Oovo IV- Imperial Base

[Ary the Grey]

((Geki, I already PMed Lord Raiden's account, but f you're the one who's going to control the troops, I might as well forward the PM to you as well...))

 

More presences moved towards Aryian, though this time their auras were different, they were organized, they were looking for something. There was no real way that Aryian could hide, and he realized he no longer really had the need to hide. So he didn't.

 

He heard shouts and people talking to one another as he calmly walked towards them, summoning a small Force barrier around himself for mere safety if any of the men were actually trigger-happy. The place was still disfamiliar to him, somewhere he had never been before, and he was still uncertain of his purpose. But this, he was confient, was what he was supposed to do. He was where he was supposed to be, when he was suposed to be. Aryian knew that his destiny would take care of itself for him.

 

And so when the Jedi Master finally approached the group of white armored beings, he cared less that they immediately set up to cover him with their weaponry should he try something rash. It was slightly amusing at first when they discovered they couldn't get more than three feet towards him, to which Aryian responded by lowering the Force barrier to immediately above his person, allowing them to cuff him. It was impossible for them to searh him just yet, and he wasn't about to let them in fear that they might agan have itchy trigger fingers.

[ObliviousKnight]

After an indeterminable amount of time spent pacing the short distance between the walls of her cell, Armiena had learned a few things about where she was being held. The first items were the most obvious: there was no hope of tunneling through her walls, as Armiena had spotted a few nooks that made for possible hiding places for holocams, and the prison was surrounded by an atmosphere-less world--over the course of those hours, the air smelled slightly... different, implying an atmosphere generator was necessary for the survival of the interned.

 

She'd confirmed the strength of the laser doors by sacrificing a part of her uniform, and then by fashioning a crude weapon out of the eating implements that were supplied with her first meal. The primitive, laser-sharpened shiv wouldn't have been much use in a fight, much less against an armored opponent, but if she was able to catch someone in an eye....

 

And so the inspection continued. Armiena studied the coherent beams of the laser door until their light had practically burned into her retina. Short of actually tearing about the wall and examining their emitters for herself, she was about as intimately familiar with them as she could get. They weren't nearly wide enough for her to slip a significant portion of her body through””no more than her arm.

 

Once her healing wounds began to settle down to a persistent ache from a deadly burn, Armiena began to put herself through some light exercises””nothing that would get her sore, but would keep her healthy and ready to move at a moments notice. It was fairly basic: only light calisthenics, cardio work, and stretching to keep her body moving and in top shape.

 

Unfortunately for her, the workouts also caused her to build up a ravenous appetite and left her cell smelling of her sweat. She began to favor the area immediately in front of the laser door, both for the relatively fresh air of the corridor to her cell and to devour her next meal as soon as possible.

 

In her haste, as she reached to accept her next meal, she accidentally knocked over the food all over the front of the guard who delivered it, causing much cursing and general threats that would get one arrested on a civilized world.

 

And Armiena was left without a meal for the next eight or twelve hours--depending on whether it was day or night.

 

”œI am Groot”

[Ary the Grey]

((Ummm...yeah. Geki's going to be gone, so I'm just gonna three day rule this...not like I'm going to try and attack or escape, just get the ball rolling...>.>))

 

The troops escorted Aryian back to the main facility, covering him and eyeing him the entire way. Eventually, they reached a room where all but three troopers waited outside, two at Aryian's flanks and one leading the group in, presenting him to some official. It was obviously the commander of the small group, but it honestly didn't matter to Aryian. When it got to the part about searching him, Aryian used the Force to trigger the cuff's internl circutry, unlocking them. Instantly Aryian sensed the tension before the storm, and immediately strengtheed the Force barriers behind him, causing the two shots fired from the guards to sizzle out in midar inches from htting the Jedi Master.

 

"Cease fire!"

 

It was the one order barked from the commander of the two guards that actually made sense of the situation, as Aryian turned to face the two, he stopped as well, knowing there was no longer any danger in the room, just a lot of confusion. Luckily, the tooper commander had at least been experienced enough to now about Force users, and that the Ysalamiri housed deep within the facility certainly wasn't enough to protect them here.

 

"I believe...you are looking for these."

 

Aryian brought a hand up, opening his outer robes slightly, three hilts gliding to hover in the air in front of him. He nodded to the trooper commander, who after hesitating for a moment, stepped forwards to retrieve them, placing them on the desk of the official. Aryian began to speak lightly, though everyone in the room heard him perfectly.

 

"You know that if I wanted, I could kill you all with a thought. I am not here to cause trouble...I'm just...here. I'm not sure why. Do not act aggressive towards me, and I won't towards you. I will abide by watever you wish of me until I know my purpose, and then I will act. Hinder me, and you will discover what I really can do."

 

Silence reigned predominantly after that, and Aryian turned, moving to sit on a nearby couch, surveying the scene. As of now, he submitted to thier will...but f they thought they could control him, they had another thing coming.

[Guest]

Raiden appeared from the depths of the Penitentiary, approaching the Jedi with a rather unimpressed look on his face. He had donned his black Shadow Devision armor, and had his custom E-11(F)s in hand. He seemed completely unphased by the threat of floating lightsabers, and walked toward him incredulously.

 

"How did you get in here, Jedi? And what do you want?"

[Ary the Grey]

Aryian looked up at the man simply, a blank look on his face.

 

"The Force brought me here, I am its servant. As for want..."

 

Aryian thought a moment. So far, he had never thought about wants or desires. Not even his own needs. The Force had told him what to do, had guided him, he wanted not but for direction from his unseen ally.

 

"I...want not. Whatever I need, the Force provides me with. All I need now is to wait for it to guide me to what I'm supposed to do next."

 

All of it was the truth, but it sounded as if he were as innocent and stupid as a child by how he chose to answer the question. It was easy enough to see Aryian wasn't simply being smart with him, he had honestly believed what he had just said. It was a shame, as it didn't seem to satisfy the man. Aryian sighed, trying to say it in a way that the other would understand.

 

"I felt...drawn here. I followed another ship here, but as I saw it leave, I was not drawn to it again. So I was obviously being drawn here, to this place. I don't know why. I'm supposed to be here, now, in this place, until I am drawn elsewhere. Then I will go."

[ObliviousKnight]

Hours passed”¦ and Armiena was accompanied only by her own thoughts and the persistent gnawing in her stomach. She could be heard cursing from time to time, mostly aimed at the guard who had left her without a meal””so she had been a bit overeager and spilled it all over him. His departure had spoken volumes of the discipline of the guards in her level. Clearly, the officers had lost all control over their men””or worse, they were ordering their men to lower themselves in this way.

 

A long nap whiled away a few hours while Armiena waited for her next meal, but then she was left to the silence.

 

The silence”¦.

 

It was maddening. Even in the secluded Jedi Temples, there had always been something in the background, whether it was a distant conversation, the footsteps of a passerby in the corridors, or just the shifts in the Force. She had never been alone so thoroughly in her life before, and if the fact that she was beginning to speak to herself was any indication, it was clearly affecting her.

 

More time passed. Armiena had taken to speaking to herself, debating the merits of several varieties of capital ships, primarily the Strike-class Medium Cruiser, the Victory-class Star Destroyer, and the Venator-class Star Destroyer. A few smaller ships were also mentioned. It seemed she was particularly focused on the ability of the latter two ships to operate in atmosphere, and even land on a reinforced surface.

 

”œVandro would love those”¦ the Venator would make a great carrier for the Ess-Eff, but”¦”

[Ary the Grey]

((3 Day rule...>.<))

 

Aryian grew bored of no response and rose from where he was sitting, exiting the room with the guard commander and his two 'escorts' in tow, weapons drawn. They didn't shoot, the memory of the two shots fizzling out in midair stinging sharply in their minds as Aryian calmly strode through the throng of troopers, weapons bristling in his direction. Once more the commander barked a short but well understood order to hold fire. They followed him all the way outside the building, where Aryian stopped in the middle of the plaza out front, looking spacewards. To them, he had done nothing more than look skywards, but to those with the proper equipment, they would be able to pick up a low-wave fequency control transmission to a nearby source, which sent a tightly compressed message out into the galaxy to a specific location.

 

Come...

 

The Master was summoning his chariot...and it would arrive soon. While he waited, Aryian wanted to attempt to regain some of his memories, and this was the best way to do it.

 

((Simply comming my ship...no need for alarm...>.>

 

 

 

Well, OOC at least, it's kinda natural IC.))

[Guest]

((OOC: I'm trying to go with this, but honestly, I really can't think of a response for this character that wouldn't be trying to kill/imprison you, so I figured since you seem pretty apt to just make with the char dev, I might as well let you. Chad said he'd be coming soon for the rescue, but given that I'm not extremely happy about the overwhelming numbers--I intend to use some shifty tactics.))

 

Raiden retired to his office, logging on to the Imperial Network and searching out recent holonet news, major bounties posted, and otherwise anything to pass the time. A guard came by Armiena's cell, passing the daily food through the lock. The lonely, pastey, soulless storm trooper that he was, he couldn't help but hit on the only thing with breasts he'd seen in the last 3 years.

 

"So uhh, what's a fine lady like you doing in a maximum security cell block like this, huh?"

[Ary the Grey]

((Okay...I'll still leave myself in a position to be easily taken on in that case. Every time I put myself in your shoes I really feel no alternative than this or seriously try to just bump Aryian off and sell his lightsabers on the black market... ))

 

As Aryian was looking towards the heavens, he noticed several troopers holding the right sides of their helmets, as if they were recieving a message. Several of them broke off and went back into the main facility, but a good number remained, still pointing their weapons in his direction, though casually. One of them spoke up, causing Aryian to look towards them.

 

"You're a lucky one. Lord-Raiden normally would have killed someone like you by now, but I suppose his intrests are piqued in exactly how you got in here, a maximum-level detention area. And since you haven't made any hotilities clear, he's allowed you to stay in a nearby cell, with a few amenities."

 

The trooper gestured with his weapon, and Aryian got the idea. He began walking, following a white-clad trooper in front of him to a decently large however unused cell in a small building to the side of the main one. It had a bed and somewhat public bathroom, and the cell had a lingering odor to it, however the troopers remained posted outside and the door wasn't locked. Aryian could accept these conditions, especially considering what could have happened. Such was the Force to him at present moment, it gave way to peace and nonviolence rather than direct assault, a thing that seemed to be out of place in the far reaches of his mind.

 

He sat on the bed, beginning to fall into a deep meditative trance. The pieces to the puzzle that was Aryian Darkfire were slowly beginning to fall together, one by one.

 

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Some time later, a small Starviper-class ship shot out of hyperspace, angling directly for the large asteroid. The ship broadcasted no frequencies, and at first appeared to be somewhat of a ghost ship, until it swerved straight down at the asteroid to pull into a tight orbit around it. The spacial coordinator at the facility tried hiling the vessel, and stopped when the only one thing was tranmitted, a hologram of the guest 'prisoner' they had currently in the auxillary holding area. He did, however, send someone to notify his commander, who in turn would most likely inform the warden.

 

Down in hi cell, Aryian could feel the uplink begin in his implant, his computer's AI and his thoughts became intermingled. Many bits of informatin were interchanged, but nothing that Aryian thought he would benefit from. Finally, he mentaly sent a command to the ship, causing it to begin broadcasting a large amount of data directly at Aryian.

 

[Tell me who I am...]

 

((The implant comms are desiged to be heavily encypted and not easy to detect, however if you want to know, you shoud ask Aryian.))

[ObliviousKnight]

Armiena leaned against the wall, semi-grateful that she hadn't just done something extremely stupid, such as bashing her hand against the hard surface. Her chest heaved and her heartbeat slowed; the temper tantrum was clearly over.

 

Where in the hells are””

 

”œSonofa--!”

[Seraphim]

Seraphim had been up for countless hours without a crumb of food, a drop of water, or so much as a whisper from the force that he had once been so used to naturally feeling. He had wanted sleep more then he could ever remember. His eyes were so heavy that he had to keep moving or risk falling straight to sleep and receiving another jolt of electricity. They hadn't come to bother him in quite sometime, leading him to believe that they had a higher profile prisoner on this level.

 

All the time alone left his thoughts dwelling on things for far too long. Several times he had tried to close his eyes and hide from the thoughts, only to receive a shock of electricity. For so long the force had helped him avoid pain, or heal him when he was injured”¦but now he was without it and it left him with the sensation of feeling completely naked, despite the bright orange jumper he was wearing.

 

The Jedi wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it. He needed sleep, water, and food”¦but to get it, he'd have to comply with the Imperials demands. He knew he couldn't do that, he shouldn't do that...but his stomach was growling in protest.

[Ary the Grey]

A single, small probe, no larger than about the size of a recycler can drops out of hyperspace, immediately beginning its preprogrammed tasks. The object was small enough to not trip the security sensors and yet large enough to house enhanced electronics and a small hyperdrive motivator. It only took a nanosecond for the scans to be completed, as it had already known what to look for thanks to the information supplied by the now destroyed pirate base. An extremely short tight bandwidth comm was sent out to a nearby source before it activated its final function: to set up a comm jamming signal just large enough to block any initial alarms from reaching out into space.

 

Only seconds later, and an entire fleet jumped from hyperspace, the sixty-odd starviper starfighters fanning out in a hunter-kill method. Five starfighters in particular shot straight out at high velocity, taking out several critical points with EMP-equipped proton torpedoes. The first things to go was the comm relay station and satellite, next was the power generator for the base itself and then the main shields for the base, causing a rapid decompresion in the atmosphere inside, killing all who were outside the facilities when this happened. The facilities themselves began to lock down, but the process couldn't be completed because the main generator was offline. Precious oxygen began to drain out of the buildings, slowly yet surely.

 

At this point, the landing craft made it to the surface of the planet under the cover of the starfighters, and they landed next to the buildings just like they were boarding another capitol ship. Several holes in the walls were cut open for the Venom troops to enter through, and one by one, each of the landing zones were secured with no casualties. Finally, Malus Exoro walked out into the main landing zone, his armor of a different design than the others to denote his rank. An aura of command resonated from him, and the Venom Division soldiers responded to his commands as if they were all of one mind. Four groups in all began moving forwards to sweep the buildings and take out any resistance. Malus's group, however, began looking for the central computer nodes, a different task than the others.

 

Venom's trial by fire had begun...

[ObliviousKnight]

First came the silence. That was nothing new for Armiena; for days, or weeks, or months (she had no idea how long it had been, having lost any meaningful way of keeping time other than how many meals she had received), the only regular ambient noise was the low humm of power in the walls and the occasional booted step in the corridor outside her cell.

 

But now, the only noise she could hear was her own breathing. And perhaps, her heartbeat as well.

 

Then came the darkness. Armiena suspected that was nothing for the Imperial stormtrooper; she knew, through both academic knowledge and experience, that their armor's lenses enhanced the vision of the wearer. But all Armiena could now see was the outline of his armor and the dim glow of his E-11's readout.

 

Ah, for a moment, Armiena pitied the fool. He'd chosen to spend his time hitting on the nigh-defenseless captive, rather than actually doing his job. In that period of time--only a handful of milliseconds--the Jedi Grandmaster's toned legs chambered into a low crouch and she sprang towards her jail keeper.

 

Fortunately, the guard's reflexes, slowed by boredom and the apparent harmlessness of his prisoner, were not so quick to allow him to swiftly draw his blaster and simply stun her. By the time his hand even reached the holster, Armiena was already on top of him, her slight frame knocking him off-balance.

 

"Come on, muthafracker!" It sounded like an appropriate thing to say. Armiena's right elbow, already aided by her flight, came around and smashed against the side of the guard's helmet. Although it did nothing good for the woman's elbow--she had, after all, just struck an armored man with an unprotected blow--it popped off the legendary white helmet, which flew off, bounced off a nearby wall, and swiftly became a safety hazard for anyone who would be walking along this corridor.

 

All of that detail was lost to Armiena, however. She stepped away from the guard's blaster as the muzzle came up, and instead gripped the metal cylinder, pressing the weapon into the guard's abdomen just as his finger squeezed the trigger in self-defense....

 

A stun shot.

 

At this range, no armor would have saved the poor soldier, and the body came tumbling down.

 

"Fool!" Instead of whispering those words in silent thanks for the guard's incompetence, Armiena boldly shouted them out, fighting the temptation to strike a pose as her plastoid-covered friend hit the deck. His fingers, however, seized up on the blaster, spraying azure fire all over the vicinity--Armiena was quick to duck back into her cell to dodge the unexpected salvo of fire. Waiting until his fingers stopped twitching, she stepped back into the corridor and pulled the stunned guard's body into her cell.

 

Armiena began the liberation with her foe's equipment. She only donned the boots, thigh plates, and the helmet and breastplate--she didn't have the time to don the whole bodyglove and the ill-fitting pauldrons.

 

Her new uniform rattled quite a bit on her frame; she was nowhere near the proper height and build to serve as a stormtrooper, and she didn't take the time to adjust the armor's fit. The only piece of armor that was remotely snug, she quickly realized, was the breastplate.

 

Ouch.

 

But at least she was armed and armored now, and if the power outage had affected the entire base, she now had dozens, if not hundreds of comrades who also had a similar goal in mind.

[Seraphim]

The dull, constant light that was eating away at Seraphim's sanity after a full week without sleep blinked out of existence. He tried to focus upwards, to see who would be there waiting to lift him out of his cage or toss some food in at last, but there was no one. He could vaguely process a bit of frantic activity from above though, which told him something was finally happening.

 

He struggled to his feet, weakly, and grabbed onto the exit of his cell to support himself. His energy reserves had been depleted and if he didn't get food soon, things could turn out badly. He could see prisoners moving towards the turbolift, one of them bent before it and wiring something against the door. As the young man pulled himself out of the cell so that he was lying on the ground, he heard and felt the explosion that blew the door open to reveal the turbolift's shaft.

 

They began to pile into it, armed with the guard's weapons. He didn't think he'd have the strength to climb all the way to the top and quite honestly doubted that many of them would be able to do it. He heard someone stop beside him, which pulled his attention away from the door. A figure of moderate height and neon pink skin stood beside him. His tail, with a triangular tip, was flicking back and forth. He smiled at Seraphim, waving at him despite being so close and not needing too.

 

”œYou, you are weak”¦yes? They don't feed you, I hear them taunting you. I help, come.”

[Ary the Grey]

((3-day rule...

 

Aryian Darkfire has requested I RP his actions for the time being. I have his permission.

 

** I have permission to apply this action to OK and Seraphim's PCs.))

 

The raid was swift and relatively flawless, a few of the men from Bravo Company were pinned under a large heavy object by crafty prisoners who had set a trap, but otherwise, everything went according to plan.

 

Stun shots were the only things fired from Malus's troops, however with the amount of suppressive fire sprayed from each of the four groups, anything, even beings as strong as Wookiees, were easily taken down. And for the other beings who were too fast to shoot, sleeping gas canisters worked wonders. In the span of twenty minutes, the Venom troops had blitzkrieged from the top of the facility to it's bottom, subduing anyone in its way**. Malus, with Alpha company, had secured positioning around a room near the middle of the facility, the last stronghold of troopers, the ones that fought with the fiercest resistance.

 

"KEEP FIRING! COVER OUR MEN! Sergeant Grey, take your men in a Delta-three-six attack pattern, flank them any way possible!"

 

Shot continued to be exchnged back and forth down the small hallway before finally they stopped sudenly, sounds echoing from the room inside. Several shot and thumps were heard before an all clear was given, and Malus and several men rushed down the hallway to enter the big room. There, they found eight of the ten soldiers sent standing in a spread circle around a group of stormtroopers, as well as a man dresed in similar armor, yet different. ((Lord Raiden)) Malus, sneering through his helmet, immediately recognized him as a significant leader in the facility, possibly even the warden himself.

 

"Good work, First squad. Second squad, assist First squad, if any of them moves, kill them. Third squad, tend to the two wounded. Fourth-"

 

Malus pointed at what could only obviously be a large computer bank, something the Imperials had held as important.

 

"-Begin exracting their entire database, or what is left of it. No doubt the EMP blasts damaged it a bit as well as the Imperials trying to erase whatever was on there. Get whatever you can, encrypted or not, and notify me directly when you're finished."

 

Malus grabbed for his comm, thumbing on the short range comlink he had rigged to punch through the jamming at short ranges. Each of the Company commanders had one, they were designed for this specific purpose.

 

"Report in."

 

"-Bravo, have casualties, seven, phase one successful."

 

"-Charlie, phase one successful."

 

"-Delta, phase one successful."

 

"Understood. Charlie, send a squad to assist in Bravo's casualties. Everyone else, commence with phase two."

 

The Companies signed off, doing as they were told. One by one, the limp bodies of all the prioners were dragged back to the holding ships, restunned as necessary. The bodies of dead pirates from the base were deposited around the facility as evience, and Delta did a sweep to ensure nothing was left behind. Fourth Squad of Alpha had already initited the download, and was a god fourty percent into the process. Another ten minutes, and the operation would be over.

 

Malus silently turned to the small group of captives, eyeing them over, yet remaining otherwise silent.

[ObliviousKnight]

This sucks.

 

Only a few seconds in the past, Armiena had been at the shaft of the singular turbolift that ran out of the lowest levels of the prison, trying to figure out how she would be able to climb up to the surface without the aid of the Force, a working turbolift, or even the use of both her arms. The maintenance ladder looked promising, though there was no guarantee that a crafty guard wouldn't simply sever it with a well-placed grenade.

 

But that was a few seconds in the past. Now, Armiena was lying on her side, most of her body numb from having absorbed several stun blasts at short range. Soon, it seemed she wouldn't even have the luxury of consciousness; a wispy fog was starting to build up in the corridor. She could only hope that the gas would only render her unconscious, rather than poison her.

 

About twenty minutes. That's how long I have, assuming the seal on this helmet is... Armiena sniffed. She definitely hadn't taken the time to seal her borrowed stormtrooper helmet, nor did she have the time to activate the armor's meager oxygen supply before she had been stunned into incapacitation.

 

Great. Now I'm breathing bloody night-night gas, and I'm STILL WEARING THIS CHAOS-SPAWNED COMLINK LIKE IT'S A BLOODY TAMPON! Heads will ROLL when I wake up, you hear me! I will roast your...

 

However Armiena had planned to end that silent threat to the unknown fourth party in the prison, she never got the chance to finish it. The inexorable law that required her to eventually cease holding her breath dictated that she take a deep breath of the dreamy fog, which brought swift oblivion to her senses and deep sleep to the paralyzed Jedi Grandmaster.

[Seraphim]

((He said he's cool with me doing this, so yeah.))

 

In the corner of the hanger a Jedi and his savior were hunched over. He was exuding a peaceful aura, which kept the soldiers from firing stun blasts in their direction for the time being. The curious being that had saved him from being left behind had his tail wrapped around Seraphim's waist to help support him. They both wore storm trooper torso pieces and helmets, sealed so that the gas that had been released wouldn't put them down.

 

The duo made there way towards one of the Imperial shuttles, boarding it without hassle mostly because of Seraphim's ability to make them go unnoticed. The figure that had helped him up the elevator shaft introduced himself as Vogner before asking Seraphim if he knew of a place they could go. He was barely able to get the words out. Sitting with both legs up in the seat and his knees bent up and out, Vogner programmed in the destination before quickly lifting off.

 

Seraphim kept up the aura, protecting them from being shot down until they left the system. The instant the stars blurred, Seraphim passed out.

[Ary the Grey]

((Three day rule (again)... ))

 

"Execute them. They will serve as more evidence."

 

Malus had seen enough of the few troops they did manage to capture, and he grew tired of the stare the leader shot back his way. With a few clean shots to the head, a lot of cursing before they all died, and burning blood spatters, each of their corpses fell to the ground, dead. Throughout the facility, blster shots rang out, executing the stormtroopers who were still only stunned or asleep, making sure there was nothing behind. Several prisoners identified as enemies to the pirate gang were also executed in a similar manner, and not a one of them felt a thing.

 

"Sir!"

 

Malus turned his head, tuning out the distant blaster bolts momentarily.

 

"What is it?"

 

"We've just had a report sir, one of the Imperial Shuttles from the hangar has successfully launched and gone to Hyperspace."

 

Malus stared at him blankly for a few seconds, fuming. This was horrible news...if the Imperials managed to contact any part of their fleet, this tirade was over. They needed to get out. Now.

 

"And why, may I ask, should I not shoot the person responsible for this right now?"

 

The soldier held a hand to the side of his helmet, listening to a comm that had just reached him.

 

"Sir, Charlie reports ysalamiri feeding emplacements in the lower levels, and the guards in the relevant hangar have discovered tampering of a lift tube entrance nearby. The lift descends nearly completely down to the bottom of the facility."

 

Malus paused a few seconds, thinking. They had been keeping Force Users here...it was barely hinted at in the Pirate records, and Malus shrugged it off as superstition. But Force Users would be extremely hard to subject to brainwashing techniques and indoctrinated into his ranks. There was also the possibility that these people would be highly recognizable, and as such, there was no way he could attempt to 'enlist' them. Therefore...they would need to be dropped off somewhere...discreet and yet public enough that nobody would notice.

 

Coruscant.

 

"Very well, begin Phase three, and double time it. We haven't got long, so set the charges and the EMP, and begin the sequence for the overload of the backup reactors once the extractor team is finished."

 

"Yes sir!"

 

The Commander moved off, barking orders and getting men moving. Fourth squad had just finished extracting all the data they could from the Imperial computers, and moved out, the final preparations complete. In moments, the fleet departed Ovoo, detonating the final and largest EMP yet, completely wiping all electrical information left in the place and rendering everything useless at the same time the reactors and supplementary charges blew, enough to shatter the asteroid that housed the giant prison and blow it to slag.

 

The fleet formed up, barely ahead of the wake of the explosion, and jumped to hyperspace with flames licking their tails. Several microjumps were made once out of system, making it impossible for anyone to follow them.

[Commissar Holt]

The gas giant Oovo loomed majestically ahead, filling the observation window. Commissar Holt surveyed the asteroid field surrounding it, trying to spot Oovo IV before the ship homed in on it. He was actually pleased that he could not; the asteroid sending encrypted docking codes was just as anonymous and unremarkable as the sea of debris it floated in.

 

A useful trait in an intelligence base.

 

The Commissar straightened his uniform before turning to the captain's console.

 

Try to raise someone on the comm, Ensign.

 

Lieutenant Jorgen arrived on deck silently, and stared placidly over Holt's shoulder at the blank comm screen. At length, he stifled a yawn under the Commissar's disapproving glare. Oovo IV slowly began to blot out its parent planet as they drifted ever closer.

[Commissar Holt]

As the docking port became visible, the comm remained eerily silent. The doors were gaping open; a slack jawed mouth on the craggy face of the asteroid.

 

”œIt looks like their comm is offline, Commissar. The signal's from an automatic beacon.”

Edited February 7, 2009 by Guest

[Ary the Grey]

In moments, the fleet departed Ovoo, detonating the final and largest EMP yet, completely wiping all electrical information left in the place and rendering everything useless at the same time the reactors and supplementary charges blew, enough to shatter the asteroid that housed the giant prison and blow it to slag.

 

((There is nothing left but scrap metal of the facility/asteroid that housed the prison at Ovoo IV. The asteroid might not have been destroyed as per the rules regarding destruction of planets (which I suppose this would count as one), but that facility certainly was.))

[Commissar Holt]

(OOC: I know. I'm trying to reconcile what I saw in your post with what my orders say, namely that the default "planet" for my new station in the Empire is Oovo IV. The condition of the facility itself is immaterial, I will be rebuilding from scratch. So long as there is sufficient mass left of the asteroid to anchor and conceal a new base, I am content, and we can continue without incident. The alternative, of course, is the archival of this board, as it no longer serves a purpose. I would rather have it see new use in my hands than gather dust elsewhere.

 

No survivors will be found, no consequential infrastructure will be salvageable, nothing in direct conflict with your 2007 post will occur (other than that the asteroid [and this board] remains in play). Though he doesn't know it yet, Commissar Holt will find little more than scorched plating and twisted girders beyond the remnants of the docking doors. Once the new base is constructed, I will ask that the board be renamed for the new structure it represents.

 

Your organization's fingerprints may or may not be found on this base's original destruction, pending an in depth review of your methods and, of course, the whims of the Emperor. That said, Holt's first priority is reconstruction, which will most likely destroy any evidence linking you to your heinous crimes there.

 

Content?)

[King Kheldar vos Correlli]

2 things:

 

First, cut the OOC chatter and take it to PMs in the future.

 

Second, Holt's actions may proceed as outlined above.

[Commissar Holt]

(OOC: Tidied up my previous post (zero power, signal from beacon rather than abandoned comm, etc) to reduce conflict.)

 

Commissar Holt stepped down from the boarding ramp, and into the relative weightlessness of the docking bay. He surveyed the desolation in silence as Lt. Jorgen and his team pulled security.

 

It was pointless. This hole in the rock and a few bits of mangled metal was all that remained of the old installation. There was no life, and no use for the little that hadn't been vaporized or depressurized. And that was perfect.

 

Madness? This is the Empire!

 

The Commissar allowed himself a smile. The Emperor's plan was finally clear to him.

 

Lieutenant Jorgen, tell the men that this hole is our new home. Scavenge our prefabricated bases, and get something set up in here. Keep it all low profile. If the enemy believes this base is destroyed, we shall not correct him. I'll be in my ready room.

 

Holt bounded back up the ramp and into the airlock. In his quarters he began the first of a long series of requisition orders to re-establish an Imperial presence on the asteroid. Hours later, with the first round of paperwork completed, he turned his attention to the organization of his Battlegroup.

It's going to be a very long night.

[Commissar Holt]

Time dragged by on the asteroid as pieces to the new base drifted in. It wouldn't do to risk simply sending a construction barge, so the more innocuous materials were routed nearby and "lost in transit," and the more sensitive components (supercomputers, shield generators, signal interceptors, etc) were shipped in by small private freighters, some assembly required.

 

The result was a small, nigh invisible station, shielded by the mass of the asteroid (and enough generators to protect a small moon). The only surface structures, aside from the remodeled docking bay, were small sensor arrays and defense turrets, scattered discretely across the surface of Oovo IV and several nearby unoccupied Asteroids in stable synchronous orbit. Its standing staff of 60 trained intelligence operatives were shipped in a few at a time, along with the base components, with the remainder held in waiting on Holt's Star Destroyer.

 

Meanwhile, Commissar Holt was still studying fleet configurations. His SD had withdrawn from Oovo IV, ostensibly to survey nearby systems, but primarily because loitering around ones secret base in a capital ship seemed ill advised. The crew grew restless as construction came to a close, and their Commissar remained at work in his study. Without his dismissal, both the base and ship personnel were trapped on security quarantine. Lieutenant Jorgen carefully monitored morale as the ship continued to wait in isolation.

[BLACK1]

The newly acquired Republic ships exited hyperspace above Oovo IV, a comm ahead of time warning of their arrival all that was needed to halt what would have been a crippling barrage from the planets orbital defenses. With practiced military proficiency the Republic soldiers, numbering easily over a hundred thousand, were filed off their previous posts with a short shuttle ride planet side before being dropped off for processing. With the ships now emptied, the skeleton crew of Imperial soldiers lead the ships to space.

[BLACK1]

((Krote, you're here for a mandatory three days, as per me three daying you at MC. You can post at any time, but after the three days you are able to make an attempt to escape. PM me with how long you'd like to stay here, and all your cares of concerns. But do not think I will simply let you go. Gotta work hard on an escape post. My suggestion is to do some research.))

 

A small shuttle comes in and drops off what little unwounded prisoners remained from the recent offensive at Mon Calamari. They were quickly dropped off, processed, and shown to their cells.

[James Krote]

James was roughed up as he was shuffled around the Imperial Base and put into a small cell. He sat down against a wall looking for any escape route, but was unlucky and didn't find one. He knew he would be there for awhile before he was released or killed so he kept looking. After awhile he slowly drifted off to sleep and would awaken with his strength back which would be useful if he found a way out.

[James Krote]

((I don't know what level I'm on of the prison so I guessed a middlish one.))

 

James had been up for a few hours, he was scared and sad. All of those people on Mon Calamari that died because he couldn't get help. He felt horrible. He was standing by the bars of the cell and was leaning on them, there was a guard patrolling down the aisle of cells. James got an idea, he figured out the time it took for the guard to make a round. As he was crossing his cell he stuck his foot out causing him to trip the guard. James dropped to his knees and grabbed the guard's keys, he opened his cell and placed the guard in it after disarming him. After James let out all of the prisoners he could they set off. James didn't want to hurt anyone but he wanted to make it out alive and the people he would hurt were bad so he was doing the Universe a a favor in a sense.

 

((Post one of escape.))

[James Krote]

((OOC:It's been more than tree days so I am posting again.))

 

James was careful not to set off any alarms that they could prevent, he knew the usual places for such device; around corners, open areas and around important rooms. He knew that they might be caught but he had to try and that is what kept him going. He was slightly out of his element with no accessible computer terminals or droids he could use, the only skill he had that was useful was his knowledge of security and security procedures which came in handy for choosing what turns to make and when to hide.

 

He came to a hangar with a couple of patrol ships and got into one, a couple of prisoners joined him and the rest got into another one. James readied the ship for take off making sure it was in workable conditions. He strapped in and got ready to escape.

 

"Strap in guys, this probably will be bumpy." He said in a cool demeanor which was surprising coming from such a young kid.

 

((Second escape post.))