.

“Grim,” Aiden called over the com, “suggest you sanitise right-hand wall and rear wall to close by the Mandos' position, please, flush tangos to let me or the Mandos slot them. Not too close, though, they're probably seriously annoyed at getting pinned; wisest not to get them annoyed at any of us as well! Traverse and cover the left doorway when done, support evac. of the two friendlys there.... No one through that doorway but them! ”

“Understood, sir,” Owen replied. He focused in on the designated positon and opened fire. With the first burst the soldier wasn’t aiming to hit the pirates, just spook them into running into the line of fire. The second volley he swept the turret from right to left, hopefully driving any pirates not scared by the initial attack out into the open. He made sure to stop his arc well before the two armored beings location. Firing the turret though a terminal felt disconnecting, the report was muffled by the hull and, the recoil was non-existent. It seemed almost more like a holo-game than actual combat but, he couldn’t let this new way of doing things distract him, real lives were at stake. Turning the turret to the left, he saw a slightly open door, with one being wedged in the frame another taking cover on the wall. "Specter, tell your men I've got them covered." Owen said in to the ship intercom.

TAG: Tim Battershell greyjedi125 Bardan_Jusik Sith-I-5 Mitth_Fisto

 

IC: Pirate Y-TIE
Cockpit, under The Dishonourable Mynock


Yelm (Sullustan, male) wasn't stupid. Neither was his co-pilot/gunner, Tag'ka (Trandoshan, male). Both wore armored flight suits of black clothing and red armor in color; they were the best pilots the Dishonorable Mynock had, which spoke of their continued life thus far. The safest place in this fire fight was right where the enemy corvette wouldn't shoot---at the hanger. It also provided another means to defend their stricken pirate vessel.

"Their in," Yelm said, watching the enemy Skypray disappear into the hanger above them..

"Goooodzzz," Tag-ka slithered his tongue over the mike like a hunter, "Timez for paybackz."

"Stop licking your comlink, it'll short-circuit," Yelm barked, bringing them out from under the ship and hovered it in front of the hanger, hovering roughly 100 meters from the hanger as to avoid any back-blast; Yelm smiled as the enemy Skypray was in sight, "Cook 'em!"

"Pleasurezzzz," Tag'ka said, as he flipped over for the proton torpedoes and depressed the button, "Byez, byez..." the alien grinned as two proton torpedoes flew away towards the Skypray..


TAG Tim Battershell, galactic-vagabond422, Laine_Snowtrekker, greyjedi125, Uriel Manteroni, Bardan_Jusik, Sith-I-5 (Yav only---if so desired, other then no reply), @Mitth_Fisto

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IC: Al'kesh, BX-commando droids, Johnny Boy second level
Location: near Draukyze


Al'kesh motioned for the B1 Battle Droid near Mahaben's body bag, "Hold here. Nothing gets past you."

The droid nodded, "Roger, roger."

Darting around the corner, the Devaronian made use of one of the many reasons why Taab employed him: Zhoul's daring skill. Running up behind the rank and file of the B2's, Taab's "second" slid under the B2's, aiming his blaster down in front of him. One of the two last remaining BX-commandos didn't see that coming and a head shot took off it's head, dropping it's now headless body to the deck. The other BX-Command saw the threat and adjusted, his blaster square at Zhoul; but the distraction was all that was needed as several blaster bolts from the B2's slammed into the last remaining droid.

Zhoul was still sliding when he allowed his foot to catch the edge of the hole in Deck Two. He allowed his agile body to adjust as he flipped himself up and over the hole and landed by the BX-Commando droid, grabbing it's head and snapping it off with pure animalistic strength before the droid's body even hit the ground.

Sparks fading from the snapped off head, Zhoul bounced the intact head in his hands, "Now, we get to see who gave you orders, why, and what else your memory holds for us," the Devaronian grinned as he turned to the stopped B2's, "Secure this Deck. Nothing gets in or out without the Captain's or my approval," the droids turned without saying a word and went on to positioning sentry posts around Deck Two while Zhoul got on his ear comlink, "Bridge, this is QRF, Deck two. Al'kesh commanding. Boarding threat neturilzed, Deck Two secure. And Bridge, I was able to save one of the BX-Commando droids' heads. We should be able to tap into it and get some useful intell."

Lasso's voice came back over the comlink, "Copy, QRF. Good work. We have troubling sensor readings on the aft of Deck Two, near the Troops' Barracks. Dak is en-route to investigate now. Whatever comes out of that Troops' Barracks, if it's not Dak, blast it to bits. It does not leave Deck Two. Do you copy?"

"Loud and clear, Bridge," Zhoul said, "Unknown threat rear of Deck Two. Eliminate before leaving Deck Two. Hold position, Dak is on his way up to assist in threat assessments. QRF clear."


TAG Bravo (for Dak)

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IC: Pirate Lieutenant Eradic
Hanger


"Does 'up yours' count?" the pirate shot back, smiling.

Timothy sighed, "Data?"

The soldier flipped around his rifle and clocked the man across the head with the butt of his rifle; the pirate dropped to the hanger floor, "He'll have a headache when he wakes up."


TBC (when Sith returns)

 

GM Approved Rebel Special Operations Mission Group: Flying Coffin

Name: "Abbott" Real name unlisted
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Species: Human.
Homeworld: Ord Mantel
Affiliation: Rebellion

Physical Appearance
Skin Color: Black
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: Black, head is shaved.
Height: 1.6 meters
Weight (optional): .
Clothing: Average spacers ensemble in tans and light browns. Think Han Solo with class as he likes to say.
Weapon: DC-15 blaster pistol and E-11 blaster rifle. Carries dagger and hold out stunner in his boots.

Brief History
Job Title: Leader / Combat Medic
History: A young runaway from no one knows where, his official history begins as a young teen joining rouge renegades on heists.

Once old enough he enlisted as a cabin boy on a mercenary vessel, then transferred to serve under a blacker flag for a few years before making a lateral transition into the 'private sector' of private security firms. After a life of robbing, fighting, and guarding Abbott feels he has the galaxy pegged, and when the Rebellion came courting he signed up after making sure he would be a lucrative free operator, a Mission Group who only took orders from Alliance brass and did the things in a week most platoons couldn't in a month.


Name: "Touch" Real name unlisted
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Species: Twi'lek.
Homeworld: Coruscant
Affiliation: Rebellion

Physical Appearance
Skin Color: Red
Eye Color: Soft Yellow
Hair Color: N/A.
Height: 1.7 meters
Weight (optional): .
Clothing: Black skin tight suit with belt and thigh pouches. (Think Mara Jade style)
Weapon: DC-15 blaster pistol and wrist rockets. Carries dagger and hold out stunner in her boots, and supposedly a couple other small hidden weapons in sensitive places. Component weapon in soles of her boots.

Brief History
Job Title: Weapon's Specialist / Medic
History: Med School drop out after her first residency in the Alien Sector's trauma wards. She found a lucrative way to pay off her debt as the personal medic to a Sullustan arms dealer.

An unconfirmed suspicion is whether or not she had a hand in the Sullustan's disappearance, and whether or not she shadow ran his enterprise for six months prior to everything falling apart as Black Sun raided the weapons caches and Rebel agents raided the safe houses and bank accounts. Within the former she was found and portrayed herself as a victim to be rescued. Fortunately or not she was taken off world for safe transit by one code named "Leader" or Abbott who was wounded in 'rescuing'. At which point she, using her skills, blasted their pursuit, aided in patching him up to escape to his ship to escape from the Black Sun thugs moving in.

She has been a part of his crew ever since.


Name: "Squeaker" Real name unlisted
Gender: Male
Age: 52
Species: Trandoshan.
Homeworld: Trandosha (Hsskor)
Affiliation: Rebellion

Physical Appearance
Skin Color: Mottled Gray
Eye Color: Orange
Crest Color: Red.
Height: 2.1 meters
Weight (optional): .
Clothing: Spacer suit with plated under armor rated to stop vibro-blades.
Weapon: Arm mounted retractable vibro machetes. Trandoshan hunting rifle. Multiple grenades and ceremonial dagger.

Brief History
Job Title: Muscle
History: A typical brutal child hood of eat or be eaten. To be blunt his life is a testament that he ate his siblings and whatever creatures were put into his childhood pit of life. At age he left his home world with his parent as part of a hunting party to garner Jaggarnath points and become a better killing member of galactic society.

On a particularly brutal hunt on Dxun, as his group disdained 'safari' kills, they bit off more than they could chew. In the end only he and two others survived the hunt. His father was avenged in that, but they all went their own ways, one home, one to find another hunting party, and he decided to search for better prey by joining mercenary groups. After bouncing around between groups for a while, which was good, he felt after a decade of this that he was getting to old to be racking up his Jaggarnath points so slowly. At this rate he felt he would barely earn a modest after life, and so left to seek a position that would allow him to reserve something more better to deserve in the after life.

Putting an add out on the black market with a few references, he turned down plenty of offers until one came along from an ugly human that intrigued him. Rebellion may be a weak cause, but it was good strategy to a better after life. Abbott even used that as part of his pitch to the human's credit, and 'Squeaker' has been racking up points ever since.


Name: "Jizz" Real name unlisted
Gender: Female
Age: 35
Species: Bith.
Homeworld: Clak'dor VII
Affiliation: Rebellion

Physical Appearance
Skin Color: Pale Yellow / Off white
Eye Color: Black
Hair Color: N/A.
Height: 1.4 meters
Weight (optional): .
Clothing: Full green technician jumpsuit. Large back pack, utility belt, and suit is riddled with pockets.
Weapon: DC-15 blaster pistol. Carries dagger and stun baton in her boot and thigh holster respectively.

Brief History
Job Title: Technician / Military Operational Engineer
History: A young volunteer in her city states military engineering corps she saw her share of practice drills on Clak'dor VII, IV, and beyond to even a Gree held world. Actually the last with mindless natives as part of the live action training was the closest she came to actual service.

After her duty to her service, and reproductive responsibilities with a random male donor were done she set out to find something more fulfilling with her life. Something which she found in private sector militia's, planetary peace brigades, and even an odd Moff's service. Through these stints she came to the conclusion that the present government was not in the interest of those species that made up the Empire, something which made joining the Rebellion a desired goal to either alter the current system or create a new one. After all if a machine is broken, you either repair or replace it after all.

Due to her skill set she often aided in setting up bases and safe points before shipping off to another part of the galaxy. Her skill with explosives and a blaster also saw her tasked with special mission groups. After a few missions with her present group over a couple years, and after the Yavin debacle, she requested permanent tasking with the group. Something with their new mission allowed the request to be granted by Alliance Command.


Name: "Paths" Real name unlisted
Gender: Male
Age: 44
Species: Duros.
Homeworld: Space
Affiliation: Rebellion

Physical Appearance
Skin Color: Blue-gray
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: N/A.
Height: 1.5 meters
Weight (optional): .
Clothing: Powder Blue space suit with helmet and harness.
Weapon: DC-15s blaster pistol and E-11 blaster rifle. Carries survival tool and a six pack of self sticking micro explosives.

Brief History
Job Title: Pilot / Diplomacy
History: Bouncing from job to job was a commonality for a spacer, and along the way his name and enamor with the galaxy both faded. While working with a private sector firm as a driver / pilot he was paired with an odd human kid. The strange thing wanted called Abbott and normally went on about some belief system he had when they were alone. Still they both stuck their necks out for each other and seems to work out.

When the kid said he was leaving to start a special missions unit for the Rebellion Paths signed up as well. After all, they had found their way together for a while, why stop a good traveling journey when it was still good?


Name: "Yabba" Real name redacted
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Species: Human.
Homeworld: Nar Shaddaa
Affiliation: Rebellion

Physical Appearance
Skin Color: Tan / Oriental
Eye Color: Blue eyes
Hair Color: Brown shaggy hair.
Height: 1.4 meters
Weight (optional): .
Clothing: Gray jump suit riddled with pockets, hard shell back pack with hard wired electronics and cable spools.
Weapon: CR-1 shotgun. Carries utility tool and hold out stunner blaster in his thigh pocket.

Brief History
Job Title: Slicer
History: Having parents that actually are able to make ends meet with a little extra is a rarity on Nar Shaddaa. Although the fact that he did not have to join a street gang, or child labor force to help make ends meet led him to being more of a shut in. It was simply safer that way.

With only his consoles, droids being repaired from his families shop, and pads to entertain himself with on the black market hub of the galaxy he soon fell into an old role. Slicer. He didn't care what he data-mined from the droids or off the holo-net. It was just a way to pass the time, and he knew if he got good enough he might even be able to be his own freelance slicer some day. An odd dream to the rest of the galaxy, but on a Hutt world where the illegal was common place it was somewhat of a naive and sweet childhood dream.

After a few close calls his parents sent him off to a distant relative on Chandrilla. They felt if he stayed any longer a close call would see their boy indentured to a Hutt or victim of a revenge killing. Although a change of location may of done good, it did not change their child who rebelled at being shipped off to a podunk flat world with hardly any superstructure to speak of. Which led to him gaining attention yet again, only this time instead of death threats or forced service, he was offered a job and a cause. Taking it largely for spite he joined this 'Rebellion', although as time went on he began to actually take the cause on as his own. Albeit he refuses to stay in a 'death trap' or base, and prefers to remain mobile. Something which led to his volunteering for and assignment to a special missions group, and he has never looked back.

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Starship​

---Name: Thumper​

---Class: PB-950 Patrol Boat​

---Speed: 1050 kmh atmo​

---Hull Rating: Double Hull Design​

---Shields: Yes.​

---Ejection System: 2 escape pods​

---Life Support: In working order​

---Hyperdrive Class: 1x Main, 10x backup​

---Weapon(s): 2 quad laser turrets (top and bottom), 2 medium ion cannons (fore and aft), 1 concussion missile turret (top amid ship when extended), 1 ground buzzer aft.​

---Crew: 2 (pilot and co-pilot) + 3 gunners​

---Passenger(s): 7​

---Max Cargo (kg): 150 metric tons​

---Interior Description: A worn ship of the line, the Corellian craft has similar functional circular tube hallway designs of later crafts, such as the famous YT-1300. Her interior is discolored with age, not neglect and kept as badges of pride and concealment, as replacement furnishings are artificially weathered to make them appear as well worn or lived as older counterparts.​

The bridge is at port side with large reinforced and double layered bay windows, with heads up displays surrounding the pilot and co-pilot stations to give a relayed 300 degree view around the craft. Forward are the crew quarters, Captains quarters directly ahead with smuggling compartment, two crew cabins after that and small med room. Opposite are the barracks quarters for eight troops which has been modified to remove half the beds to create a small rec/training room. Aft of that is the galley, hyper comm station, and shield maintenance access points.​

Bottom deck is cargo and work stations. Although segmented into four sealed bays, two large and two small, there are still a couple added smuggling compartments. In the aft bay is vehicle storage for the teams four BARC speeders that used to be used by Coruscant security, with two mag locked to the ceiling above the two mag locked to the bays lift. Three are outfitted with cargo tractors, comm jammers, blaster, and anti theft devices, the fourth is loaded out tracking jammer, blaster, comm relay, and coronet launcher. Spare parts, chargers, and ammo fill the rest of the bay. Second bay forward is cargo with ship stores and spare parts. Forward bay is ship ammo, alternate bay is the ships workshop.​

---Other Details: Between the pilot and co-pilot seats is a small station with the hyperdrive levers and a closed panel underneath, when opened a LOM series protocol droid head is hard wired into the ship, which works as liaison between the ships four droid brains and pilot or repair teams. In ship stores is a locker with 6 Recon Droids - Separatists four leg version. In one smuggling compartment outside the workshop is an ASN courier / assassin droid, with alternate modifications for hacking relay, delivery, or assassination load outs. Ship security is maintained by a store of four Assassin Probes that tend to stay on the lower deck. An R3 droid, R3-B8 (Be Late) tends ship, acts as co-pilot when necessary.​

 

IC: Abbott, Touch, Squeaker, Jizz, Paths, Yabba
Craci Prime, Rebel Bunker

Peering around a corner Abbott pulled his head back with a sigh. "Why did it have to be Stormtroopers? Why couldn't it have been city officials."

"Or Hutt Gangs. I like Hutt gangs, they tend to squeal more." Squeaker replied. Once again missing the sarcasm of their human leader, then again some things just didn't translate into Trandoshan languages.

Looking over he his dark hand over his eyes, "Yeah, they do." raising a comlink he thumbed in Paths into the conversation. "Looks like we have to do this the hard way. Boys in White beat us here."

"Roger, Roger. You want a rapid evac or you think those fake Birdwatcher creds will work?" For a Duros he nailed the issue on the head, then again as a double for their diplomacy officer it was expected he would look at the non-violent solution. While he could fake his way with bluster as an ISB team seeking to assess the infrastructure that had allowed a 'For the Colonel' riot / uprising to occur that ran wild through the Imperial Garrison, actually using it in person with Stormtroopers was another matter entirely than port authority.

Motioning for the kid to come over, "No Paths, dropping out of the ceiling kills that option. Yabba, get that frequency jammer set. Jizz, we're going in hot and back out this back door. So make sure the cable anchors can handle a double Squeaker load, and that these shield generators are in order again."

"Alien Men. You can't handle trusting they are still good since I last fixed them?"

"Taris." came the mutual whisper of those present, all except for Yabba and Paths.

"One time." she muttered as her blinkless eyes moved from belt unit to belt unit, her darkvision and nearsighted nature coming in handy as she punched in the soft glow diagnostics. Once that was sorted she pulled out a tool from a pouch and pulled out the antennas, running the scanner over the roof of the pipe before marking a spot with white chalk. "Here, one by one."

"Good enough for me. Squeaker?"

"Grr-skeee. Skee." he softly replied. Down below the Imp white shells were setting up to move out with the prisoners still in binders. Hopefully they hadn't run identity checks yet. As his hulking form dropped without using the ascension cable the noise of ricocheting blaster bolts, growls and screams soon followed.

Abbott and Touch quickly followed, anchoring the cable and dropping down to the room below. Jizz and Yabba hung back to keep their exit clean. As was, with his E-11 firing off several retorts Abbott had to note that the formed up team of stormtroopers were now scattering and. . .well with Squeaker in hot pursuit he could not blame them for running. Only one went down the left tunnel, another down the right. Taking the right he gave pursuit as Touch saw to the huddled mass of two on the ground.

Moving closer she dropped to a knee beside the handcuffed pair. "I'm Touch and I'm here to rescue you." she stated as her Lekku danced slightly at the words, conveying a soothing tone of truth in her words. Her red fingers played over both foreheads, getting a sense of their temps and for the shaggy haired one to get a better look into his eyes. Pulling out a small med scanner from a pouch she held it to the shaggy haired one she felt matched the holo for Luke Skywalker. "Heart rate is high, is that normal or do you just like what you see?" she whispered with a wink.

The gaping open mouth of the older one and the partial syllables from the second, seemed to give her a moment to dig for that cuff key in a pocket.

"Touch! Get them out, flirt with it later!" Came Jizz's rebut from above.

"Bith's, no sense of romance." Touch muttered as she undid their binders. "Also you are both dehydrated. Fluids before strenuous activity. Aw, I am sorry." she stated with a laugh as she saw Skywalker's ears were turning nearly red enough to match her skin tone. "Leia will be glad we arrived in time."

"Wait, Leia! You know Leia?"

"Don't worry lover boy, we Mission Teams don't kiss and tell. Now up the rope and to your ships. They were still in an undemolished section of the spaceport when we landed."

"Demolished! What happened?"

"Later. We gotta go now." Abbott retorted as he jogged back, Squeaker showing just a moment later. "All clear?"

"Clear."

"Yabba?"

"Clear! Even hacked their suits to wiped the encounter with a new virus type once I dropped the jamming. Should be as though we never were."

"What I like to here. Shall we?" He waved to rope.

TAG: TBC