Star Wars Galaxy At War RP Thread

Surprised at the immediate response, she leaned forward and took on transmission once more:

"Greetings Avarice, a beautiful day today. My planet of origin is Eshan albeit my most recent location would be Corellia. I've been assigned to act as a shield for Grand Admiral Fardin Denzral Vassisk. Requesting audience"

Atris was never too fond in talking of this sort. She hated all sorts of distance communication, for you did not have a chance to see someone in the eyes as you spoke to them. More was said in the behaviour of a character when he spoke than the actual words did, or so Atris had come to believe bit by bit. What she did know for a fact, though, was that having guns bigger than her whole ship pointing at her was not very comforting. Hopefully, they would grant her the request. If not ... well, it had been a good run. She was pleased it lasted for as long as it had.

"Weasle, you are required to report the the Avarice's primary docking bay for inspection. If you check-out we'll let you through. A flight of TIEs are being ordered to guide you in. Stand-by."

Be back later...))

Originally posted by Jedireaper
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Atris sat back and placed her hands behind her head. She sighed and rested her eyes while waiting for her escort. The Weasle started up section by section and by the time the escort had arrived, it was all good to go. Atris leaned forth and moved the Weasle forth as the TIE escort had taken position around her. With that she was lead towards the primary docking of Avarice, studying the magnificent ship as she came closer and closer. She opened transmission to express her undying gratitude for a personal escort, but closed it again without a word. She didn't like lying.

The docking bay was now open and she cautiously entered it, landing it tenderly where there was room. She rose then from her seat as she opened the exit ramp by remote. She turned then and started walking towards the ramp with her hands placed on top of her head to show she meant no harm.

"I'm so never leaving this ship with all my stuff" She frowned and stroked the walls of the ship as she walked through it. She glanced into the cargo hold as she passed it, giving her weapons and items a look as if it'd be the last time she saw them. She had agreed to security procedures and she guessed this was the price to pay. As she walked through the main hold, she put her blaster aside and then walked down the ramp. She imagined her ship would be confiscation paradise, her having virtually a whole fleet armory in her puny ship.

"There's a secret department beneath the medical bay with some weapons and bombs. The rest you can find in the cargo bay, except for some items under engineering process in the garage. There's a risk some weapons might be a little everywhere. I'm not too good with keeping things organized and clean, but I doubt that's a crime" She joked as she exited her freighter and spoke to the first person on scene. She straightened her suit but kept the helmet on, reluctant to once more struggle with her hair next time she was going to put it on. "Please don't break anything. If you have problem with the hidden section beneath the medical bay, do tell. Don't force it open or you might just get hurt. It doesnt exactly contain children-friendly items, and I don't want any more craters and exposionholes in my vessel. It takes forever to repair"

She paused then "Oh, and don't mind the body in the port dormatory. Uninvited guest. Feel free to take him out and dump him" She said then, remembering how someone had snuk onboard her ship at Corellia and attempted to take her life en-route Hoth. A human bounty hunter that disliked rivalty, poorly equipped although now looted for all he had except clothes to avoid the unpleasant sight of his skinny body. It wasn't like he needed any of it anymore. "It's business. Can't blame him for trying" She said and shrugged her shoulders, a smirk on her mouth. Her mouth which was the only part of her body not covered by suit or helmet.

The tech simply nodded, entirely unbiased, or even caring. "Yeah, thanks. Okay! Get that Load Lifter over here. No not that way!" The tech ran off after the Load Lifter pilot sent the hanger utility vehicle in the opposite direction.

"Sorry about that." An officer with a captains rank cylinder on his collar smiled at her, running his hands along the hull of her ship. This is a YT-class freighter, I haven't seen one so old... or in better shape." The captan paused when he found her staring at him. "Ah, sorry. I'm captain Loran Rek. It is a pleasure to meet you." He took two long steps forward. "Looks like you have a little heat yourself, with CorSec (Corellian Security)." He produced a datapad. "Discharge of weapons, civil damage, destruction of a cantina, avoidance of arrest, disobeying Traffic Control, and kidnapping." He lowered the datapad, returning it to his pocket. I should hand you in to them."

"Atris Ashley. A pleasure, captain Rek. I recieved this ship as payment for an assignment of mine, and I take great pride in her. I do what I can to keep her running and she returns the favor. While old, I couldn't ask for a better ship" She said with a smile as she placed her hands behind her back and studied the crew of Avarice in work. "Customized by my own design" She added and then listened then as he went through her ... less pleasant records back at Corellia. She frowned silently but responded with a smirk "You should, yes" She said then, no intention of objecting his idea. "But there's no fun in that. What's in it for you? A pat on the back? I'll be out and walking about again within the first week. The CorSec incompetence is no secret" She joked, although there was no real incompetence involved. She was simply more competent than they were. A fact she took no shame in. "Otherwise, I'm sure we can come to some agreement. I'm no good to you of the Imperial Alliance all the way over there"

"Okay Ashley. I assume you'll want to have this done as pleasent as possible. So I invite you to stay as my guest aboard the Avarice for a day or until I am sure you will not be a security threat. Your ship will, unfortunately, have to be impounded and searched thoroughly but we'll take good care of it. You will be provided with temporary living quarters, you may cary any weapons you see fit." The captain began to walk off. "You'll be dining with me, so dress more appropriately!" He called.

"Hm" was all she uttered at first, glancing over at her ship. It was an understandable deal he made, and although it distanced her from her initial assignment, it had to be done. She thought, although not for long before she came with a more proper response "Very well, captain. I concur. That it is the most propriate way" she said, aware that different from the Echani regular humans got to know one another over time and verbal communication. Something she could live with for the day to come. She bowed then at the captain who was already walking away.

"Geesh, a minute of meeting and already he wants my clothes of" She made her way into her ship and wandered calmly through it until she reached port dormatory where her clothes were. As she entered the dorm, she more or less threw the investigating troopers out as she was about to change "Private session. Captains orders" A few seconds later, the body of the deceased bounty hunter came flying after them as well, and with that, the door to the dorm closed.

She sat down on the bed, thinking to herself in the silence that was in this room in particular. She gave out a sigh, hating the situation she had gotten herself into now. She had never been good with people, humans in particular, and now she had to prove that she was no threat. She was going to screw up, she just knew it.
She removed the helmet and released her long, white hair, untamed as it was. She brushed it out of her eyes and then removed her combat-suit. In merely underwear she started scanning for the outfit she wore at the more ... festive occasions, albeit with problems finding it. She had not used it since that assignment way back on Tatooine a few years ago. With great contempt she then remembered it to be at the starboard dormatory. She exited the room and stepped over the corpse of the former bounty hunter, ignoring those Imperial Alliance workers on her ship and entered the second dormatory from which she threw out a worker and then closed that door instead. Out she pulled the stash with the clothing and swiftly put it on. ((Picture))

Out she stormed from the dormatory and into the previous one, where she carefully folded her combat-suit and picked her helmet up. She held the suit and helmet in her arms now and exited down the ramp from the freighter. "Now to find that captain" she muttered and started walking. She did not bother taking weapons or any other items than her suit and helmet with her. She didn't need any of it, even in a fiery situation.

She made her way through the Avarice now, studing troopers who studier her back as she passed them. She was uncertain as to where her quarters was, so she headed immediately for the bridge, where it was most likely that the captain would be. If not, at least people that knew where to find him.

Derin nodded but went to check it out anyway. "Yes, Rhonin."

***

Q'Anila was suddenely engulfed by the Force-less bubble. "Any ideas on us taking him down?" Came a familier, yet whispered voice. (It's Forrester) Her chains suddenly slackened. "I only can give you a vibro-sword. No fancy saber, but it is essentually the same principle." The bubble faded with quiet footsteps.

***

A Ysalamiri-fielded fleet of eight Imperial-class Star Destroyers, sixteen Victory-class Frigates, two Intrepid-class cruisers (defending the command ship), and an Instigator-class Star Destroyer (command ship) dropped out of hyperspace around the Pressado system. They immediatly moved into interdiction range of the Obsidian Fury, not even bothering with communication. The eight Destroyers moved to surround the ship, with the Victory-class cruisers moving in to aid their protectorees.

"Admiral Harsom, our ships are in position."

The amiral stroked his chin. "Have we recieved the signal yet."

"No."

"Stay at battle ready-ness."

"Yes, sir."

***

(ta taa!)

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For the duration of the soldiers presence, Q'Anilias head ached terribly. The state of being completely blind was strainful to say the least, but she remained calm even then. As he took distance, she regained vision and took a deep breath. She grasped the blade, not intending on answering. "Afraid not" There was no way to really take him out. She doubted that even the destruction of this ship with him on it would suffice. Her lightsaber had bounced right of him back on Pressado. She had yet to figure out his weakness, but it would come to her. Soon enough. She wanted to follow the soldier, but the Ysalamiri field literally blinded her, at which point she was more a burden than of help.

"There are two Stormtroopers in hanger bay fifteen, it is for our extraction, we'll create a diversion, then we'll rendezvous there, you head straight there." (add in to my previous words)

Although the Ysalamiri field was outside Rhonins realm of reality, it was impossible for him not to react to the fact that the powerful Q'Anilia vanished from the Force even for a brief moment. He turned around and roared angrily as he noted the females current state "WHAT!" he thundered, more caught by shock than actually surprised. It was not unlikely that she could escape, but what could possibly lead to her doing so while he was in the room?

"WOMAN!" he snarled as he dropped the human he currently feasted on.

(As Yoda says; "That is why you fail..."😉

The first fiery explosion ripped through the deck, sending prisoners and Stormtroopers in every direction, and body pieces. Screams filled the hall. An alarm sounded as the ship shuddered. Another explosive ripped through the deck below Rhonin, sending him down through two durasteel decks, and a load of rubble fell in after him, into a previously set up ysalamiri field.

Ten previously invisible Stormtroopers appeared in the huge room. Alarms blaring, red blaster bolts echoed the screams of the hundreds in the room as a heated firefight was started with the Obsidian Fury Stormtroopers. It was only their advanced HUD in their vizors that allowed the Espionage Team to shoot exclusively the enemy, while the others were in total disaray, firing at each other. "Get out of here Q'Anila!" Screamed Forrester as he set off more explosves from behind a crate. The ship shuddered and the lights flickered momentarily. "Fall back, prepare to extradite from the area!" He broke cover and fired into the mass of prisoners and Stormtroopers. Two of his shots were deadly accurate, as one white trooper spun around and collapsed, his arm a meter from him. His other shot cut through the faceplate of another. His fall was silent.

The Obsidian Fury's soldiers were finally realising that there were shooting at their own and reassesed the situation.

Another explosion rocked the ship, and Forrester began running. "Go!"

Blaster bolts began tracking him, and one of his men ahead went down, hard on his knees. The commander offered cover fire. "Araina! C'mon Lieutenant! Help me!" Other commando's slowed and offered cover, two of them went down. "Hergh!" Forrester heaved to his feet, with Araina on his sholder. He fired a few shots hitting more prisoner than Stormtrooper, but, at least some of the prisoners were lucky enough to share blissful and abrupt death to the horrors that awaited them with the Force monstrosity. He was the last into the already secured hallway, and sealed he door. "Lets dump the ysalamiri frames." He keyed in the over-ride code. And a heavy blast-door closed on the hallway door. "Great. How many... six, we lost four men. Make their deaths count!" He keyed his com. "Ghost six, do you read, we're omeaga. Whats your situation......copy we're on our way."

Forrester sighed, "move, they're in trouble!"

* * *

Although lacking the necessity to do so, Q'Anilia turned her head as she was lead away from her zone of imprisonment. Her heart ached for every civilian alive, clenching her fists tight as she kept her pace. Q'Anilia was still a little disoriented by the situation, but gathered her thoughts and when made sure that all who had gotten a chance to follow had passed a certain section, she halted and turned. She stretched her arms out and opened her hands. Moments after, the very metal was literally torn loose from the wall and formed a blockade across the hallway, at least adequate to temporarily slow those in pursuit down.

"This was a foolish move by all of you. You can't begin to imagine what a danger man that is. If he had noted you ..." she spoke, but did not continue on the sentence and instead just turned and picked up their pace, running along them towards the docking bay. She was grateful, but at the price of an additional four good men, she started questioning if she was more of harm than actual good.

* * *

Atris beheld the door to the bridge with a faint, somewhat fake smile. She eyed the suit and helmet in her arms but looked back up soon enough and walked up to the door, as it slid open and she entered the bridge. She had an impressed look around as she studied the magnificent stations that controled the ship. She coughed subtly to make herself noted to the captain up ahead as she took a few steps further "Captain, as requested I equipped myself more propriate. I brought my combat-suit non-the-less, it being valued highly by me and far more portable than the Weasle" she said with a smirk.

She took a few step upwards to come on height with the captain as she looked around in amaze. Despite her experience and all her years on the job, she had rarely been into a starship such as this one. At least not up to the bridge. She mostly spent time imprisoned in the dark depths of one, or did not go much further than the docking bay.

"STOP THEM!" Rhonin roared with all his might, and despite lacking the Force for now, his roar was as mighty as if enforced by it and echoed large portions of the lower sections of the ship. "DESTROY THEM!" He thundered as he rose from the rumble, had it shot in every direction by the mere physical force, one fist raised and clenched in pure fury. With great force, he then charged a wall and ran his hand into it. Although steel, he penetrated it with decent ease and ran his other hand into the wall somewhat higher up. For whatever the same reason he could not sense Q'Anilia that brief moment, he could now not use the Force. He needed it not, though, as he climbed the blank steel war with ferocity and haste. "I'll crush her skull!" he bellowed as he furthered his climb. "SEAL ALL EXITS! HIGH ALERT!"

The captain of the Avarice smiled fakely. He put down to clip-pad, and turned his attention on her face, but finding his attention drifting down till he was addressing her ample chest. "Eh..." He forced his mind clear of several thoughts and looked into her eyes with all haste, although he was glad her eyes were as beautiful. "I meant for dinner, not to walk around the ship." He coughed, and summoned one of his officers. "Lieutenant Freya," he waited until the female officer on the command station stood and walked over. "Help her find more... suitable clothing." Most of the bridge crew had been staring for nigh-on a full minute.

Freya looked the bounty hunter up and down, frowned, then sighed and nodded. "Yes captain. Follow me." She gently grabbed her arm, and quickly she dragged, or lead, Ashley from the bridge to the turbo-lift. "Officers quaters." She then turned to study the bounty hunter. "You sure you made the correct impression." Hmm, she's about my size.

***

Several Stormtroopers, and several thousand pounds of rubble was thrown down the hole on Rhonin, after another explosion. Then finally a different alarm and kind of explosion sounded.

Outside, turbo-laser began being dischrged by the ships at the Obsidian Fury, a hundred bolts, soon became a hundred thousand bolts, and the deadly green energy, exploaded above the Obsidian's shields whiched initially collapsed and many of the strikes impacted and blackened the hull, chewing armour plates to molten globs of rapidly freezing metal, and air vapor. But even as this happened, the Star Dreadnaught was rolling to bring its fresh, strong shields to bare on the onslaught, at the same time, the super Destroyer struck back. Bouts of green lasers, amoung the explosions were reaching out. Three of the Victory-class frigates were struck, while the larger Star Destroyers shrugged off the attack. The frigates (as seen in Star Wars: Battlefront II) broke in half, exploded, and spun out of control in each respect, and in on case all at once.

Another explosion rocked the inside of Rhonin's ship, causing the lights to flicker for a fith time. Forrester had Q'Anila right beside him as he carried Araina. "Ghost six. Whats your situation......dammit can I hear walker fire......what to you mean 'you've got it under control'......where in the hell did fifty year old Recon Walkers come from......yeah, I hope the Force is with us too. Ghost Leader out." He clicked off the com. "Q'Anila. Where did that... thing come from."

Atris followed in silence, studying the woman before her. The looks by the crew as well as captain had passed Atris fairly unnoticed, given Atris often used her female figure as a weapon and treated it as such rather than wasting time worrying what one or another could think. She was as far from modest as it got, and couldn't care less what she wore. Others did however, and she often took advantage of it. "Thank you, Lieutenant" Atris uttered as they stood silently in the lift and waited "This is the only civilian clothing I have. I don't often wear anything other than my combat-suit" She looked straight ahead with a neutral gaze and had her arms wrapped around the outfit in her arms.

"I apologize if you considered my outfit offensive. It was not my intent to make such an impression" She then added, thinking back. As an Echani, she studied minor details and bodylanguage more than actual words, and she had swiftly noted the frown that had come from the lieutenant as she approached Atris.

* * *

"Recent information claim that thing to be named Rhonin. He's an ancient Sith who has risen from what I'm guessing to be a stasis. It's been hard for me to get any answers. The dark side of the Force envelop this ship and the crew so much in his presence, clouding even my vision. He is from before my era, but no records has ever spoken of him. I can share what I know when things cool down. For now, we need to get out of here. We will have no chance of stopping him when he comes at us" Q'Anilia looked over her shoulder, able to hear his powerful roar all the way over where she was, shivering at the mere thought of seeing that beast again.

She only wished she had been around somewhat longer, so she could learn more of this entity. Her knowledge did not suffice to establish a significant weakness. Obviously he was not very agile, given his massive armor and weight, but as he had proven already, he did not need it. She cursed to herself as she and the team approached their destination "Worry about the matter at hand, soldier. You've stalled the Sith for quite some time longer"

Rhonin roared as he was struck by another load of scraps and fell with it on top of him, which pressed tightly onto him and pinned him to the ground as they impacted, denting the metal floor decently. Rhonin screamed not in pain, but in frustration as he gave all his strength into getting loose. The massive weight that held him down barely moved, despite his massive efforts. A trooper fell down next to him and in pure frustration he grabbed it by the head and literally crushed the helmet and was in it, throwing the body away from his sight. "I HATE YOU, WOMAN!" he thundered with the greatest anger as he tore the load away from him piece by piece, although not near fast enough to catch up with the escaped female. He knew that this act right here was not her doing, but he would hold her responsible, even if he had to raid the entire galaxy.

The fact that the Obsidian Fury fell apart all around him from the siege it now suffered, Rhonin could not care less. He wanted the head of that Jedi more than anything, and would conquer the whole galaxy in pursuit if he had to. It was personal. He tore loose more metal scraps from top of him and threw it away until it had become 'light' enough to be lifted at whole by the man.

((howdy doo party peoples! im back, and im coming on stronger then ever [in a non sexual way] whos up for giving me a recap of events. its good top be back even though i dont know whats going on!))