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Empyreal perdition! After reports of unrest on the northern side of a machine plant on Gree and discrepant tidings from Imperial Intelligence, Sith Marauder Ra's al-Hague and General Valo Ixrinnahn (@Gian Greydragon) are sent to investigate and confront bioorganic lightsaber-wielding machines in the hopes of uncovering potential benefits for the imperial war effort and gain the favors of the Gree.

Ra's al-Hague had completed her initial reconnaissance of the area surrounding the factory and was awaiting her partner to discuss tactics before they could make their approach. For a few days now, the place had been put under surveillance by Imperial Intelligence. The workshop was isolated, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The only structure in a two kilometres radius, it looked like it had been built at random by the ancestral Gree, which would provide a considerable advantage for Lady Nightstalker and her brother in arms as any incoming ship or speeder would have no cover to hide behind, not that they were expecting company: the Gree dreaded that place. Legends had arisen amongst their people that this place was haunted by nefarious spirits, a particularly extraordinary tale considering the Gree were not generally so gullible.

The rumours were what had directed the Sith Empire's attention to the machine plant in the first place. Ra's al-Hague had tried projecting her consciousness inside the building, but she couldn't sense anything. While it was true that her senses were not as acute as they once had been, you would have thought that beings capable of wielding lightsabers would have appeared on her internal radars, a trace of some sort. Empty shells, that is what they were. No, not quite empty. Something in between material and incorporeal. The Sith Marauder had never been so intrigued by "droids" before...

As she heard the general approaching, she turned her interest to him. She had never had the chance to work with him before. He should be honored. It was not everyday that the men of the Imperial Legion had the opportunity to work alongside a Sith, even soldiers as decorated as he was.

"General, are we ready to proceed with our mission?" she asked through their communication channel. The necessary breathing mask would make it a little more difficult to communicate than she would have preferred, but, as she intended the mission to be over rather quickly, it would only be a minor inconvenience. "Are your men ready for the extraction once we have secured the "package"?"

"Alright, ladies, we're moving in on Gree. Specifically an abandoned little hellhole of a factory filled to the gills with some scurry lightsaber-wielding droids. The Empire wants a few of these droids left in tact, to see if it's something we can make use of. You lot are tasked with finding these 6-foot space wizard wannabes' offswitches. Don't be afraid to kes one up if it gets in close, they're actuallly swinging around lightsabers. Not some knock off training sword. You ain't on Corellia, anymore, sweethearts, this shit's real. Don't let me show you boys up, or it's latrine duty for a month on the Barab's Hammer, got me?," Ix spoke to the squadron of Legionnaire troop that he was leading on the op.

"Aye, sir!" the men collectively responded, saluting their General. The men before Ix were the newest recruits to the 501st. He would put them to their final test. Armed with their respective blasters, and vibroweapons, the men were ready for battle. Most of the men wore simple Redoubt Armor, and fitted with a rebreather to filter out the impurities in the air. The men were the elite of their ilk, but they still had a lot to prove to become 501st.

"Meet me in the loading bay. I'm gonna go see what the Sith has to say," he said, before snapping his men to attention, and reliving them of his presence for the time being. The Imperial General walked forward, leaving the ten troopers to ready their weapons; typical medium range blasters, with nothing fancy, save a personal paint-job. The soldiers were given rebreathers so the could survive on the surface. Ix had taken this mission as a chance to field the newly minted 'Hazard' Environmental Combat Armor, fitted with his typical jetpack to fill up the fourth function slot, weighing his suit down a bit more, but granting greater mobility nonetheless. He could not zip around like a lost Mynock, but he could most certainly still fly. As for the weapons he's fielding, he brings with him his typical B00M Particle Rifle, as well as an MST-R Heavy Repeater. For the Particle Rifle, he brought with him 4 reloads, but only two extended power cells for the Heavy repeater, and only carrying a single EMP and a Thermal Detonator. As a promotion present, he was given a pair of Phrik Gauntlets to wear in the field against Jedi, and other lightsaber wielding enemies.
Walking up to the Sith, helmet in hand, the General nodded at the Sith, as a show of respect. "Marauder al-Hague. General Valo Ixrinnahn reporting in. My men are ready to proceed. We have an extraction team in the air on standby, as well as a small support contingent to accompany us. We will make our move on your mark," Ix said, in his best business voice, to the Sith. His Heavy Repeater hung from a sling, and his B00M Pulse Rifle was affixed magnetically to the side-panel of his jetpack, underneath which were his Vibro-Gladii, crossed in a 'X' formation on his lower back. His single TS-15 Tri-Shot pistol was situated on his right hip, in a holster, with two reloads. He came ready for war, as should all 501st. The Sith before him looked to him, as if she were getting ready for bed, in her robes. He refrained from verbal comments on the matter.

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Valo saw the judgment in the Sith's eyes as she looked him over. "You must think I'm pretty, lookin' at me like that. Fall in behind me, and tell me if this armor makes my ass look too big," he chided, making it seem like a joke, though an underlying tone of 'kiss my Imperial ass' was apparent to the soldiers who were familiar with the General. A gaggle of giggles ensued among the ranks of the men behind him, until he shot up an empty hand. The soldiers, save a newbie, who was swiftly smacked for continuing by a more senior troop, went silent as the Sith proposed a battle plan, something. "We'll assault the facility as a team, I'm in agreement, with you, Lady Al-Hague; a frontal assault is our best bet. With that said, bringing them out to us would put us on even ground, and we have superior firepower - that is unless they have some kind of blaster mounted on them too. Either way we go about it, my men know enough close quarters combat to take down some droids armed with lightsabers. We should get moving, and hear what our scout here has to tell us," Valo said, following up with a modicum of professionalism, and forming up a bit further outside the ship, "Five-Oh-First; Form up!" Ix called to his men, as they fell into a diamond formation, putting Valo at the front. "Walk-n-talk, Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream," he said i an open comm, to all his teammates.

(Made a post with haste, I wanted to get this up before I left for work. Sorry if it sucks. Lol.)

@Aberforth @Tristar

Valo scoffed at the egotistical Sith, 'She really thinks highly of herself.' he thought, as he lead his troops to the outer perimeter. The mission was more important than trolling this woman. As fun as it was for him, he didn't want his men to get the idea to openly insult Sith, so he simply let her huff, as they began to move forward. The run to the outer perimeter was filled with idle chatter among soldiers, though Valo remained silent, keeping an eye out for anything resembling a threat to himself or his platoon. Without a hitch, they made it, in decent time no less, to the outer perimeter.


"Shall you do the honors, General?" the Sith inquired.

"I'm offended you even had to ask," Valo replied, before launching himself forward several meters forward, and unloading a rain of Repeater fire from above, ripping into at least four of the droids before he landed. After landing, he continued firing, prompting the men behind him equipped with the same jetpacks to do the same, racking up a few kills of their own, with military precision. As they joined their General about halfway between their original position, and the droids. Slow to react to the hail of fire, at least nine of the droids had fallen before any one of them were able to ignite their sabers.

Valo would switch quickly to his B00M Pulse Rifle, to use it's integrated grenade launcher, lobbing it in the middle of a small cluster of droids. The grenade landed at the feet of one of the droids, who would attempt to kick it away, but would only be blown to bits, along with two others. It was at the moment, that a dozen more poured out from inside the factory, red blades, obviously from synthetic kyber crystals, glowing. Unfettered by the number of lightsaber droids, Valo continued opening fire.

OOC - While I do agree, we need at least 15 posts between the three of us. That's only five posts per head, so it won't take too long.

Valo's MST-R ran through his extended power cell, gunning down many droids, in it's wake. He'd let it fall behind him on his sling, and draw both of his vibro-gladii, in ice-pick grips in each hand, activating the vibro-motors, and charging the closest droid, and plunging a blade into it's chassis, and wrenching it out of him, stepping through, flipping his right handed gladius into a standard grip with the blade situated above his thumb, and slashing into another droids sword-arm, taking it off t the elbow. From there, and turn on his heels, and wind up for the killing thrust into the center of its chassis.

As he pulled the Gladius from one droid, another rushed forward, attempting to cut him down, but was met with a quick parry. From there, Valo stepped left, pulling the the impaled gladius from his last victim, and immediately countering with a decapitating strike of his own, landing the strike cleanly, taking the head off of the droid's shoulders with ease.

It was then when he looked up and saw the Sith at the gate burning into the gate with her lightsaber, as she communicated back to him her plan, he nodded to her, in acceptance to this. "I need three volunteers to cover Sandman, as he searches for the control room. Guard him with your life, he and his information on this compound is crucial to the success of this mission. The rest of you, regroup on Lady al-Hague," he spoke, through comms to all of his troops. Those closest to Sandman fell in behind him, ready to follow his lead; as Valo and the rest of his contingent of soldiers regrouped as commanded. Valo was not far behind them.

@Aberforth @Tristar

They were all raving mad, the General and the Sith alike; then again, anybody who wasn't him always had the threat of being completely insane. He fired a quick flurry of shots at a few of the droids who had their backs turned on him, more attentive towards the Sith and the General who were showing the world that melee weapons still had use in the progressively modernizing universe. What next, fully automatic hand-held blaster rifles? He shook his head, making his way into the building. He left his observation droid on standby out of the building, allowing him to keep an eye on the rest of the party's situation.

The path that Lady Ra's al-Hague had made for him was shoddy construction work at best: cutting open large holes in pre-existing doors tend to ruin any architecture. He dove through the opening, tucking into a roll as he landed. He quickly got out of the way as three other troopers followed him without question, though with various degrees of success upon their landing. The atrium of the first floor was spacious, almost cavernous, fooling anybody who had judged the building from outside.

There was no pretty secretaries or Twi'leks to greet the men, just another group of droids that had just been sent up from the elevator, a platform that also constituted the center of the room's floor planning. At the moment the lift had six droids, the shiny gleam of their carapace unblemished: newbies. He didn't waste much time and quickly fired three rapid shots at three targets, each finding their mark: two in the chest and one in the head.

Working with the speed and urgency that befitted the situation he quickly dropped to one knee and aimed at the next droid, just as the rest of his small party began to open fire, making up for the lack of Nayel's precision with volume of fire that completely tore apart the remaining droids from where they stood. His coterie quickly commandered the elevator platform for themselves, but quickly found themselves at an impasse: lo and behold, a console with no discernible keypads or touchscreen. In its place was just a simple monitor display that keyed off a few chirps and beeps- whoever made the facility must not have figured anybody was going to use it. No one biological that needed extensive use of a user friendly system anyway. That meant this facility would be 100% automated.

He didn't do automated. Grumbling, he quickly flashed orders to secure his perimeter as he dug a knife into the console panel. Sparks flew out and drew uneasy attention from his subordinates, but Nayel persevered. Thankfully the engineers who designed the place had left a maintenance box in their elevator consoles for maintenance: it made his job all the more easier. The box also suffered Nayel's knife as he pried into its secrets with the curiosity of a child. After a minute studying the box and its contents, Nayel came to a solid conclusion: he had no idea what he was doing. Obviously some of these wires told the elevator to go in which ever direction he needed- but which one? Signalling for the rest of his party to hold onto something tight, he made his first attempt.

They plummeted down into a gaping, spiral hole that left Nayel with his heart in his mouth and panic everywhere else. He would have screamed but the instant shock of it all just made him forget to do so. Panicking harder than he had before, he attempted connecting another pair of wires.

The platform came to a screeching halt, just before a building wide alarm began blaring out of the walls. Whatever the language was, it didn't sound pretty. Trying to concentrate under the fierce sonic assault on his ears, he tried another combination, this time trying out the alien keypad as well.

The alarm fell silent, only to be replaced with litany of alien script that poured out from the monitor display. Getting more and more frustrated, the operator tried another shot in the dark, much to the dismay of his subordinates.

This time they shot upwards into the building but at a much faster speed than he anticipated. He lost his footing and nearly slid off of the platform, but a young storm trooper quickly grabbed his arm and held onto his railing for dear life. The platform halted at what Nayel presumed to be the top floor, but he didn't know nor care at the moment. Feeling something uneasy in his stomach, it was a quick and fluid motion as the veteran removed his helmet and emptied his stomach's content onto the platform in a violent surge- he wasn't the only one too. For the next few seconds the storm troopers said nothing and did nothing else but came to terms with the sudden shift of environment. One thing was for sure: Nayel would never trust lifts ever again.

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OOC: Sorry for the slow posting, just started work so I've been busy.