Log:First Order: Pirasteroid III - Pirasteroid Cream

Pirasteroid III - Pirasteroid Cream

Location: Zedir's Fist - Mobile Pirate Base
Participants: Dreman Bryce, Karys, Avery Ihala Kora, Saanvi and Hadrix Rol

"The Supreme Leader declared the base must die. I'm no hand with tech, or demolitions. I'm going to war. If I'm in the area I can be contacted for fire support. The white jobs and I are going to try and draw majority fire to our location. Lower corridors move through primary cargo space and past their med-bay, port side passageway leads through primary service corridors, likely the galley and secondary barracks. Set the reactor to blow and call exfiltration on main comms so that First Order forces can egress, or you can just blow it up and kill us all." Hadrix stands before White-Jobs, the Vanguard, and Dreman. "Questions?"
"Understood, squad lead," Karys remarks, glancing aside at Avery. "You can handle explosives right?" Her head tilts thoughtfully before her helmet is lofted, pressed down over her head. She seals it and then gives a nod to indicate she is ready to go.
The rookie's response is to blink a few times at Karys, one eyebrow wiggling slightly, before lifting his helmet to lock into place as well. <<"I can pick them up and move them from place to place, if that's what you mean?">> AV-1004 shifts his weight from one foot to the other after a moment of awkward silence. <<"I can give it a shot? I'm better with the systems, not so much with the explosions.">> Avery remarks as he slings his T-21 over his shoulder, shifting once more as the bulk of the weapon settles on his frame.
Saanvi is ready to keep people's redstuff on the inside and hopefully not try to shoot any of her crechemates or her betters <<Be cautious. I can do nothing to repair a purcussive blast if you are rendered into many small peices."
If Bryce had some measure of resistance to the plan, he didn't voice it. In fact, he didn't voice much of anything--He simply turned and regarded the others, before he pulls up a holocommunicator. With the press of a button, a blow glow emits, before the space station appears. A red line illuminates their projected pathway they were instructed to take. "Simple enough," he says through his digitized vocoder. Then, he adds, "Something tells me someone won't like our plan."
"That's why I'm taking the center-line, Knight. You're all welcome to follow me in, if you like. I feel like going back to my roots." There's a savage sort of grin in Hadrix's voice, even through his helmet externals. "Those are the Supreme Leader's orders. Good hunting. I will be reachable by comms as well" And then he is off, at a pneumatically enhanced jog at first before he kicks into a full run, white-jobs falling into line before the squad leader, weapons pulled and moving into assault sprint as another explosion somewhere rocks the asteroid.
"Well then the transport of the explosives is covered." Karys sounds somewhat amused even behind her modulator in her helmet. She glances to Hadrix and then to the others before she pulls her guns from her belt and gives a nod. Ready when they are she starts towards their objective. <"No one generally likes having things they own blown up.">
<<"I'd agree. Odds are the majority of people on this station wouldn't be too pleased, if I had to guess.">> comes Ten's response with a shrug. He peers around Dreman's shoulder to get a look at the pathway they are to follow, his eyes lifting from the holocommunicator to the actual hallway in which they need to advance. The blaster having barely settled on his shoulder is removed and readied, the four foot long weapon causing Avery to stand with feet spread apart. <<"All right then, shall we get a move on?">> barely leaves his lips before Hadrix is charging down a hallway. The eyebrow that wiggled a bit earlier goes in for a full raise as he turns his attention to Dreman and the remaining Vanguard. <<"Uh, should we be following him?">>

Saanvi's weapon is eased from her holster, <<Depends on what he is of a mind to do. Is he heading towards or away from the target of our desired objective?>> She brings up the rear and pivots her head a bit to gain her bearings.

"Well," Bryce says, "We'll have to adapt. We'll take the lower levels projection and see where it lands us." Despite the willingness of the others to move on, Bryce doesn't hesitate to move forward and take point. In case they were shot at,he made a good deflector shield. Onward!

<"Hold up," Karys lifts her hand, hoping her voice reaches Dreman as she motions to the crates in the portables direction. "Those should not be neatly stacked, we might actually be looking at some trouble. Good place to set up to attack from," she advises. Her pistols drawn free and readied for attack.
<"Either that or they are trying to keep us from heading that way."> She tilts her head, keeping her pistols aimed readied in that direction.
Avery hasn't been a full fledged Vanguard member for long but there is one thing he's learned, it's usually safer and simply a good idea to follow behind a lightsaber rather than in front of one, less risk for dismemberment. He scans constantly as they move, the barrel of the T-21 making its usual sweeping motions as he goes. When they reach the area with the multiple points of exit, AV begins to step toward the storage, his curiosity directing his feet. The rookie stops short at Karys' comment, spinning to regard the group with a hidden arched brow as he waits for a command.
Saanvi pauses and loks to Karys and then blinks, "Just so." She purses her lips perhaps peturbed she hadn't noticed the detail herself. She checks the charge on her weapon and shifts a bit restlessly as another furtive glance is cast about.
"Either way presents danger," Bryce admits, as he looks between the two options. Despite that, he seems to head towards the dark corridor labled Specialized Storage. He was far more curious about the sensation he felt coming from there. The ambush was far less interesting to him. "This way feels ... quieter, but more menacing," he says, before stepping towards the corridor. What was a little danger?!

Karys strays just a bit, heading towards the stack of crates that should not be so neatly placed. The gunslinger pauses, a pistol slowly lifting for a moment before she steps back slowly and then moves to join the others. <"Moving on."> Nothing of importance it would seem as she keeps up with the others, ready for what is ahead of them now that the Knight has chosen their route.
Eyes peer around the edge of the crates as the First Order forces move towards the darkened corridor in the wake of Dreman. Slow breaths let out, respite for now, the few pirates forced to eat from the dwindling stocks as they hide from the main conflict, hoping to sneak out once they can, or when the Order leave the rock they live on.
The darkness swallows up the forces quickly. A gloom cutting sight meters from anyone without some sort of light source or low light vision. Red lights glimmer at floor level, moving into sight and then disappearing again. Yellow orbs higher, and disorienting flashing from the distance, a oily tang seeping into the air...

Breathing in the change of the air, Karys drags her tongue along her lip and then shakes her head, <"What is that...?"> She sounds completely unfamiliar with it and carefully continues forward, following the brief lights that move in and out of her vision at times. "Knight Bryce."> It is a half question.

AV-1004 tilts his head to Bryce before he moves to stand in the doorway halfway between the two options. He keeps his T-21 pointed back into the room to cover Karys as she slips over to the crates, a flicker of a glance sent back over his shoulder to the Knight as he stalks into the dark beyond. A satisfied nod greets KS when she completes her examination of the stacked crates and strides past him, moving toward the direction of the Specialized Storage. Avery, with a final sweep of the room, ducks into the hallway to follow the rest, his normal routine of scouting once more engaged.
He spies the eyes and watches them with a cautious interest, waiting for a move to be made that erupts the hall in gunfire. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on the circumstance, his attention is soon drawn by the odd orbs of light that flicker in and out of their vision, the question on his lips being spoken by Karys in his headset.
Saanvi pauses nonplussed and queries of the others "What does that mean? IT does not sound safer. I do not understand the distinction he intends in quieter." As if somehow either one of her crechemates speak Cryptic KoR.
"Nothing I've ever seen," Bryce offers quietly. As the lights begin their paths through the air, his helmet feed switches to a low-light mode. It was only so effective, being fed to half of his vision. In addition, in preperation, he pair of lightsabers are brought to life in his hands. One, his own, is held defensively, while the other is held outward in front of him. "It means we're more likely to die from poison gas than a dozen pirates firing at as," He clarifies. Meanwhile, he tries to study the lights. Were they being emitted?
With the light of the sabers, and Dreman's equipment allow for glimpses of boxlike figures darting in and out of cover and... public service droids. There are crates and racks pushed and disheveled with more bodies both pirate and order left to rot. Ahead of the vanguard, gathering into ranks, protocol droids, mouse droids, astromechs, service droids... all set with blasters mounted can be seen and then firing a hailstorm of blaster bolts at the vanguard!
DROIDS?! The sight of them in the gloom is enough to bring up her pistols. <"Are they..."> before she can even get out the question the searing light of the blasters let loose on them has Karys dropping slightly and to th eside. <"Armed."> She quickly moves, zeroing in on those she can get a better bead on and the astromech's have lights that are blinking a bit more than the rest. She lets out a volley of five shots, four toasting them as her other gun swings out and to the side to spare a shot for the protocol droids which goes rather wide of the intended target.
<"I really hate droids.">
Avery emits a quiet meep as he dives out of the way of the appearing droids and the subsequent blaster fire. Unfortunately, he was a bit too slow or the droids were just that good of a shot as a bolt strikes him in the ass and helps propel him behind cover. <<"Aaaah! Something bit me!">> He cries as he cranes to look at his rear, a grumble when setting up the T-21 to return fire on these troublesome bots. He's still grumbling as the bolts come flying from his gun, the first striking wide of his target while the second one buries itself among the Protocol droids, frying circuits and causing mayhem. A slight grin slips across his lips with satisfaction in the revenge, even though his butt still stings.
As soon as the Droids are spotted, the lightsabers begin to move. A world of future possibilities begin to dwindle down in moments before inevitably they come to a conclusive firefight. Bryce is quick to react with the pair of crimson blades catching a few of the bolts and careening them harmlessly away. Not so harmlessly, however, a few of the bolts are returned right back at the Droids that loosed them. Then, with a flick of Bryce's wrist, one of the crimson blades is hurled towards the group of Droids. It makes a wide, sweeping arc towards and through the droids before returning to Bryce's hand.
It's like an action holo. Blaster bolts fill the air, droids moving with unnerving alacrity, if poor aim, charging in towards the First Order team. The air filled with blazing energy, lighsabers and madness.
R2 Units and service droids being cut down in swaths, uttering "OH! OH! Dear oh dear!" and high pitched thweeps and tweets before going silent.
But mouse droids. Mouse droids in legion... A collective intelligence that had been felt by Dreman, little blasters jutting from their tops, squeaking an trilling as they fire wildly, unafraid of striking one another as a collection of them focus on the gunslinger.
As the droids fall in great numbers the mouse droids seem to rally. The flurry of bolts that come Karys' way are overwhelming. She cries out as a few score her neck and against her helmet that buffers it but leaves Karys turnign her head. One of the shots breaks the seal on her helmet and she lets out a cry of pain that emits into the room.
She gasps out, the pain causing her eyes to water as she lets loose another flurry of shots and misses entirely.
With a flush of the cheeks that is thankfully hidden by his black helmet, Avery jerks his thumb at his rear, the singed armor plain to see from the various bolts of light that ricochet around the room. The trooper adjusts with a wince, allowing Saanvi a bit more space to work on his not-embarrassing-at-all wound while he returns fire at the droids. With his targets cut down in a hail of fire and aggressive negotiation, he looks to the smallest targets and squeezes the trigger. Perhaps it's the pained cry that cuits through his headphones that breaks his concentration, or maybe just because the little things are so hard to see, his bolts land harmlessly among the squeaking machines.
Saanvi alternately pats and scans Avery, she moves well with him as if used to this and yet all that intuition and grace is lost whenever she tries this in social context like Dancing. With some effort she finds the wound, scans the wound, and works to stop bleeding and bind the wound.
As the thrown lightsaber falls back into Bryce's waiting hand, his body drops into an acrobatic roll that helps close some of the distance between himself and the flanks of the Droids. With his own folk taking fire, he needed to turn potential damage away from them. As the roll completes, Bryce is lifting back to his feet and casting a wide hand to bring the saber downward and at each of the nearest Droids in-turn. Melting metal is strewn about them and chunks fall into pieces, littering the floor with sparks at their feet.
It's quiet, enough so in the wake of the destruction that it feels almost as if another strike would come. As the Knight and Vanguard finish the last of the droids, leaving sparking hulls in their wake they come out into a room that hums and glows. Control panels set beneath shield contained systems that pulse and fill the air with a static sound.
Hyperdrives meant for naval cruisers practically vibrate in place and engine systems that shake the very floor. The target in sight. No to get the next steps of destruction in place.
ushing back to her feet, Karys moves past one of the fallen mouse droids, smoldering still and gives it a solid KICK to send it sliding across the floor to hit the wall.
The humming of the machinery carries up through her feet and legs as she glances to the others and moves forward to help set down the explosives so that they can be installed properly - which is not by her.
Saanvi pats Avery on the shoulder, <<MEdic inbound, Please do not shoot me if I touch you.>> She pauses and ers, <<MEdical will await until explosive devices are set.>> She eases her pistol from it's holster but doesn't really aim it so much as keep it ready while she waits for the all clear.
As the last bit of Droids sputter in their final moments, Bryce allows his eyes to rise towards the others a moment. "Wonder what was in the other corridor," he muses a moment, before he turns towards the target. Before he approaches the place they would be setting the explosives, he passes by Karys. Before he moves past, Bryce raises a gloved hand to briefly make contact. What starts out as warmth quickly becomes a hot, almost stinging pain. But when it recedes, Karys will feel ... healthier. Probably. Then, Bryce is heading for the reactor array. "Who's our expert?" He asks, raising an eyebrow.
Karys is not quick to jump at the touch but it does cause her to tense. Her head slowly turns as the dark visor reflects the dim light back upon the Knight. A visible shudder runs up her spine and the Vanguard member draws an audible breath through her helmet. "Thank you." She utters lowly and then glances down at the explosives. <"I am not in demolitions but I will take a lok at the computer system."> Her pistols are stowed away before moving to the console and keying up the screen.
The usual back door procedure to get around security does not work and she curses lowly beneath her breath.

Saanvi steps up beside Karys, "Oh, it's an Omniborked, perhaps they haven't changed the manufacture override for the system?" She leaaaaans forward and peers attentively "Ah! Yes! It takes two people, you hit the emergency override and I'll enter in the override sequence it flashes to you, yes?" She scoots over to console just out of KArys reach prepared to do her part with KArys input.
Saanvi's knowhow seems enough to get finished what Karys started. There is a bleep, a loud voice speaking in some expansion regions language, and a sudden shift of the lights of the engines and hyper-cores, the blue slowly fading towards orange, bordering towards red. Alerts then begin following suit.
Bryce didn't respond to the appreciation of healing, but, he couldn't well have people dying around him. They weren't easy to replace--Not the Vanguard, anyway. Meanwhile, he listens as the others work on coming up with a solution. He considers, for a moment, stabbing something to break it... but he doesn't seem to act on the impulse. Then, their work pays off and Bryce looks up. "That's our flight," he says.
Karys glances to Saanvi as she comes up beside her. "Oh...well. Hmmmmm I think you are right." She scrutinizes the console as if it might just have betrayed her and then nods, glancing aside at the other vanguard member. "I got it." Keying up the override systems she quickly reads out the inscription. "Y-H-045-MT-9011-Z" That done the lights key up and she turns her head, the obvious statement is given a clipped nod befores he hurries away from the console so that they can begin back to where they came in for exfil.
As the quartet take off at speed, the former Jedi clearly has the advantage, preternatural awareness allowing him to duck and weave around falling stone and corridor as the overloads begin causing back-ups in exhaust that cause cracks in the stone, or sudden surges that blow out entire power conduits.
Karys and Saanvi find themselves thrown about, smashing into walls, burned by sparks and burst lines. Falling behind, the safety of the egress craft becoming further away...

Bryce was quick to work on getting out of the place. He wasn't the sort to stick around and wait for the world to explode around him. However, despite wanting very much to leave, there was a slight problem: the Troopers weren't Jedi. There was a moment where Bryce considered leaving, but, he was able to return just in time. Sliding back around a corner into visibility, Bryce is just in time to catch a glimpse of falling debris that would catch them off guard. In an instant, Bryce's hands rise, and he commands the force to allow him to control the debris itself. It slows and lingers a moment, before he casts it aside with a dramatic throwing motion.
No injuries worth a medic's attentions are sustained as the Vanguard an the Knight work. Speeding down the hall they come to a point that their footsteps splash instead of clatter over the metal floor. They find a battle line of white-armor troopers stacking the dead as sandbags to reinforce the cover they've found or improvised.
The dead are thick on the ground, channels have been cut in their numbers by tromping feet. Blood and pulped insides sluice across the floor. The troopers are engaged in peel-off defenses. moving for the exfiltration, swarming around Karys, Avery, Saanvi and even having trouble giving the Knight space.
As they pass the mid-point they can hear a repeater canon like Averys roaring and alternately the air screaming as plasma cuts across the firing lines. <<"Copy, Eighteen, Nine-Oh-Four on rear guard. Save me a seat.">> the massive armored form practically filling the hallway behind.

The docking bay opens up, more defense lines peeling back as lander shuttles standing open, filling to capacity before lifting off to make room for the next. Hatch clanking, the crush of bodies gets the demo team aboard as the first 'krumpf' of reactor shielding failure causes a fissure to open in the asteroid. Sound becomes a roar of air channeling somewhere, no bulkhead to seal them.
Just as all are aboard, surviving regulars and the Vanguard, the asteroid begins to crack in half, moments before the ship clears the particle shields and the craft are sent rocking and listing as the engines detonate, and the pilots rush to make corrective maneuvers and TIEs fire to break up asteroids to preserve the forces - even as a lander explodes, pulverized by fragments of rock, superstructure, and frozen bodies.
Zedir's base, gone. Pirates eliminated.
Mission complete.