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Post by Zelus on May 15, 2016 9:54:55 GMT -5
Jos, having been stood nearby to Sera, heard what she had to say about their mission. He grumbled slightly in reply, though no real words were uttered. Instead he continued to monitor the group as they began following his orders. Avris moved in to help Arisa, Jos guessed it was his Jedi training that helped him treat her wounds. Sera on the other hand began fishing for access cards. Jos meanwhile had begun busying himself by opening various crates. He didn’t really endorse the use of stims, the slums in which he lived was usually a good enough reason not to. People who used frequently usually ended up at rock bottom. He sighed as he uncovered more and more in the Black Sun ‘care packages’. It was a while before he started recognising the various markings on each box. They were each marked with destinations for the packages themselves. He made a slight sound of realisation before he turned back to the group, just as Sera spoke up. “Ah.” Jos nodded over at Sera. “Let’s get into that armoury then.” Jos began to move, though he turned to look at Sera as she began to talk again.
Jos turned his head back towards her and raised a hairless eyebrow. “I’m not sure.” Jos replied honestly, looking at Sera with a frustrated look. “If he is dead, we’ll have a new goal.” He told stepping over to Sera as they had been about to head out into the armoury. “The Black Suns should’ve come to me personally, rather than taking one of my employees.” He stated, his anger rising at the thought of Gido already being dead. In truth, he’d almost forgotten about the alarm, but when Sera asked, he nodded in agreement. “That would be good, yeah.” He agreed, stepping over to the hall way and glancing down it. It was empty unusually… was the base really that undermanned?
Now it was Avris’s time to work, seemingly having an idea of the systems. Jos nodded in response to Avris as he spoke of the systems. He was right, the systems they did use in this section were old, and Jos didn’t have any idea about them. He was a grunt, plain and simple. There was no training to use the systems in Hutt Space, let alone working for a cartel. “You can try.” Jos agreed with Avris about him trying to fix the wider alarm problem. Jos doubted he’d be able to; knowing that most of these systems were operated from a main security office deeper in the warehouse the Sun base had operated within. Given the archaic nature of the systems, most of the alarms were physical and as such, they would need to be disabled from the location they were activated from. Back when Jos was fighting for Gutta, alarms were practically ignored. Usually they were already surrounded by the time the alarms were activated.
“Good enough for the time being.” Jos replied to Avris as he turned to look at Cyrad and Arisa. It was clear she was still injured, but thanks to the Jedi, she was at least able to get back on her feet. He watched her test her arm and frowned ever so slightly. She was almost incapacitated by the looks of it. “We’ll have to keep an eye on you… once we get back home we’ll get that looked over properly… For the time being however, let’s get that armoury open.” He told, beckoning the group to follow him. After receiving the access card from Sera, Jos stepped out into the hall and jogged over to the nearby armoury door. The chairs and the deck of pazaak cards sat where the guards had left them, Jos promptly ignored them.
Once at the door, Jos pressed the card to the access panel and the door opened up, revealing a darkened room beyond. As they stepped through into the room, the lights flickered on, lighting up the trove of weapons. Immediately to the right of the room were racks of blaster rifles, vibroblades, and black sun branded armour. Boxes of grenades also sat nearby, as well as some munitions crates. On the left were several dusty, crimson containers stacked to the ceiling, with a load lifter sat nearby. One of the containers, on the bottom of the pile was open, with its doors just slightly open, obscuring whatever was inside. In the middle of the room sat a collapsed All Terrain Recon Transport. Several panels lay dissuaded on the floor around the AT-RT, exposing a glowing fuel cell and several replacement parts, with the old laid on the ground around it. On the handle of the AT-RT sat a helmet. Jos quickly looked over it with a smirk. “Well look what we have here.” He told stepping through the armoury, noticing several open crates of fuel cells nearby. As he got close to the AT-RT, he peered past the vehicle to the container beyond. Though the dust on the container certainly was thick, in the light he could just make out the symbol of the old republic. Jos hadn’t seen the symbol that often, but even he knew what it was. “… A hundred years old almost.” He whistled examining the open container. He quickly moved to grab the container and open it. As it did, it whined loudly. Jos quickly cursed in Huttese. “There’s more of ‘em.” Sure enough inside the contain, folded up much like the AT-RT from the centre of the room was at least twenty dusty AT-RTs. “Hutts used to use these during their civil war… got em from abandoned Republic factory surpluses.” Jos told, looking around at the other containers. “Probably where they got their speeder bikes too.” Jos hypothesised, stomping across the room and looked to the group. “Let’s get the walker up and running, we could use with the extra firepower.” He quickly stomped over to the armour racks, picking up the various pieces of examining them. It was only when he saw a backpack nearby that he made a loud sound of success. Quickly he picked it up and wandered over to the blaster rifle and scooped it up. He shouldered his slug thrower and placed the newer blaster rifle’s strap around his neck, quickly moving over to the munitions crates and took some ammo as well as some frag grenades. When he was done, he looked to the others and headed out into the hall, to check down the hall.
As he poked his head around the corner, he could see several black suns jogging up the hall towards them, weapons drawn. He watched silently for a time, from what he could tell, there were eight of them, four humans, a Rodian, two Devaronians and a Nimbanel. “We’ve got company, heavily armed, they’re ready for us.” As he spoke to them suddenly blaster fire wizzed past his head and exploded on the nearby doorframe. Jos snapped against the doorframe and began firing back at the encroaching gunmen.
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Post by Jackie on May 27, 2016 7:12:06 GMT -5
(Not done obviously, just wanted to get down the bit saved on my laptop so I can finish on the desktop.)
Sera's lips tightened a bit when Jos went on to say that if Gido was dead, they'd have a 'new goal' as he called it. "Well I hope this 'new goal' doesn't include us getting blasted." While she wasn't afraid of a hard fight, and had been in plenty of scrapes where the odds had been stacked against her, Sera didn't like the idea of getting into a war with the Black Suns. "Guess they didn't think you'd listen." In the end, she supposed it didn't really matter how agreeable the Nikto was, the Suns had never been big on 'polite conversation'. If you had something they wanted and they needed you alive, it only made sense for them to try and obtain a little 'leverage' over you to make you more agreeable. Honestly, the human was a little surprised this Nikto cared so much for this kid if he was 'just' an employee. Sera fell quiet after that, content to wait patiently as Arvis went to work on the alarm after seeing to Arisa, seemed the woman's injuries hadn't been too severe, at least considering she was pounced on by an Akkdog.
Unbenounced to Arvis, Sera actually was trying to 'listen' for the kid as she waited, but there was simply to much 'interference' what with the chaotic state of the station and it's inhabitants. Her Force Sense was still rather basic, as she'd never really devoted much time to improving it, she'd always been content using it as an 'early warning' system. When everyone was readied up and the alarm was deactivated, Sera handed the armory access card over to Jos and fell in alongside him as they got to moving again. The human took point with the Nikto as they moved out into the hall, her carbine up and at the ready, eyes peeled for any more Black Sun goons.
When the armory doors opened up and the lights flickered on, Sera couldn't help but let out an impressed whistle. "Wow... I was expecting some decent hardware but damn." The room had everything under the sun stocked in it, weapons, armor, explosives, hell even a small walker was present. The woman wasted no time in scouring over the supplies present. Upon finding a decent sized duffle bag, she'd ditch the few slugthrowers she'd been intending to bring back to Jos's boys and promptly load the bag with a few lighter weight blaster rifles, as well as a healthy amount of the charge packs that went with them. When the bag was as full as she could get it while being able to realistically carry it for awhile, Sera closed it up and turned her attention to the walker at Jos's behest. As she was kneeling down to have a look at it however, she felt the approach of the Black Sun squad, and sure enough the Nikto informed them all that they had 'company', only for a blaster bolt to whiz past him and explode on the wall mere moments later. As Jos and whoever else engaged them, Sera hurriedly put the panels back on the walker as the firefight picked up, the human taking the helmet from the handle and putting it on before climbing onto the seat. Powering the walker up proved to be a simple task, and as it rose up from the ground the helmet went ahead and synced itself with the main gun. After taking a few moments to familiarize herself with the controls, and checking to make sure the gun was aiming where she was looking, Sera maneuvered the walker over towards Jos. As the machine clanked out into the hall amidst the blaster fire, the human quickly brought the chin-mounted laser cannon to bear and let loose a vicious volley of laser fire on their Black Sun attackers. While she was certainly trying to kill them, Sera frequently switched targets in an effort to surpress the gunmen, which would hopefully allow the others to pick them off with ease.
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Post by aardvarklord on Jun 16, 2016 20:22:17 GMT -5
Avris shot Cyrad a bit of a glare after his quip too, but it didn't last, instead focusing on the various jobs that he needed to clear. The guy was a bit of a fool, but he supposed that wasn't exactly a trait in short supply in Hutt Space. He nodded agreement to Jos on the subject of checking her wound once they got back, assuring her with a reassuring grin, "Shouldn't be something that a little TLC can't handle." Hearing the Nikto so menacingly say that they had another goal was a bad sign to the jedi's mind. Obviously, he knew that he couldn't just bail out of this job after this, that he would have to fight through this whole affair in order to survive, but why was rather important. He wasn't as obsessive about keeping people from the darkside as some jedi, but he knew the path when he saw it, and if this kid was dead Jos was going to have a clear opening to it. But... that was a strictly 'what-if' scenario at the moment, and he should have known better than to entertain it. Regardless, they were probably headed towards a pretty long conflict with the Suns, if they were identified of course. Still, that was to be handled later--they had to get into the place and figure out just how they were going to get through this place without waking up the whole damn station.
Soon they were through the door... and boy did they have quite the treat waiting for them. As they walked into the grand armory, Avris whistled softly and muttered, "Mind your lighters..." They had to have been stockpiling all this stuff for a while. He too joined in checking the supplies, even on instinct grabbing a few grenades and blaster packs as he examined the gear. It wasn't exactly top of the line, but the Suns didn't need current military hardware. Some old war surplus stuff was exactly as cheap and efficient as they needed, so long as it kept working. As the others went to examine the AT-RT's (which he only knew by reputation, had never actually seen one), he started looking at the boxes, trying to find any sign of where they came from. "Wonder how they managed to slip this all by the Hutts. I mean, some blasters, maybe a crate or two sure but... Ancestors, look at this!" Of course, before he could get too far on that topic, Jos opened one of the crates and set off a small alarm, making him jump with surprise as well. Still, he didn't panic, just started looking harder and started looking frantically towards doorways and keeping near places to duck behind.
Soon enough the enemies came, and while he found it dubious that they would try to activate a hundred year old walker right now, he wasn't in a mood to argue. Instead, he headed for a defensible position, and was about two-thirds of the way there when the firefight started up. He dove for cover behind a crate, which he prayed was only filled with blasters or armor instead of grenades. Fortunately, while the initial wave had him suppressed alright, the sudden appearance of the AT-RT's blaster fire put that issue to rest real fast. Gripping his blaster, he sent some bolts their way, and was rewarded with a shot on one of the humans, square in his chest. Now, he wasn't paying attention at that point, but the man was wearing armor and actually wasn't dead at that point (though he was probably wishing he was), and instead his attention was drawn by a rodian and human ducking behind another one of the crates. For a split second his instinct went to the grenades, but even as he was reaching for it he realized that throwing a live explosive in here was a quick way to send this whole place sky high. So instead he did something a little more tricky: he threw a grenade at them without activating it. To his delight, it got exactly the reaction he wanted, sending both of them scrambling, allowing him to quickly pick off the Rodian and hit the human in the hip, which sent him into a screaming fit.
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Jun 30, 2016 15:28:47 GMT -5
Cyrad almost felt relieved when the Nikto offered some form of better aid for his companion when they got back. The fact that he believes they'll make it back alive is what mostly got him to smile along to himself, it was nice to see some form of optimism in the air, no matter how bleak the air in the station's slums actually was. It wasn't too long before Jos opened up the Armoury, with its opening, Cyrad's heart began to race with a mixture of excitement and some fear, considering that it was an armoury holding an ambush with every gun in the Sunnie arsenal beared on their craniums. Fun thought to think on, though he shook it away as the door opened to reveal no heavy blasters entering their bodies.
"Frak, that is a lot of firepower." His eyes darted around the room, running over the various armaments, from blaster to anti-vehicular blaster cannon, they had it all. Arisa shared his awe and stood next to him a meter or so in the armoury and shook her head adding her own commentary. "...Think of how many creds' we could make off of this...smuggling it into one of the Imp-Pub Border Worlds or even just selling it! Cyrad had to laugh at his friend, she was right though, the credits they would make would be astounding, sadly this isn't what they were here for. As lucrative and as tantalizing as the idea of stealing this was, it'd be best not to piss off your employer when you're also in enemy territory. The mercenary gave Arisa an exaggerated eye-roll and walked towards his newly-found partners in blowing-the-hell-out-of-sunnies. The discovery of the AT-RT's was almost as astounding as the actual Armoury opening, but he didn't get to let out any commentary before the alarm rose and decided to tell every Black Sun nearby that the party was there.
Cursing to himself, he watched the Nikto rush to grab a very nice blaster rifle, hatching his own plan Cyrad motioned for Arisa to move over to the small Armour Racks nearby, laid almost too neatly on the wall. The rack looked like it had seen a fair amount of years, durasteel cracking and the armour upon it dusty, even archaic, what seemed to be improvised defensive plastoid armour fabricated from the armies of the previous Galactic Republic and the older style Imperial armour. Spotting his goal, he snatched a small vambrace and motioned for Arisa to come over. It was a tricky process actually putting it over her wounded arm, but this way Arisa wouldn't damage it anymore and actually protect it, she was about to reply to Cyrad's grand 'Protect the Wound' scheme, but a very poorly aimed blaster bolt flew into the armoury as the Nikto alerted the group of what was happening. Joy, nothing ever goes well for us.
Shaking his thoughts, he ran forth and slid to a small alcove in the wall, between two support beams. Unslinging his rifle in the process, he began to aim down the doorway to hear a small rumbling from the AT-RT. Looking back from his defensive position he almost gave a small whoop of pre-victorious victory. I owe that woman a drink, I never thought a possibly hundred year old walker would be usable. Focusing back on the matter at hand, he watched in an almost nostalgic view of walker-fire suppress the sunnies in front of them, with this chance, Cyrad fired off an ionized slug at his nearest target, going over the process of cycling the bolt and firing once again.
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Post by Zelus on Jul 1, 2016 8:43:12 GMT -5
The blaster fire bouncing off the doorway increased immediated after Jos had announced the arrival of the group. Jos fired off a shot that sailed down the hall, missing the group. He turned to look back at his companions as sparks spluttered off the doorframe above his head. “Urgh, no use staying here,” he stated, realising he was blocking the sighs of his companions. After seeing a nearby crate, he decided to follow Avris’ example and dived behind it. Clearly he was lucky, as a human quickly turned around the corner and began shooting at Jos, narrowly missing him. Blocked from Jos’ sight, as he was on the left side of the room, the Rodian stood in the hall, firing shots off into the room, directed at Cyrad, Arisa and Sera.
Behind the Rodian, another human got himself lined up to fire, just as Avris took up his blaster and slammed the nearest human in the chest. As the human collapsed against the doorway, the Rodian waved over the human behind him, and the human raced over to the doorway and took cover behind it. He quickly dragged the downed human and checked on him, but it was to no avail. The human cursed in an indistinct language and called for the others to move up.
The sound of footsteps followed the order. Beyond the doorway the Devaronians, Nimbanel and the two remaining humans took up a more defensive stance, with each taking cover behind the various bulkheads and support beams that ran up and down the main corridor.
The Rodian, now exposed, turned back to Avris and had been about to fire at him, when the Mirialan threw a grenade out into the hall, making the rodian squeal in panick, with the other human roaring out for cover. Suddenly the Rodian was down, falling into a bloody pile against the once occupied set of chairs by the doorway. As Avris clipped the human, the Devaronians looked to each other concerned about whether or not to assist the human.
As Cyrad made a move to cross the room, under the cover of Avris’ attack, Jos poked his head out and sent out a suppressive fire, allowing both Cyrad and Arisa to get into cover behind some of the support beams within the rooms. Jos looked back to Arisa. “Keep your head down, we’ve got this.” He called, opening up the crate in front of him to check it wasn’t ammunition or some other explosives. With relief, Jos sighed, now knowing he was sat behind a crate of armour.
Meanwhile in the centre of the room, Sera had been quick in placing on the panels of the walker. Soon enough Sera was on the seat and setting up the weapons system. The metal thud of the walker made Jos jump slightly, though he was certainly used to the sound. Jos turned to Sera, looking up at her and giving her an almost excitable nod. “Keep your head down, yeh vulnerable up there. I’ll follow you out.”
Jos quickly got to his feet, as Sera stomped out of the room. The injured human, clipped by Avris saw the arrival of the walker coming, and pulled himself up to his feet. Limping away, the human managed to get half way across the room, when Sera began firing, and soon collapsed against the metal ground. The Devaronians quickly ducked for cover along with the Nimbanel, though they were thoroughly surprised. The remaining humans however, in the back, weren’t so lucky. With their only cover three or four meters away, they had no choice but to run for it. Their retreat proved fruitless, as they too were gunned down by the encroaching walker.
With the rest suppressed, Jos forced his way out of the armoury, crossing the hallway and throwing himself behind a bulkhead about half a meter behind Sera. Jos now could see the Devaronians, who had been out of his sight whilst in the room. He turned his head quickly to catch sight of Cyrad, who had one of the Devaronian’s in his sight. Jos took the opportunity to aim for the other and followed his cue. Both Devaronians were too busy taking cover from the AT-RT, to pay any attention to Cyrad or Jos, so both shots made their mark and the horned aliens collapsed against the hall walls.
The remaining Black Sun pirate, the Nimbanel panicked, seeing the remainder of his group gunned down, dropped his pistol and dived across the hall, ducking his head under a hail of blaster fire from the AT-RT. Having aimed for the room previously targeted by the humans who lay dead in the hall, he disappeared into it and after a brief muffled shouting by numerous individuals, the room’s blast door slammed down cutting Nimbanel and the other Black Suns, whoever they were, away from the advancing group led by Jos.
Jos’s cheeks puffed up in amusement. “We’re all clear. Let’s get a move on… You should take the lead.” Jos told, turning to look up at Sera. “We’re close now… or we should be.”
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Post by Jackie on Jul 16, 2016 18:26:15 GMT -5
Despite the firepower the walker possessed and her efforts to surpress the Black Suns they were engaged with, Sera still had more than a few shots thrown her way, forcing her to hunch down low to avoid being shot right off the AT-RT as both sides exchanged fire with each other. Despite being outnumbered and initially on the defensive, very quickly Jos's band managed to shift the initiative to their side, their attackers assault grinding to a halt as they instead were put on the defensive, several of them gunned down in short order as they tried to fall back. Mere minutes after the first shot was aimed at Jos, seven Black Suns lay dead and the remaining Nimbanel had fled into a nearby room, the room's blast door closing down behind him. Silence befell the combat zone at that point. When she was positive the danger had passed, Sera removed her helmet and breathed a sigh of relief, one of her hands going to run through her messy hair as Jos approached her. "If you say so, where are we headed from here?" Whenever Jos indicated the direction he wanted to her to go, Sera put her helmet back on and got the walker moving, her head, and subsequently the laser cannon of the walker, constantly scanning for new threats as they began to progress through the base once more.
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Post by aardvarklord on Jul 27, 2016 15:50:50 GMT -5
It seemed Jos knew what he was doing, and as Sera moved up Avris started moving into a position to better cover her from any fire. He knew better than to just move up with the rest of the assault group, since too many people clustered would be a recipe for disaster, so instead he kept in a position where he could make sure none of them were about to get blind-sided. Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. As they moved up, the group systematically wiped out the remaining Suns, starting with the wounded human and moving along to the rest of the guys as they cowered from the walker. Honestly, the Mirialan never really thought that those things would have been so intimidating when he saw how small they were via the Holonet. But... damn, watching her just pour suppressing fire into their enemies was terrifying. Glad she was on his side.
He did what he could to provide extra support for their little hitsquad as they cleaned out the squad of Suns, but more than anything he wound up just making sure that nobody was firing on Arisa and putting a bit of fire in to block avenues of escape. Before long, every last one of the Suns was dead. Shame they didn't have any captives to interrogate about where precisely their goal was, but suppose that was the risk when you use a freaking AT-RT to mow them down. With everything done, he made sure to pick up his grenade, commenting as they started setting up plans, "If they didn't hear that, I'm Emperor Palpatine." Well, even if they did, there wasn't much to be done about it now. Actually, it was possible they didn't, but a freaking walker blaster tearing up the place wasn't exactly subtle. Regardless, he came into position in the formation, simply obeying the Nikto's set-up, though he did pause to check on Arisa, "Your arm doing okay?"
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Post by KapitanAntarctican on Aug 24, 2016 7:48:28 GMT -5
Cyrad gave a small smirk to himself when he the Devaronian fell to his rifle, the onslaught from the AT-RT did nothing to make Cyrad think he was any less helpful, actually it made him a bit proud to the fact he got the shot in before the entire absolute hellfire the thing unleashed upon the poor pirates. One would wonder what the pirates would do with the hundreds of 'em in turn on innocents, though that thought was for another time.
With the Sunnies blasted to space-ash or running in the direct other direction from Cyrad and his newly found friend's walker, he decided to give what was a little victory cry, not much so a loud warrior's cry, but rather a small throw of his fist into the air actually celebrating that he managed to survive. It felt good to not be on the losing side of a blaster fight every spice run or so, which led to the man having a nice feeling deep in the pit of his stomach, despite the fact he just blew the brains out of a Devarian. Turning to Arisa he smirked in his usual manner, before perking up at the green one's comment on the loud commotion they must've created. This led to Cyrad actually sighing out in thought of this, he's been in war and this certainly wasn't the best of situations for the group, they had an entire blockade outside and possibly more Sunnies than a small private army around them encamped and ready to blow the living frak out of them in the case they made even the slightest notion of being trouble. Which, they alarmed to the entire Sunnie encampment that they indeed were trouble to be blasted.
"Maybe we needed a welcoming fanfare, but upon the lighter side of things, at least we won't be too worried about being blasted in the back since I assume most of our new friends we just made will be coming from deeper in." This comment was the most he could think up of, no real witty remarks or snarky comments, though Arisa seemingly approved in the background to Cyrad actually being serious for once. Arisa had been collecting a few charge packs before joining back with Cyrad and hearing of the Mirialan's concern with her arm had her raise it up and shake the bracer around a bit before speaking out. "Whatever you did, seemed to work, already feeling a bit less like my arm was almost taken off by an Akk Dog." Cyrad gave her a faux-sympathetic pat on the shoulder and chuckled to himself, making some muttering about animalia hating her before shurgging his rifle over to start moving along with Jos and the Human-driven Walker.
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