Log:Resistance: Crucible Part II

Resistance: Crucible Part II

OOC Date: October 29, 2019
Location: Sienar-Janus Secret Star Base
Participants: Lofty, Ektor, Merek, Kryll Red as Blair Lasermine, Aryn Cole as Chewbacca, The Resistance

A space station in the middle of a vast nebula. Your mission: land on the Sienar-Janus R&D station, locate and fight your way to the computer core, copy or extract it, destroy what's left behind, and run like hell.

Welcome to the worst assignment in the Resistance Army and/or Intelligence: trapped about a courier model Y-wing with four other people in very close quarters for 27 hours as a loudmouthed and increasingly unfunny pilot inched through a massive nebula (which was probably very beautiful for the first ten hours or so) with sublight engines and frequent microjumps. All of this was to bypass defenses which were too heavy for the Resistance Fleet to fight through.

Finally.. FINALLY, the first half of the marathon voyage was done and they emerged alongside a half dozen other fighters and began to fight toward the great spindle-shaped Crucible facility. It hadn't been a smooth ride. Multiple blasts from a cloud of bizarre TIE drones had rocked the shields of White 1 on approach, raising a shower of sparks from a console at one point, but the ship made it through the worst in one piece. There had been a moment of tragedy as well, as the second Y-wing shuttle had come under fire while slipping the station's shields, lost control and cratered on the surface of the station. Just like that, half the boarding party was gone, four troopers and the pilot dead.

Ektor had brought White 1 to a landing in a cavernous enemy hangar at speed, broadcasting over the comms, <<Going in hot. Thanks for the cover, will let you know when the ground team- OH HOLY DREK, are you KIDDING me??>> the cause of his outburst is something veterans of the battle on Cophrigin 4 would recognize: a sharp-winged TIE fighter that appears to have transformed into a hovertank has drawn out of a side hangar, prompting a hasty blast of laser cannons from the Y-wing. Rather than deploy landing gear, the Courier hovers low with thrusters just above the deck, as the boarding hatch pops open and the team can disembark. "Okay, uh. So I'm gonna let you all out here.. Drek, here comes another one- Hang on," Another salvo of cannons ensues and a detonation roars through the docking bay. "Yeah, they ain't gonna stop coming. Hop out quick before the next one gets out, go!"

Lofty has been riding in the Y-Wing courier piloted semi-expertly by Ektor. Of course, their shields are gone, but what can you do? The Talz readies his bowcaster for battle as they land. He cocks it and flips a recessed switch, causing the polarizing globes on either end of the perpendicular conducting rod to hum. They whine until fully powered, when their faint magnetic thrum ascends out of the hearing range of most sentient species. The top barrel of the bowcaster loads a quarrel into it, ready to be accelerated to supersonic speeds by the magnetic field projected by both parallel polarizing orbs.

When the order is given, Lofty checks his helmet and proceeds out of the 'hatch'. "Go go go!" he warbles through his Talz snoot. There is a THUD when he hits the hangar deck, because Talz are big and fat.

Merek has on his rebel armor, its tone a nice color like the cavern, while the helmet is placed upon him. He looks to the place, and notices what kind of weaponry they will be managing, then he takes a moment to look to the others, "Alright, we're going in, we should," he watches then as Lofty moves, then keeps speaking, "We need to find cover first thing moving in," then he unholsters the pistol he keeps with him also.

"ROOOOWWWWWRRLLLLL!" Announces the mighty Chewbacca who trudges after the equally large Lofty. Like Lofty, the massive Wookiee carries a bowcaster which has already been primed to fire. Thundering footsteps announce his descent of the small ramp, and a 'small' leap has Chewie landing on the cold deck with a grumble. His brown and black fur press with the urging of the repulsors while he trudges to find cover. There's no stopping to direct the troop flow. They can move with the two largest Resistance members, or linger and get blasted as a result. The satchel the Wookiee carries hangs diagonal across his massive chest and opposite his bandolier of ammo packs. When Chewie is in place behind cover, he adjusts the satchel full of explosives and looks toward Lofty. "Rowrl...rrrr.. ROOOOWR!" He points his weapon toward their objective direction.

Pvt Lasermine has ridden along on the deathbus quietly until now, finally released from the coffin, he readies his blaster rifle. Power pack charged, fully loaded, gun hot. He stands up, and follows the other marines out, dropping down onto the panelling with his own solid stomp of boots. He brings his rifle up to a ready position and sweeps the immediate area, checking for threats while lead locks down the direction we'll take. "Lasermine, on the deck." and then the large furry is pointing towards their objective, or at least the direction they're going, and waits for orders to who's on point.

The hangar is a large rectangle, with smaller landing bays branching off from the large central corridor; the larger station is accessed through large blast doors at the hangar's narrow end. The acrid stench and grey haze of vaporized durasteel is thick in the air as the Resistance team crosses the debris-strewn hangar floor. An automated alarm klaxon sounds, prompting the slow close of the blast doors.

Lofty speaks fluent Wookieese. Or at least understands it. He nods to Chewbacca and surges forward, dodging debris with his unshod feet to nip through the blast door before complete closure. The Talz only wears the helmet and blast vest of rebel trooper armor, and has a bandolier over that for ease of movement.

When the group is making a way through the doors, Merek looks to make sure that all the people manage it, then he nods a bit while he lifts up a weapon.

Chewbacca is at the end of the group and moves with lumbering, thundering steps. At beckoning to Lofty to move, Chewie seems pleased enough that they are doing just that. With the doors closing, they have a finite amount of time to make the opening. When one of theirs falls back, Chewie adjusts his bowcaster to hang by its sling and appends Lasermine with the ease only a Wookiee would possess. He tosses the soldier through the threshold and follows in after, just in time to raise his weapon once more. "Grrr-rowwwworr ROOOWWRR!"

And then there is Lasermine, who did not run a four point three in PT, who has never broken a speed record on any run, and who is clearly being outpaced by the larger Lofty. His shame is growing. He hustles, trying to pick up speed but he knows he won't make the door, he's finally out of one coffin and then he's going to be trapped in a larger one with enemy fighters all over the place. He needs to fly, but does not have wings. However, sadly, there is a wookiee nearby. All of a sudden there is a roar and Lasermine's feet are lifted up off the ground, he looks back to see the Wookiee picking him up and preparing to throw him. "no no no no, It is against regulations to throw a private!" and then, he is tossed. Through the air, soaring at greater speeds he flies head first through the doorway, sliding a good fifteen feet with a quality squeel until his face finally smears enough to come to a stop. Lasermine looks about from the floor, smooshed face and all, to those nearby him. "We will newer shheak osh dis. Ewer."

The first thoroughfare of the large station spreads out to the left and right in a vast, slow curve. The team stands on the outer rim of a colossal wheel, faced with the task of working toward the central hub where Intel suggests the data core is stored. Thee station is all bright chrome and dull durasteel, the entire facility can?t be any older than a decade. A hulking load lifter droid lumbers toward the team slowly, pulling a repulsor-sled loaded down with what appears to be a twin ion engine housing. The reflective metallics of the walls and deck plating reflect the rotting red hues of a general alarm. Through the sealed blast doors at their back, a muted explosion can be heard.

Though no troopers converge on them yet, shouts and hurried bootfalls echo through the large corridor, and the first choice looms: how do they proceed toward the central hub?

Lofty closes his lower set of eyes against the harsh glare of the station, which is arrayed in that bright white Le Corbusier modern style that the First Order enjoys. "Turbolift, we go." The large white-furred Talz says, then points his claw, and then moves with surprising alacrity toward. "Datatapes is in center hub." He still uses the term 'datatape' for anything that contains data, because Talz are not amazing with language.

Merek looks to the turbolift, while he offers a nod and moves that way, lifting his weapon up while he shifts to follow that direction.

Chewie nods and follows along with Lofty, glancing back at Merek and Lasermine when he's reached the turbolift. He pauses near console for the lift looking at the screen and trying to decide what button to press. A low grumble escapes the Wookiee as he chances a button to see if that summons the lift they're intending to take. "ROOOWRRR--grrr.." Chewie says, his shoulders shrugging and the last part of his statement said in short-burst growls.

Blair peels himself up off the floor and grabs his rifle again, following Lofty's direction of heading to the tubrolift. He keeps his rifle up, sweeping left to right to cover any hallways or doors they pass and then waits at the doors, lowering his rifle and looking up at Chewie with a slightly ashamed face. He turns his head slightly towards the wookiee and whispers something, then looks back towards the doors keeping watch on the hallway.

Alas, whether through bad luck, an exceeded weight allowance, or the competance of the station's emergency programming, the turbolift slows to a stop barely a hundred feet from the starting point. An artificial, feminine voice stating, <This turbolift has been deactivated. Please remain in place and await the arrival of security personnel. Obedience is Strength.>

Lofty gives some orders as they come to a stop. "Merek, slice computer to dis-abble security. Yuun and Lasermine, open hatch in case Merek no work. Chewbacca, shoot security camera." The Talz checks the tension on his own bowcaster.

Merek moves to the hatch while he takes a moment to mess with a few of the wire materials. Then he shifts them so that he can work the access. There's a nod when it is opened up also.

Chewie mumble growls at Blair while they are moving, responding to something the soldier had said to him under his breath. Once in the lift, Chewie follows Lofty's prompt to disable the camera thinking that perhaps by pulling a wire-- ZAAAP! "ROOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRR!" Close quarters discharge of a bowcaster leaves the ears ringing and the remnants of the camera in pieces, steaming while Chewie shakes his hand out, low-key moan/gowling.

Lasermine looks about, waiting for the wookiee to blast the camera before moving to a good position in the elevator and slinging his rifle as he looks to Yuun. "Alright, I'll lift, you get it open." he interlaces his fingers and braces himself for Yuun to step into his hands. And then Merek has the lift moving again, and he stands up straight waving Yuun off. "Ok, thats easier than climbing anyway." he shoulders his rifle again and moves to the side of the turbolift where he can take cover behind the panels, and kneels down, rifle pointed towards the doors in case they open into a party.

Yuun couldn't do what the combat pilots do, but than again some of his history and learning of hte Jedi stated there were a lot of Jedi who were famous fighter pilots. He shakes his head, and as they come in hot, Yuun is up and out of the Y-Wing once orders are given. He takes his lightsaber into his hand and he doesn't ignite it yet, this would pull more enemies onto them. "Roger." he says as he moves to the hatch and begins trying to open the hatch.

All aboard the turbolift lurch suddenly as the lift abruptly starts back to full speed, under Merek's hasty- but successful- override of the emergency lockdown. Stopping is going to be.. very abrupt. The automated voice returns, <Tampering with the programming of Sienar-Jaemus property is a crime punishable by no fewer than twelve years of- You are exceeding the maximum allowed acceleration of this vehicle, this is punishable by no fewer than- Rules exist for a reason, you know.> The level, automated voice manages to sound miffed by that last comment. Still, the high speed flight toward the station's central hub continues unimpeded. Until it ends.

Quickly.

Lofty grumbles as they fly toward the central core level. "Wish I could shoot voice," he warbles, annoyed. As the bullet turbolift accelerates Lofty braces himself against the side, and when it strikes home via repulsors or emergency brakes or whatever safety features inhabit this universe's lifts, he is cushioned by the significant layer of arctic blubber under his skin. THUNK.

Merek watches as the lift seems to shift to the position it's meant to be in, meanwhile he isn't. Because he's then rolling upwards right into the ceiling, then he's rolling along the wall of the lift. How he manages that is anyone's guess really, then he tries to stand up with a sigh.

Chewie's knees give out and the big Wookiee hits the deck in a clatter of gear and discontent. Climbing back up slowly, the Wookiee tests his weight on one leg, then the other. "Roooowrr-grr-ROOOWR!"

The elevator to hell, is going down, and Blair is just along for the ride. He tries to stabilize himself since he's already on one knee and rides this wave out. "Ok, and I thought the Y-Wing was a ride!" his entire body is shaking with the speed and then WHAM. They are on the floor, well, everyone but Lofty and himself, even the Wookiee plants a bit. He holds back his grin, biting his lip as he stands up, "I'm just lighter than you are, must be how I kept my balance through that."

"Kriff!" is all that gets out of Yuun as they go down the elevator going to hell. Using the force to plant himself securly against the floor and as they come to that abrut halt, he plants his hand down on the floor. "Ok that was fun." he sighs and shakes his head. "We all good?" he asks as he takes a moment to get himself together than standing up.

The cabin of the turbolift is distinctly crumpled by its sudden stop, but still largely intact. One of the two lift doors is jammed, but the other slides open with a reluctant screech that sets teeth and boopsnoots on edge. Slightly distorted by a damaged speaker, the artificial voice states, < I hope you're proud-d-d-d of yourselves. Also, I hav-v-v-ve notified security of your approach.> A first blasterbolt scores the durasteel of the lift door from the corridor outside, where a waiting security team defends the transparisteel doors which lead to the computer core.

Lofty isn't waiting for a monologue. The large Talz bursts through the turbolift door with his bowcaster at the ready, appearing through smoke to fire two bolts into the stormtrooper NCOs guarding the central core. BOOM BOOM. Two quarrels are ignited with plasma from the lower secondary barrel of his weapon, streaking toward the armored troopers and striking them in the breastplates with a loud explosion. The force of the blast sends them sprawling like ragdolls, dead.

Merek begins standing up while he takes a moment to try and situaion. The gauntlet upon the wall of the lift, he shifts the weapon towards one of the security detail and blasts them clean, then he tries to situate a bit while he nods.

Blair turns back to the doorway which opens up to reveal a grouping of troopers to make their day worse. He raises his rifle back up and sends a blaster shot down the hall and into one of the troopers, then leans to the side to make sure others can fire past him. "This is almost as bad as fighting in a basement people!" he cringes a little as each blaster round is echoed within the confined space.

As the elevator comes to a halt and the doors begin opening, a trickle of danger sense roll through Yuun. He quickly moves off to the side, "Incoming!" he calls out as he watches as blaster fire reigns into the turbolift. Seeing as the others are trying to get shots in on the troopers, he grimaces, "We need some breathing room." He feels the force around them, moving through them, surrounding them. Falling into that state, Yuun focuses his attention on the Commander and knowing this was going to be risky, but would give his allies breathing room and opportunity, Yuun thrusts out his hand and using the force to slam into the Stormtrooper Commander trying to knock him and the surrounding Stormtroopers out of the way, though as he does that one blaster bolt hits Yuun in the chest dropping him to his knees, but with a last bit of effort he tries to move a few Stormies before he succumbs to his injuries.

Storming a set defense is always bloody, but the chaos cuts both ways, today: although the rebel raiders mange to break up the Sienar firing line, with 4 of the 10 defenders down, and the blue clad commander hurled backward to impact on the transparisteel hard enough to leave a web work of cracks in the dented metal, her simultaneous pistol shot burns into Yuun's chest. Muttering a curse, the commander tries to climb back up to her feet as the chaotic firefight rages on.

Lofty is caught in the Mexican Showdown at the turbolift entrance as he escapes first. Several blaster bolts fly by but one strikes the large Talz target in his armored breastplate, penetrating and causing him to roar in pain. He fires TWO shots from his bowcaster at the sergeant who shot him - one impacts his chest, and the other blows part of the trooper's head off. The smell of burnt fur and blubber fills the air. The Talz master chief shoulders his bowcaster and limps over to Yuun, checking him for life, then lifting him up to carry the fallen Jedi with the team.

Merek looks over to Yuun and moves to interpose, while he lifts up his pistol, "Come on man!" he says, then he takes a shot to the commander the Jedi was fighting, killing him, then he shifts upon the hip with another firing upon the troopers also.

Chewie isn't staying in the elevator. He's a big Wookiee, and Wookiees are to be feared! "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRRRR!"

Two blasts miss him entirely and the mighty Chewbacca ducks his head, retaliating with the enblazened green bolts of his bowcaster. If telekinesis had webbed the glass, the two troopers his weapon struck must have ruined it entirely as they smack the glass and fall, each absent their respective limbs. Chewie glances back. "ROOWRRR-GRROWRRRR!" He motions with his weapon, signifying they should come along. The massive Wookiee jiggy-jogs forward, his fur bouncing as he does so.

Blair fires down the hall at the retreating troopers, hitting the wounded one in the left leg. The trooper spins to the ground dead, and then Lasermine gets up and moves down the hall following the wookiee and covering him with his rifle. He glances towards Yuun, being carried by Lofty and tries not to worry about being a lowly private when the jedi are dropping around him.

The last pair of gray-armored troopers standing turn to flee down a side corridor, abandoning defense of the data core. One- already wounded- turns to offer one last shot at the rebel scum, and that bloodthirst is his undoing, as Blair's blast burns him down. The hasty boot steps of the last survivor are heard after he has ducked out of sight past a rounded corner. The doors to the core are broken and undefended.

Merek looks to the door, while they make their way to it. With Lofty carrying the Jedi, he nods a bit to them, then he looks to Blair and Chewbacca, "I will work on this, it will take a few, if you can cover me," he says. Then he waits for the Talz's okay, and when offered it, begins to work also.

Chewie uses a severed leg to knock out some of the hanging glass in order to make the opening big enough for them to get through. From here it's self explanatory. Merek works on the computer, Lofty does Lofty things, Blair covers, and Chewie does what Chewie does best. Explosives are placed in high-yield all around the room, but UP HIGH in case they get into another fight. They couldn't risk accidentally triggering an explosion prematurely. "ROOOWRRRALL.." Chewie says, which probably means he's done, because he's moving toward the door to help Blair cover.

Blair moves down to the exit the last trooper ran down to keep an eye on things, readying his rifle. He takes a peek around the corner and then ducks back, "Uhhh guys. Move fast, 10 troopers coming back this way with a hoversled as a shield." he readies himself to lay down some suppression fire in case someone has a proper explosive to toss down that hall.

Merek holsters back the pistol with him, while he looks to the coming troopers with the sled while he unlocks a frag. He then checks the weapon, before he shifts upon the hip, with a swing about to throw it at them, upon the sled while it blasts clean into two of them! "Alright, we're about finished, if you think that you can manage this, we'll keep on," he looks then to Chewie and to Blair.

Chewie answers Merek's question by peeking out from their room and BLASTING a trooper. Not only was it a demoralizing experience to witness a friend being slain, but it was done in a fashion that removed their head from their shoulders with an impact that showers nearby troopers with the contents of their friend's head. Chewie roars defiantly.

"ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWRR!"

Blair ducks back while the frag is tossed and multiple shots as well as a roar are sent down towards the troopers. He then turns his blaster around the corner and just holds the trigger down, draining the ammo charge as he attempts to supress the troopers further. "Can we speed this up folks? Someone call our cab!"

The unexpected ferocity of the rebels leave the incoming squad decimated, with two badly wounded, one slain, and the remaining seven ducking fully behind the hoversled for full cover as suppressing fire from Lasermine has its intended effect. They'll just.. chill there, thanks. The keen of hearing might hear a sergeant demanding over comlinks, "Repeat: pinned down under heavy fire- deploy a Chimera to concourse Zeta Seven!"

Blair adds, "They are calling for a /chimera/."

Merek looks to the device, then he finishes with that. It's more than he would've thought they would manage with the team on the sled. He then takes a moment to change frag and pick up his 718, <<Retreat!>> He calls on the comlink.

There's an audible click on Chewie's bowcaster, his hairy thumb changing the weapon to use the ricochet bolts. When Merek gives the command to retreat, he takes aim above the troopers' cover and fires! The first finds a mark, albeit unseen, and the second takes out a light showering sparks over the troopers' heads. "ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWR!" The Wookiee yells, and he lumbers back into the old-and-busted lift and slams a meaty/hairy paw against the console and ROARS at the AI voice. "ROOOWR!"

Blair does not need to be told twice. Reloading his rifle, he sends a couple more shots down the hall to chase Chewie's and then he stands up and bugs out as well. He says to himself, "No more closing doors, please please please."

<Use of profanity in a public turbo lift is punishable by a fine no less than-> the AI behind to scold, as the battered lift grudgingly complies with the roaring Wookiee and his friends. Another rocket-lift ride to their hangar of origin, carrying their wounded and hoping for the best, the team slides the blast doors open to find a hovering White 1 pivoting on thrusters in a scorched bay, littered heavily with scorched debris, to aim nose cannons at them. The external comm howls, <<WRONG DOOR, HUTT-SUCKERS- Oh, hey, it's you guys! Sorry, sorry, come on. You get the thing? Tell me later, climb on and let's get gone, yeah?>>