Log:Resistance: Corellian Stars

Corellian Stars

OOC Date: April 27, 2018
Location: Carbantis System
Participants: Ektor(GM), Chimera, Devii, David Ironside, Ambrosia Greystorm, Sar Yavok, Maeve Zavir, The Resistance

The Carbantis System is firmly within the Corporate Sector; a stretch of space which lacks in abundant natural resources, and thus had remained under-developed for centuries, until the emergence of the Carbanti Electronics Corporation. Putting vacant space near a trade lane to good use, this system is now the site of a massive orbital construction yard, buzzing with bulk freighters, supply shuttles, and heavy construction machinery.  Keeping watch over the sprawling operation are the ominous silhouettes of two Resurgent-class Star Destroyers.

As the Resistance shuttle 'Messenger' (with a falsified transponder) jumps into the system, the center of all this labor is clear: a tremendous ring-shaped space station nearing completion, bristling with turbolasers and generators, large enough for a star destroyer to pass easily through its center. It is unmistakably a Shield Gate.

"It seems intelligence was correct. The Order is assumbling another one of their gates. Nearly ready for deployment." Chimera rumbles, from where he's sitting at the sensor station for the large transport. "Let us hope their information pack can get us past security."

Devii is checking her weapons as the exit hyperspace and the shield gate station along with the two RSD's loom before them. "It might be a bigger station but lets stick to blaster fire." She was still kind of disapointed she hadn't gotten to used her flame thrower yet. Alas, such was the luck of the draw.

At the controls sits the young David Ironside, as usual dressed in a uniform comprised of a leather jacket and regular pants. For this particular op he's stuffed his rank and ID badges in his pocket, out of sight. Gazing out of the front viewport at the Destroyers, he turns to look back at Devii. "We're not gonna be able to turn that thing off with just blasters, but yeah. If possible, as little noise as we can manage. Be a lot better if they don't know we're here until it's too late to stop us. " David turns back to the controls, outwardly cool and collected, but nervous about the Star Destroyers on the inside.

"It'd better," is all Ambrosia's got to add to the Chimera's wishing well that's gottta get them close enough to dock and do some damage. "We get in, we tap in, locate the quickest route to hyperdrive, and we rig the thing to blow. If we're lucky, we get back out." She's finished going through her checklist and is hunched in her seat, waiting to either dock or be blown out of the sky.

Sar Yavok is seated in one of the jumpseats, his sawn-off EE-3 resting in his lap. He's rolling one of the tibana cartridges around in his hands as he listens to everybody chattering on about the mission. He's mostly just here to be a pretty face, after all.

Intel had provided the shuttle with a coded data package containing their falsified credentials, which Chimera uploads deftly on arrival; buried deep in that datastream is a lead which allows slicers a foothold in the First Order systems for nineteen minutes, before erasing itself.

A blinking light on the comm panel indicates an incoming hail. <<Shuttle Prosperity Seven, you are being re-directed to landing bay FS-7. Acknowledge.>>

Chimera reaches over, touching the com. <<Shuttle Prosperity, acknowledging re-direction to landing bay FS-7.>> He turns his head slightly, his triple optics flickering. "An efficient plan, if one overlooks the many workers and stormtroopers likely in the way. We will have a limited window of opportunity if we are discovered, especially with guard ships and additional troops nearby.

David would've added a fancy accent to it, but in the interest of not dropping out of his role mid -sentence, he decides not to. He's from Naboo, after all. The accent is halfway there already. Also, the droid beat him to it. It'll be fine. He hits the mute button on the comms panel, turning towards the actual ground pounders. "Get ready, we're about to go live." he says, patting Chimera on the shoulder. "Hope they don't take your voice the wrong way." he adds, amicably.

Devii nods to David but decides to sit back and remain silent. The General and Captain Savok were here. She had a few of the greener troops that perhaps were not so green anymore after a few missions with the Corperal.

Silver'n'gold braids bob once as Amber gives a silent 'two points' to the intel kids whos false creds have gotten them this far. "There's always a limited window. You hack us into this thing and point the way, and we'll get there. Time to make a whole planet full of scoundrels and swaggerers happy...aaaand maybe a little beholden." Here's hoping! "Corporal, I want you to take your team and Yavok on the prowl to kill this gate once we know the way. I'll stick with 'Chimera' here and help keep the locals off his back for as long as he needs to uh...interface."

Sar Yavok slides the cartridge into place and pulls back on the charging lever of the carbine-turned -pistol. "Just hit 'em and don't get hit," Sar offers to Devii with a smirk.

The shuttle comes around smoothly following the indicated flight path to a small docking bay in the Fore-Starboard quarter of the Shield Gate's outer curve.

The landing bay is functional, of a size designed for shuttles rather than squadrons of fighters or bulk freighters. The station is near enough to completion that the refueling services are available, but not complete enough for repair droids to be waiting in the vacant niches along one wall. Sitting in an adjacent, soundproofed conference room is a First Order deck officer, while the blast doors leading out to the larger station stand closed. Upon looking through the conference room window to verify that all seals are in place and the shuttle is powering down, he speaks into a comlink, picks up a datapad, and rises to greet the new arrivals, walking out toward the shuttle's hatch.

Chimera tilts his head, glancing down at the screen to the console he's plugged into. "Security is very tight. It will take time to acquire a full map of the current facility. I can remain here to guard our exit and support you...at least for the next twenty minutes" His head turns slightly to watch the deck officer walking over. "...unless the office there is suddenly unoccupied so I can use the terminal." he says, his optics glinting as he tracks the oncoming officer.

Devii glances out the viewport as they land, grimacing a bit as she does so. "Camera's and they're live... Recruit Chimera? Can you disable those or do we have an interferance type chaff device to block the signal while we make our way into the station?"

"Yeah." David adds, entirely unnecessarily. "Twenty minutes, let's make the most of them." He turns to Devii and her question. "I don't think so, but I'm in their comms, can tell you when you're found out." Combing his hair back nervously, he adds, "Don't get found out too quick."

After a curious poke of her own head into the pit to see what awaits, Amber frowns and doubles back toward the hatch. She slings her rifle into position over her shoulder and takes up a sentry sorta stance just inside, to the left of the hatch. "If we can get to where this guy just came from all sneaky-like, we can disable from there. On that note, I'm letting him in. Everybody get small and quiet so he doesn't spook before we can handle him here, out of view." Ektor summons a Stormtrooper Private and it appears in a column of flames.

"Sounds good to me," Sar says to Amber, nodding to the woman. He stands up and moves away from the hatch. His hands move to rest on his gunbelt and he just waits. It's what the situation calls for, however much he doesn't like it. The deck officer walks up the ramp with head high and back straight, starting his prepared greeting of, "Inspector, it is our great-" as his eyes widen very abruptly.

"Now would be good." Chimera says absently as he continues to work, trusting that the others can deal with one deck officer. "Give me just a moment longer and they will no longer be an issue."

Devii blinks as Amber announces the arrival of the Deck offiver. She moves to the other side of that hatchway and pounce when the general does. Just not on their target, into her commanding officers hard head instead. "Owww... sithspit..." She clutches her head as she steps back.

"..If anyone's got binders, let's keep this guy alive for now?" David offers to the group of blind people he's apparently hauling around. Having landed the ship, he leaves it in the care of the robotic co-pilot and heads towards the exit, his gun pulled from his waist and quickly toggled to 'stun'. Answering the unasked question, he replies "Hey. He might know some stuff. Better to keep him alive, right?"

"Inspect thi--" Except instead of throwing a sucker punch at the poor chief, the shoulda-retired brig gen finds herself unexpectedly dodging one Corporal instead. What might've been a really horrible headbutt becomes just a glancing blow and ignition for the low growl of ire building in Greystorm's core. She kicks a boot out to sorta block an immediate backpedal on his part while yanking a pistol out of holster. How many grunts will it take to put this desk jockey down!?

Devii recovers after a moment, giving an appologetic look to the now pissed off general. She swings her wifle around and brings it to bare on the deck officer. Devii brings up her BlasTech EL-16HFE blaster rifle to bear, preparing to fire!

Sar Yavok watches as the Army brats try and fail to take on the unarmed deck officer. His expression flattens and he moves forward to grab the baddy by the collar, pulling him further into the vessel and driving a mean cross across his jaw.

The deck officer starts as Amber goes for a headlock, slipping her arm and darting backward. Rather than reaching for his blaster, the black uniformed gentleman drops his datapad- which blinks with a soft red 'message waiting' light and reaches for his comlink. Of course then he is punched across the jaw with a sharp grunt, and thereafter stunned, slumping to the ground.

Chimera continues to work, heedless of the scuffle. "Almost there...there are additional layers of security that were not in the intel pack. They must be adding more as they prepare to move out. But it is not sufficient to keep me out forever."

Devii keeps her rifle trained on the Deck Officer as he goes down with the help of Sar and David. She reaches towards her back and pulls out a pair of cuffs. "Always keep mine handy..." THey're honest to god Coruscanti Security Cuffs. She used to be an LEO after all. She kneels down and puts them on the purp before looking to his Datapad... "Think that'll help us any?" She points to it as she stands and moves back towards the hatchway to look out. "We need to get moving..." THe clock was ticking.

"Yeah," David replies to Devii. "If there's one thing these jerks like it's being alive, so they'll give up anything they know in order to stay that way." He heads over to take the unconscious and cuffed officer away from the entrance, gun trained on the body as he drags it along. "Get moving. If you need codes, this guy's gonna wake up soon enough with a bad headache and no way to get to this.. " The pilot reaches for the dropped comlink. "So you'll be fine, mostly. For this part." David nods. "Go." he adds.

Ambrosia's grumbling something about coordination as she stays her blaster and instead bends to retrieve the dropped pad at her feet. "Yeah. Looks like he's got some inbound love note. Let's see what it says." Rather than using her own finger though to push the screen, she tromps over to follow David and the cuffed officer. "I need one of his soft little hands, case these things are biometric encrypted. Think I'll stick around to have a chat with our new friend. Yavok...glad to see you're still a boot at heart. Keep an eye on my Corporal's ass and enjoy those explosives."

"You mean you need him alive, hand and or hands attached, right?" Maeve Zavir wonders in a low voice , a quiet aside sort of thing, to Amber.

Chimera unhooks from the shuttle, rising to his full height as he strides back towards the ramp. "Excellent. I will take his place in the other room. It should have a terminal to continue to monitor you from." He leans down to snag the code cylinder off the officer, then strides down the ramp, past the shut down cameras. "We have landed in the Diplomatic Wing of the station; it is complete but currently largely abandoned as crews work on other areas. I have rerouted the patrols in the area, band the cameras along your route are set to loop to cover your advance.: He pauses at the bottom, turning to face the group. "However. There will be stormtroopers on guard in the Central NavComp complex which have hard protocols in place who will not leave their posts without their relief arriving, and a half dozen techs are at work in the Central NavComp room. If you are quick, you should be able to overwhelm them and set the hyperdrive to detonate before the strategem is discovered."

Devii looks back to Chimera, "Understood... let's get a move on then." She starts down the ramp with a handful of privates. Sar in tow of course because the big mean guy gets to hang out in the back and do all the damage when it's needed. THey move fast and with the percision of a well trained unit.

"Captain." Dave calls out. "I figure with Chimera and General Greystorm on the ship you'll be alright with me tagging along?" He gives a glance to Maeve, sly wink included. "I might not be a born and bred ground pounder, but let's not forget that officer here's unconscious because of me. So. . what's it gonna be?" he asks, turning the dial on his gun back to 'kill' quite obviously.

Sar Yavok slides his EE-3 Sawed-Off out of its holster, bringing the hand cannon to bear!

"Truth," Amber says less quietly aside to Maeve while crouching to wrench one of his hands around to an angle that suits her. "All I need is a finger that's pliable. Doesn't have to be warm." Fortunately for the deck officer, his whole self is being compliant enough at this time and she's opened the message within seconds. Green eyes turn blue with the screen's glow as she flicks'em to and fro over the message.

"So about their diplomatic agenda...here's what I suppose was meant to be OUR itinerary," she rattles it off quickly over comms now since the team's on their way. "We are Corporate Resource and Finance Inspector Qyntara Wyl and according to our little escort's schedule, were allotted 15 minutes to travel to our quarters 10002 followed by 30 minutes acclimation time - presumably to sip some Aldebaran wine left for us in the room - then a 3 hour long conference with ....doesn't say. Officer and room to be determined. Guess they hadn't worked all the details out yet. Well, 40 minutes from now they'll be expecting 'us' in a conference, so let's hope Chimera's handiwork has paved you a smooth enough head-start."

Sar Yavok sniffs and looks back to David. He sizes the man up for a second and says, "Yeah, alright. Just keep up. And stop being so cocky before I ground you for getting on my nerves. Clear?" With that, he's following after Corporal Devii.

"Your compliance is appreciated," Maeve Zavir remarks to the deck officer who probably just wants to keep all of his appendages intact for as long as possible. "Well, if we're going to be going around as this whatchamacallit ..." she waves one hand, "team, we will need to dress the part. Trust me, combat gear and scruff is absolutely not going to cut it. Ideas?"

Once the blast doors slide open to grant the team access to the larger station, the long rows of lighting panels glint off the fresh black sheen of glossy treated durasteel. The smell of industrial cleaning chemicals pricks at the nostrils of all those who have nostrils. For a station so near completion, the emptiness of the corridors and the echo of their own boots is slightly jarring, as are the many security cameras the advance team sees on their way, yet no alarms go off. A turbolift ride will be needed to descend onto the Central NavComp complex level.

As they stand in the lift, the comlink in David's hand chirps. <<Deck Chief Triedum, what is your status?>>

Chimera slips into where the officer was waiting and pulls up a seat at his desk, moving to plug into the room terminal so he can start monitoring their progress. And alerts, if he need to kill them or warn them of unexpected developments.

Devii comes to the Turbo lifts and sigh heavily. "It just had to be a lift... where they can choke us. Alright, let's all pile in." She moves in and waits for the unit to pile in, even Sar and David before pressing the appropriate button. Hopefully noone farts. Here's looking at you Sar and hoping Maeve made you shower before mission.

"Hey, looks like we're good, huh?" David remarks with a look to the cameras. When the comlink starts beeping, he hands it off to Sar with a grin. "I'm sure you're better at military etiquette than I am. " he admits, tone serious and not meant to be cocky. Joining the rest of the group in the turbolift, he turns, folding his hands over eachother in front of him. "Starting to think I should've dressed the part again." he muses to himself, and by extension to the others in the lift.

"Doc, we just needed to be Qyntara Wyl long enough to come aboard. We're aboard. Now you need to access the hyperdrive before the clock's up and destroy it. Anyone who witnesses you lot setting the charges will likely have their particles scattered as far and wide as the rest of the drive, so no need to fuss over appearances."

Ambrosia huffs and flops back in the copilot seat she's turned 'round to face the propped, unconscious deck officer. One hand goes up to slip under her visor and press against the rising knot above her brow made by Devii's head or something. Thanks be for metal-plated skull. It's just the stuff in between that and her scalp that's throbbing. She continues to push up and slides the helmet off all together, reconfigures her comm, then sets the thing on the pilot's seat for now. "You're good company," she nudges the officer's knee with a booted toe. "Quiet. Just my type."

"Hard not to be, FO," Sar says, moving to stand with the group in the turbolift. His index finger taps idly along the length of the barrel as he waits. He takes the offered comlink and lifts it to his mouth, "Deck Chief Triedum to command. Prosperity Seven has arrived with those extra cooling cells we needed. Unloading them now and continuing my rounds. Over."

"Right, of course," and Maeve Zavir tucks her hands into the pockets of her trousers and stands quietly. "Wait, - I - need to access the hyperdrive? Me?" she looks more than just a little alarmed. In fact, she look at Amber with a wary look of possible horror, "Did you hit your head?" she asks in a low voice. "You mean 'you' in a general sense of.. we.. right?"

The turbolift opens onto another empty corridor, and the team resumes their dash toward the large doors into which this corridor dead ends. On the comlink, there is a pause, followed by, <<Acknowledged, Chief, but what is the Inspector's present status?>>

Chimera monitors the group's progress quietly, but continues trying to work his way deeper into the computer system while the slicer window is still open. Not that it's a LARGE window...which is why he's finding it difficult to get much of anywhere. <<Be advised, local countermeasures are starting to break down our slicer intrusion. I am attempting to override the doors from here without alerting those inside...>>

Devii moves up against the wall just in front of the blast door. The privates she commands, three or four of them do the same, their rifles trained towards the door. "Keep at it Chimera but if you can't get it in time we're going to have to break out the Vibro-saw." It's at these moments she wished Rey was here... not for the view from behind but because of that sword of hers.

Being addressed as FO prompts the Lieutenant JG to pull his rank insignia out of his pocket, glancing at it as if it were a pocket watch. Shaking his head, he puts it back where it came from. Overhearing the comms conversation, he raises an eyebrow at his Captain, wondering where the cooling cells story came from. The pilot takes a deep breath, turning away from Yavok to focus his attention on the door, joining Devii's group in pointing his blaster towards the potential bad things behind the door.

<<Not much left on me that hasn't been hit," Amber grunts back at Maeve's quiet panic with a tap to her comm on shoulder. "But the singular 'you' will be relieved to know it was meant as a plural 'you'.>> She glances casually over her shoulder through the viewport to catch a glimpse of the hulking droid still hard at work in that room, blows an uneasy sigh out her mouth's corner, then slides out of her chair to use the stunned officer's hand again to wake the datapad back up. Her own thumbs resume scrolling around for a minute or so, then she snugs it between her DY-255 and a syntherope coil for safe keeping. "Always nice to bring home a present for the kids," she mumbles to self and then goes about frisking the guy for any other useful artifacts.

"Inspector's fine. I've got him unloading the shuttle. About time he started pulling his weight around here, right?" Sar asks into the commlink before rolling his eyes and grumbling.

"I think I'll stay and help anyway," Maeve Zavir decides as she glancs from Chimera to Amber and back and takes a seat alongside Chimera and eyeing the windows that are already open. "I get along well with computers and now that I know what I'm looking at, when I'm working with the nav computer, it's no longer just binary gibberish."

<<Chief Triedum, are you drunk?>> the operator asks, audibly exasperated. <<The Director is demanding an update on the Carbanti Finance Inspector, give me an answer!>> It is at about that time when the droid's efforts to bypass security measures remotely get a manual approval input from the door in question, courtesy of Maeve. The doors slide open silently on pristinely oiled tracks.

The central NavComp hub is an enormous round room containing a truly staggering quantity of computer banks arranged in ten long parallel rows, each one easily five meters tall and a hundred long radiating outward from a sunken central work station. Five Carbanti Corp technicians are seated at various terminals, while the security station is manned by a pair of stormtroopers.

Devii waits until she can see the whites of the troopers before she takes aim and fires. "Don't hit the techs unless they start shooting us." She reminds... "Hard Advance..." And that she does leading the charge into the room at a crouch. THe troops open fire on the two troopers in the room as well, even if it's just for cover. "On the ground, the lot of you!" She orders to the techs. "Away from your terminals and hands where I can see them!" They were just contractors after all but if she had to, she'd end them.

<<Nine minutes until our window closes.>> Chimera says calmly, continuing to monitor and see if he can expand things further. << I am having more difficulty penetrating their security remotely. It is only a matter of time until security will be alerted to your presence. Do not tarry. >>

"Command, go kriff yourself, I quit," Sar says into the commlink, tossing it on the ground and crunching down on it with his boot as the turbolift doors open. Pew pew pew pew. Shots start flying and Sar moves his way toward the front, sending a heavy blast bolt into the head of the sergeant that's left standing. "Corporal, keep your guns trained on these techs for me, alright?" Sar says, looking over to the woman as he slides his rucksack around and goes about slapping plastique around.

Well, hey. Hard advance is fine with David. Covered by the professional soldiers and all, he's feeling pretty good about himself, shooting at one of the stormtroopers from cover, squeezing the trigger on his old service blaster a few times, his shots striking true as a stormtrooper goes down with a bunch of scorch marks in his chest. The born pilot quietly thanks the stars for First Order design with crevices in the walls every couple of feet apart, glancing out from cover to check the damage he and the others did.

In a sudden and deadly onslaught of blaster fire, the security station is perforated, and the pair of stormtroopers are mown down before the sergeant can do more than yell, <<Intrud->> Several of the techs scream, all huddle down at their stations not a one of them defies Devii's barked orders as the Resistance troopers move in and begin their hasty work. One minute into their work, the alarms begin to blare.

"Well," Amber's ears perk to the sounds coming over comms and she quits ransacking/rearranging the kinda sorta almost conscious deck officer in favor of stuffing her aching head back into helmet and snatching up her rifle. "You stay here," she advises the guy who's cuffed TO a part of a jumpseat and thusly not going anywhere. A little kiss farewell to the top of his head adds insult to injury before she stomps down the ramp to set up a little cover fire for the returning team. Maybe they won't need it! Buuuuuut....

There's a distant THUMP THUMP THUMP. << I have engaged the blast doors between you and security...I estimate it will take them approximately thirteen minutes to bypass my lockout. It would be best if we were gone by that point. >> Chimera grates over coms, as he continues to calmly work. Until they get back, there's no reason not to continue to get what he can from the Imperial system.

"Sir..." Devii says in the affirmative to Sar before turning to her men. "Quish, Naqurka - overwatch ." THe human male and female nod their affirmation before moving to the blastdoors to set up a defensive position while Sar goes about setting up the explosives. "Dromund, Glasvryn - cuff, search, and prep these people for transport. Make it quick!" The Gammorian and mal Devaronian. Two really scary dude mand handling the techs. SHe keeps her rifle trained on them, her orange eyes ablaze with cold fire. All that's missing is a cigar. Though as the alarms come she looks around and grimaces. Looking back to the prisoners she grumbles. "You will move when I say move." She tells the Techs, "Or I will kill you. If you do not follow my orders to a 'T'. I will kill you. I am your salvation and I am your doom. Pick your destiny because if you stay you get turned into stardust..." She listens to her comm, "Roger that..." SHe then looks to her 'prisoners' "LEts get a move on. Up, everyone, we're heading to the lift."

David joins Devii, his blaster trained on the so-called prisoners. Gesturing with said blaster to the general direction of the lift, he follows the Mirialan to their destination, quietly though, as adding more orders or comments would undercut the original authority of Devii's command.

A hasty and more populated rush back up the turbolift and through sealed corridors and the team reaches the Messenger just as the first explosions send tremors through the great ring station. A rapid pre flight turns into a hurried flight, aided by luck: the explosion has caused a mass exodus of Carbanti Corp personnel from the station, as per regulations, and the swarms of TIEs that begin to launch from the looming Star Destroyers do not have time to scan them all before the Sentinel- class vanishes into hyperspace.