Battle Of Naboo: In These Blackened Skies

[Khivas]

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Khivas and Rane had made it to the Rebels' forward camp that had been set up near the city's center, the area serving as a formidable base to coordinate strikes and plans to defend the city of Theed from Imperial control. It was impressive what these Rebels had set up here; a medical center that was fully stocked, munitions distribution, vehicles for both transport and assault, and holo-maps set up around the middle of a control and command center, displaying the various troop movements of both the Imperials and the Rebels in as close to real time as they could get.

"Nice, real nice." Khivas said as he looked around the room as a medic worked on his wounds. They didn't have much if any at all of bacta, but they had some Kolto on hand, and it seemed holding a lightsaber that wasn't red warranted special treatment, and as such Khivas found his wounds being healed far faster than it would before. Not perfect, but definitely a welcome improvement and something he was grateful for. "Thanks, Doc." He said when the medic finished their work, the wounds Khivas had sustained mostly vanishing and the surface wounds looking as clean as ever.

Getting up from the table and viewing the holoprojectors displaying the battle raging across the city, Khivas began to think to himself that maybe this battle wasn't exactly lost, that there might be a way to pull this place from the clutches of defeat. He saw the battle on the plains, how that was going, and he saw the battle in another city, where the enemy ships that were flying overhead somehow got taken down and destroyed, something that boded well for the Rebels fighting in that sector of the planet. "Hot damn, guess we're far better off than I previously thought." Khivas said aloud to himself as he watched and read up on the battle reports. It was during these moments that the idea he had at the beginning of the day crossed his mind again about the star-destroyer hanging over Theed, and now that the battle was in a fever pitch, how possible it would be to now take that sucker out of the sky.

Now a sane man would probably tell you how asinine of an idea that is, after all blowing up a large ship like that over a city would just mean aiding in the destruction of the city one was trying to save. But Khivas was the type of man that was both sane and insane, and he had a hair brained scheme now fully fleshed out in his little head that he would see come to fruition, especially now that he had the means and resources to make it happen. Walking up to the officers in charge of the forward camp's operations, Khivas spoke up to them, introducing himself. "Commanders, General, my name is Khivas Carrick, I came in with Jedi Knight Rane and the band of injured Rebels from the Theed Palace Hangar. IF you'd bother giving me the time of day, I might have a plan that may be suited to your interests."

The General and his commanders looked at Adimus like an idiot at first, but the General was a seasoned man, grizzled in his experience and years at war. Thinking that it might be best to give a Jedi, even one that was previously as wounded and new as Khivas an ear and time to speak, the General raised a hand quickly but sternly into the air, and nodded towards Khivas. "Speak Jedi, but make it quick, I've got a war to win."

Nodding in returning, Khivas began to lay out his plan to those present. "I was born and raised on Corellia, and was part of the resistance there. While most of that world was turned to a prison of sorts, a sizable portion of it remained as a budding shipyard, with their chief export being Star-Destroyers. During my time there I learned a good bit about those ships and their inner workings, including the software they employ, and I've gotten pretty decent at hacking into them."

"Get to the point kid." One of the commanders said, to which Khivas took a breathe and turned slowly to the man before continuing. "My point here is that I know how to take that thing out from the inside without having it crash into Theed. I just need some help from you guys."

"What? What the hell could you possibly do from the inside of that thing, and help? What do you think we are-"

"Stop," Said the General, cutting off the Commander, "You know the inside of that ship?"

"Verily so, sir."

"And you need help. What kind of help."

"A strike team sir, and cover fire, from two sources. The first being the strike fighters that just came into Theed, and the second those AA Guns your forces captured earlier, the mobile ones."

"Alright, tell me what you have in mind, son."

About twenty minutes later, Khivas had finished telling them his plan: Take a strike team of a sizable but tactical size, and fly them up on two shuttles to get inside the hangar bay of the enemy ship. To do that without being blown out of the sky, the strike fighters would run one part escort on the shuttles and one part diversion, attacking the ship directly, primarily the hangar defenses and the anti-ship turrets. Meanwhile, the AA guns on the ground would set their sights on the ship that foolishly got too low to the ground and start blasting away at the ship from the underside, again causing a mess of chaos that would force the Imperials to divert their attention to a target deemed more crucial in that small time frame.

Once on board, Khivas would be able to hack the ship's systems temporarily, but it would be more than enough time to close off the pathways and force the enemy out while giving Khivas and his two teams time to get to their destinations, with the first team, and Khivas' team, the ship's command bridge, where they would take control and take over the helm, setting a course for the outskirts of the city to crash land on top of pursuing imperial forces. Additionally, these would be the ones that took control of all the security precautions on the ship and ensured that the teams would have a way out when the time came to retreat.

The second team would head for engineering and hold it down, to make sure the enemy didn't perform any hard resets on the system to prevent those in the Bridge from losing control, especially on the engines themselves. Short and simply, but equally vital, especially that they were the ones that would end up being the failsafe to the plan if those on the Bridge failed, blowing up the engines and at least forcing the ship to retreat using what little it had or face total and utter destruction from the forces below.

The General looked at Khivas with an air of disbelief, but not the usual kind where you look and tell a person that they are completely and entirely insane and should be committed, but rather that it was just crazy enough to work, and that's what was so hard to believe about it. After a few more moments of deliberation, the General came back to Khivas and decided to give him the go ahead with the plan, and that he would have the necessary manpower needed to pull off the mission. "Son, don't mess this up." He said to the young Jedi.

"I won't sir. May the Force be with Us." Khivas said in return.

As sunset began to fall over the city of Theed, Khivas stood at the shuttles on the take-off pads awaiting those who had been assigned to this mission to show up, watching as a platoon of soldiers packed their gear for a heavy and very dangerous assault. "Hope this works..." He thought to himself as the battle for Theed prepared to come to a head.

 

[The Ghost]

And there was Ghost. He and Khivas had formed something of a strange friendship over the course of battles they had been involved in while in Theed. The force using merc was up for the task for a number of reasons. One was due to the stated crazy friendship, another was due to the fact that he was originally from Naboo and wanted a bit of payback with the Empire. Oh. And there might be some really good stuff to scavenge. But that one was something he'd keep to himself.

He was armed with a number of unusual weapons (All stated in profile). He had the holographic projection system make his physical appearance look as if he were wearing a pair of loose fitting black denim pants with the legs tucked into black armored boots. A loose fitted and hooded black tunic with the hood drawn up. The sleeves of the tunic were tucked into black gauntlets. He was staying away from those that were gathered because he didn't want them to see through the illusion. Ghost folded his arms up in front of his chest and watched to see what was going to happen after the speech he assumed Khivas would give.

 

[Galavant]

The Kiss The Sky roared low over the city of the Naboo, low enough that the occasional potshot from the ground below would strike the shuttle's belly, but only the occasional one. For the most part they were misses, and what heavy AA the Imperium had set up couldn't really be used in as confused an airspace as existed over Theed at the moment. Ships were darting down from the Star Destroyer, and back up. Air support was moving to help the IAF where it hadn't been beaten back yet, and Naboo/Rebel craft put up a fight here and there that gave the Imperiums better targets to focus on than Resherani's ship.

The stealth functions helped some with that, the fact that the ship wasn't actually shooting at anything on the ground, and gave all signs of being a fleeing civilian transport.

That wasn't quite the case.

Resherani and her companions were ignorant of any other attempt to take down the Star Destroyer as they sped towards it. Either way, what she had in mind would probably help any other such attempt. Her plan was relatively simple, yet at the same time utterly insane.

So very typical of her, really.

"Fasten your sealtbelts," Resherani warned her Jedi comrades. All of the sudden the ship stopped skimming over the top of the buildings, and came to a dead stop in midair. The force of slowing down from such a rapid speed to a standstill was too much for any magical intertial compensators to handle completely, and had the effect of nearly throwing Resherani out of her seat, and into the cockpit glass. It probably would have had she not been well secured in it the pilot's seat. Further in the back of her shuttle, things moved around, and crashed violently, so she hoped whoever wasn't next to her in the copilots seat was okay in the aft compartment.

After coming to stop above a picturesque street of Theed, now less picturesque with battle damage everywhere, Resherani messed with a few controls, and had the ship shoot straight upwards. They were directly under the hangar of the Star Destroyer now, and with their ascent it would be hard for any AA to hit them without risking hitting an Imperial vessel headed to or out of the hangar as well. Out came the ducted fans in the shuttle's wings, and up it went as fast as they, the repulsorlifts, and the ion thrusters could carry it. Now instead of threatening to throw her forward, the forces action on the shuttle made it feel as though Resherani were being pressed downwards.

As the shuttle quickly sprung up, facing the hangar, Resherani didn't hesistate. She didn't plow the shuttle in, or try forcing a landing, or anything like that. She simply let the ship's computer fire the repeating blaster that was the Kiss The Sky's sole weapon. She moved the shuttle in close so that the forward area breached whatever shields might have been up, and thus more likely to do maximum damage.

Hangars were generally places you didn't want anyone shooting. They were filled with all kinds of explosives, ranging from ordinance, to power sources, and were generally in close proximity to other explosives and power sources.

And you especially didn't want anyone shooting your hangar when you were conducting combat operations.

Especially when you were hovering over a city teeming with people fighting.

Especially if you wanted to recover any personnel, or send reinforcements.

Resherani let the gun fire until she saw a satisfying explosion start to brew up. When she did, she let the shuttle drop back downwards to save it from possibly being engulfed. If the ray shields had been up or managed to go up in response, it only added to the time she had to get away as they temporarily held back the explosion.

As soon as it looked as though the booming, flames, and falling bits of metal were done, she moved the shuttle back up into what would now be a thoroughly cleared out hangar. She was even willing to bet a few blast doors had been opened which would let them conserve on the explosives they'd liberated form a squad of stormtroopers.

"So who wants to get out first?" She asked Caden and Hal as she moved to set the ship down, if there was nothing shooting at them, or preventing her from doing so.

 

[Wit]

Just a moment too late to buckle himself in after Resherani's warning, Hal was not prepared for the sudden deceleration when she brought the ship to a stop. With nothing to cut his forward momentum, his head slammed painfully against the bulkhead in front of him. Steadying himself, blood running down from his now broken nose, he had just settled down into his seat when the ship shot upwards. Thankfully this time the movement was one that only pressed him down into his seat, so he just gritted his teeth and waited it out.

When the ship came to a stop a few moments later, Hal was about to shout out to Resherani and Caden in the cockpit to figure out what was going on when he felt the gentle hum of the repeating blaster being fired run through the ship. That was never an indicator of anything good, but it was also meant that now would not be a good time to disturb the pilot. So he instead actually strapped himself in properly, expected further crazy manoeuvres if Resherani was actually serious about her intentions to take out a Star Destroyer.

But no sooner was he done when he felt the ship gently landing, the engines cutting out and Resherani's voice over the PA more or less declaring their arrival. Doing the Jedi thing and not letting the frustration get to him, he just shook his head and unstrapped himself.

Not waiting for the others to emerge from the cockpit, he started moving towards the ship's cargo hold. Snapping his rapidly healing nose back into place, he winced as he entered the hangar, his head tilting to the side to shake away the pain. It was then that he noticed it, and another crazy idea popped into his head.

A few moments later, just as Resehrani and Caden would be arriving in the hold, Hal was seated in the bike, grinning through blood covered lips as the cargo hold's ramp lowered and he shot off into the hangar. The hangar, mostly devoid of any living imperials after Resherani's explosion, did have a few unlucky survivors scattered here and there. Darting around the hangar on the bike, for all intents and purposes a kid let loose in a playground, Hal slammed into one recovering Stormtrooper after another, knocking them out before they even knew what hit them.

Circlign around the ship and coming to a stop outside the lowered ramp, he grinned at his waiting companions, and gestured for them to follow. "Are we doing this or what?"

 

[StandbyRanger]

Rane had been standing on the edge of one of the landing pads, overlooking the city of Theed. The city he had called his home for the past three years lay in shambles. It was a tough sight to witness, and Rane didn't know if he could handle it any longer. He turned away, only to be met by the perpetrator of the near destruction of his city.

The massive Imperial Star Destroyer hung low above their heads, sending a message to the planet that the Empire owned them. At least, they wanted to own them. With the plan that Khivas cooked up, however, their iron grasp was about to be torn from Naboo. Rane had been present when Khivas gave his speech to the Rebels. The "kid" had a way with words strong enough to convince the General of a plan that most would consider suicide. He even managed to wrap Rane up in it. The plan was worthwhile, however, and could be the last push that evicted the Empire from Naboo, or at least just from Theed.

Rane began to make his way towards the shuttles when he felt a presence in the Force, or more accurately, three presences. The Knight looked to the sky and watched as a beaten-up shuttle rocketed into the Star Destroyer's hanger, but not before blowing it wide open.

"I guess someone's just as foolhardy as us," Rane muttered to himself.

He eventually found Khivas waiting with the shuttles. Rane walked up and clasped him on the shoulder, "If you're going to want to take down the Destroyer yourself, we better take off soon," he pointed up to the smoking hanger with his free hand, "Someone else has the same idea."

 

[Noire]

"So who wants to get out first?" Resherani asked. Caden merely stared at her, mouth hanging wide open, and his eyes widening with each blink. Although it was barely noticeable his head was visibly spinning, his breathing sounded more like ragged gasps, and moving any limb seemed dangerously impossible; nauseous didn't even begin scratching the surface of how he felt inside. Resherani had gotten them all aboard the Star Destroyer, masterfully if one dared go that far, and in one piece at that. So despite the young Jedi's insides hating both her and her ship, he could not help but be thankful that he was still breathing at least. The Kiss The Sky landed with a distinct 'thud' as Resherani set the ship down amidst the still burning piles of what was now nothing more than jagged scrap metal and fallen Stormtroopers and Imperial engineers. Caden unfastened his seat belt and slowly stood up and back onto his feet. His gait was unsteady, but he would be able to walk and defend himself well enough if need be.

What would Eris think now? He thought as he half-walked, half-staggered, toward the cargo hold. He wouldn't mention this particular stunt, of course, though he still wondered whether or not she would discover it anyway - not that it would matter if she did. He had a perfectly rational reason for returning and becoming apart of the resistance on Naboo instead of doing as he'd been warned; Nakoma's deceit was proof of that. And that alone was motive enough. Caden entered the cargo hold, navigating through Resherani's personal stockpile of cluttered junk as best he could, and spotted Hal seated on a motor bike. He raised an eyebrow just as the Jedi Councillor fired up the bike's engines and sped off into the Star Destroyer's hangar. The man sped about the hangar, knocking over those unlucky Stormtroopers who were still recovering from the sudden attack, and circled back around until he came to a rest at the base of the lowered ramp again.

"Are we doing this or what?" Hal asked, gesturing for the both of them to follow, and grinning widely. Caden merely shrugged as he walked down the ramp. "I don't think I ever had a choice. But we're going to need a plan this time." He said. "A real one." He added, the slightest of smiles forming on his face, as he made a beeline for a fallen Stormtrooper. The Jedi Knight knelt down beside the armored body and removed a holoprojector from the soldier's utility belt. "I'm not sure about you two," Caden began as he rose up to his feet once more, "but I don't know my way around a Star Destroyer too well. ...But Maybe," He said, holding up the stolen device, "this just might have the layout." Just as the last word left his lips a ear-splitting siren began blaring; every Imperial was likely alerted to their presence within the hangar now and there were probably dozens of Stormtroopers already making their way toward them. "We have get out of here now." Caden urged, glancing towards a corridor whose blast doors had been blown apart by Resherani's antics.

"There?"

 

[Galavant]

Following Caden down the ramp, and out of her ship, Resherani carried the HCR she'd taken off one of the stormtrooper's from earlier, had one of the utility belts around her wait, and another two slung over her shoulder. You never knew when you'd need enough explosives to take down a Star Destroyer from the inside must have been the philosophy the Imperial's were under when they'd assigned made it standard issue.

Seeing Hal drive around knocking stormtroopers down on her motorcycle (which he'd better not break) was somewhat disconcerting. Between the dead, the fires, the smell of the dead on fire, and the additional smells from all the burning synthetic materials, it was very macabre. Like killing the stormtroopers that had been near her ship, the act of blowing up the hangar from a cushy cockpit with the flick of a button had been relatively easy. It didn't even really feel all that momentous, more like you're typical Hologame, or something. But seeing the dead...that was enough to make her stomach churn.

But her depressing train of thought was interrupted by people shooting at them. Not a second after Caden said "there!" did the fire suppression system come online, dropping what definitely wasn't water down on them. It had a chemical smell, but it didn't seem to be affecting the exposed skin (which was probably a good feature to have in a safety system) or doing anything adverse. And it certainly wasn't stopping the Stormrtroopers from shooting at them.

"Sounds good to me," Resherani replied. She returned fire with the HCR, moving behind the bulk of her ship. She wasn't particularly accurate with the fire suppressant creating a mist that made it hard to see more than general figures at the distance the troopers were at, at the moment. Assuming her Jedi friends would take the hint, and head in that direction, and then cover her as she followed, Resherani ran towards the corridor, trying not to slip on the slick, surface. The damage done to the corridor wasn't all that extensive, but it was enough to keep from closing the blast doors when she tried.

"So uhh, you said something about a plan?" Resherani asked, firing out into the hangar, not sure what she was hitting, if anything, but hopefully forcing the troopers to keep their heads down.

"Right now I'm starting to think running's a go-" Resherani stopped mid-sentence as she remembered that this was exactly why she'd brought along the stromtrooper utility belts. Pulling out the detonite tape, she laid it across the floor where the corridor opened up into the hangar, and on top of the entryway as well, hoping a stormtrooper didn't shoot her while she did it.

"So as I was saying," She said, priming the explosive," Running might be a good plan for right now."

She'd wait to make sure her Jedi pals knew what she meant, and then sprinting off after them deeper into the Star Destroyer. When they were a safe enough distance she'd trigger the detonite, and hopefully collapse the entrance in. It meant they were probably weren't going to be getting out the way they'd came, but with stormtroopers crawling through the area, that wasn't going to be happening anyway.

There was only one way off the ship now, and that was by bringing it down themselves.

 

[Khivas]

"Yea, I get that feeling too." Khivas said as he watched a lone freighter make a beeline for the Star Destroyer's hangar. "Won't lie, as stupid and ballsy as that is, if they succeeded, that just gave us an amazing opening." He said to Rane as he finished packing up the rest of his gear. That pilot up there had done something impossibly stupid and Khivas hoped they had a proper combat force with them. "Ghost!" Khivas said as he saw the cyborg who had helped him and a small group of fighters earlier in the day approach the shuttles readying to launch for the assault on the enemy's ship, "Glad to see you could make it to the party. Sadly we're going to be arriving late since somebody just crashed it, but that just means we get to arrive in style, so let's go. Everybody, MOVE!" He said, yelling out the order that now was the time to go.

In a moment's notice, every single soldier that signed on for this daring little stunt had boarded their shuttles, and as the captured AA guns started to spray the Star Destroyer's hull with deadly laser fire, Khivas and his temporary assault crew flew up to the ship's hangar where the other ship had crashed landed in. The scene upon getting out of the shuttle though was quite interesting; Whoever did this knew what the hell they were doing to a point, which made Khivas think that whoever was doing this wouldn't be violently killed too soon.

As for the actual hangar itself, well, it was a mess. Imperials were busy trying to put out the fires from having their missiles and laser charges blown up on them, and even a few crashed fighters and shuttles laid about the area, which in a way was fortunate for Khivas and his boarding party as he it made it really difficult for the enemy forces that had made it to the hangar bay in response to the sudden invasion fight back, thus Khivas and Company easily picked them off. "Fan out, Beta and Zelos squads, you're on perimeter duty. Make damn sure this hangar stays ours. Engineering Team, your exit is to the South, there." Khivas said as he pointed to a blast door off to the side of the hangar. "I've uploaded the coordinates to your datareaders. Stick to the plan and let us make the path for you first, then head down to engineering and make sure nothing get's reset on us. Bridge team, we need to head the other way and up." He finished, but not before noting that the primary path to Bridge seemed to have explosives strapped to it, an odd choice when the ship the previous boarders has used was still in this hangar, making Khivas guess that they truly were treating this as a fool on suicide mission. "Damned idiots..." He said under his breath as he scanned the charges with his visor.

They were standard imperial issue, charges he himself had used many times because he had stolen them for his own use before back on Corellia, but they were also primed and ready to blow, and Khivas was very hesitant to get in there and try to disarm them. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to, as a few seconds later the bombs went off, damaging but not destroying the hallway, leaving a hell of a lot of scorched panels and some debris here and there. "Imperials, may be pieces of bantha shit, but they sure do know how to make a ship last." Khivas chimed, noting that of all the things Imperials were capable of doing, one of their best was building capital ships, and being smart enough to realize that they need to survive a boarding party. And sadly no sooner did he say this that the entire ship's automated defenses came online, sprouting several auto-targeting repeating turrets inside the ship's areas and hallways, and no doubt that security, more than likely located on an entirely separate part of the ship, had their programs on lockdown, with only two sources allowing for a reset and a way to hack their controls. "Alright guys, let's not waste anymore time. Whoever rushed in ahead of us is heading right for a deathtrap. Let's go play bailout." Yelled the Young Freedom Fighter, stepping over the bodies of the dead unphased, his mind in the "game" and ready to play hard, as it was a game he had been long used to playing.

"Damned idiots had better not be dead by the time I pull their asses out of the fire." He thought to himself as he moved down the ship's hallways, deflecting and dodging the turret fire as best he could, taking them down as he moved along, hoping to move before the Imperial Fireteams got into place, and forcing shit to really hit the fan. Taking the time to duck and cover after taking down the last turret in the hall, Khivas pulled out his holomap and did a quick scan of the area, finding out the frequency the Imperials used to communicate, and found an additional source of radio within all the buzz. "That must be our 'allies' in all this. Time to ring the bell..."

Messing around with the airborne freqs, Khivas managed to write himself into their communications, and patched himself directly to their communicators. Once finished, he hailed them, delivering the following message: "Hey, whoever you are, if you're still alive, which I'm assuming you are as I haven't fought nearly as many Stormtroopers as I should be, I'm going to assume you're on my side and ask you to not blow up the ship. I'm here with the Rebels and Jedi, and we have a plan to crash this bloated hunk of metal outside of the city right on top of some Imperial positions. If you're on board, reply to this frequency and rendezvous at the Bridge. If not, then try not to get vaped."

After sending the message, Khivas simply continued on with his mission, leaving his comms open for calls in case they decided to reply.

 

[The Ghost]

(I apologize for the wait)

Ghost gave a smile from under his helmet and a nod. Then his form rippled a moment before he disappeared from sight. He made it a point to not touch anybody while boarding the ship that would take the group to their intended target.

When the boarding party was exiting the ship, he again made it a point to not touch anybody again, so as to not give his position away. When the squadrons were splitting up to report to their assigned points, he was debating on which one to go with, deciding to stick by Khivas' side. The two of them, for whatever reason, made a good team. When the firing began, Ghost reflected a good number of bolt fire before he'd become visible again. Taking note of Khivas tapping into the comm frequency.

"I think I'll stick by you. I might have more fun that way. Find out if the comms link is linked to any droids on the ship. If it is, I might be able to do something fun."

Ghost said as he was both figuratively and literally scanning over their environment with his right eye. After getting a better understanding of the surrounding area, he'd roll his shoulders back and activate the holographic stealth system in his armor again.

"I'll shadow you. You'll be underestimated if they think it's just you. Lead the way."

"Yea, I get that feeling too." Khivas said as he watched a lone freighter make a beeline for the Star Destroyer's hangar. "Won't lie, as stupid and ballsy as that is, if they succeeded, that just gave us an amazing opening." He said to Rane as he finished packing up the rest of his gear. That pilot up there had done something impossibly stupid and Khivas hoped they had a proper combat force with them. "Ghost!" Khivas said as he saw the cyborg who had helped him and a small group of fighters earlier in the day approach the shuttles readying to launch for the assault on the enemy's ship, "Glad to see you could make it to the party. Sadly we're going to be arriving late since somebody just crashed it, but that just means we get to arrive in style, so let's go. Everybody, MOVE!" He said, yelling out the order that now was the time to go.

In a moment's notice, every single soldier that signed on for this daring little stunt had boarded their shuttles, and as the captured AA guns started to spray the Star Destroyer's hull with deadly laser fire, Khivas and his temporary assault crew flew up to the ship's hangar where the other ship had crashed landed in. The scene upon getting out of the shuttle though was quite interesting; Whoever did this knew what the hell they were doing to a point, which made Khivas think that whoever was doing this wouldn't be violently killed too soon.

As for the actual hangar itself, well, it was a mess. Imperials were busy trying to put out the fires from having their missiles and laser charges blown up on them, and even a few crashed fighters and shuttles laid about the area, which in a way was fortunate for Khivas and his boarding party as he it made it really difficult for the enemy forces that had made it to the hangar bay in response to the sudden invasion fight back, thus Khivas and Company easily picked them off. "Fan out, Beta and Zelos squads, you're on perimeter duty. Make damn sure this hangar stays ours. Engineering Team, your exit is to the South, there." Khivas said as he pointed to a blast door off to the side of the hangar. "I've uploaded the coordinates to your datareaders. Stick to the plan and let us make the path for you first, then head down to engineering and make sure nothing get's reset on us. Bridge team, we need to head the other way and up." He finished, but not before noting that the primary path to Bridge seemed to have explosives strapped to it, an odd choice when the ship the previous boarders has used was still in this hangar, making Khivas guess that they truly were treating this as a fool on suicide mission. "Damned idiots..." He said under his breath as he scanned the charges with his visor.

They were standard imperial issue, charges he himself had used many times because he had stolen them for his own use before back on Corellia, but they were also primed and ready to blow, and Khivas was very hesitant to get in there and try to disarm them. Thankfully, he wouldn't have to, as a few seconds later the bombs went off, damaging but not destroying the hallway, leaving a hell of a lot of scorched panels and some debris here and there. "Imperials, may be pieces of bantha shit, but they sure do know how to make a ship last." Khivas chimed, noting that of all the things Imperials were capable of doing, one of their best was building capital ships, and being smart enough to realize that they need to survive a boarding party. And sadly no sooner did he say this that the entire ship's automated defenses came online, sprouting several auto-targeting repeating turrets inside the ship's areas and hallways, and no doubt that security, more than likely located on an entirely separate part of the ship, had their programs on lockdown, with only two sources allowing for a reset and a way to hack their controls. "Alright guys, let's not waste anymore time. Whoever rushed in ahead of us is heading right for a deathtrap. Let's go play bailout." Yelled the Young Freedom Fighter, stepping over the bodies of the dead unphased, his mind in the "game" and ready to play hard, as it was a game he had been long used to playing.

"Damned idiots had better not be dead by the time I pull their asses out of the fire." He thought to himself as he moved down the ship's hallways, deflecting and dodging the turret fire as best he could, taking them down as he moved along, hoping to move before the Imperial Fireteams got into place, and forcing shit to really hit the fan. Taking the time to duck and cover after taking down the last turret in the hall, Khivas pulled out his holomap and did a quick scan of the area, finding out the frequency the Imperials used to communicate, and found an additional source of radio within all the buzz. "That must be our 'allies' in all this. Time to ring the bell..."

Messing around with the airborne freqs, Khivas managed to write himself into their communications, and patched himself directly to their communicators. Once finished, he hailed them, delivering the following message: "Hey, whoever you are, if you're still alive, which I'm assuming you are as I haven't fought nearly as many Stormtroopers as I should be, I'm going to assume you're on my side and ask you to not blow up the ship. I'm here with the Rebels and Jedi, and we have a plan to crash this bloated hunk of metal outside of the city right on top of some Imperial positions. If you're on board, reply to this frequency and rendezvous at the Bridge. If not, then try not to get vaped."

After sending the message, Khivas simply continued on with his mission, leaving his comms open for calls in case they decided to reply.

 

[Noire]

Caden had followed after Resherani without truly giving the mad dash a moment's thought. He'd watched her lay down and prime a few borrowed explosives as Hal remained behind and protected the both of them, but it had not dawned on him until the explosion rocked the hangar and sealed the entrance to the corridor they were sprinting down that he comprehended their sobering truth. It was clear - more than clear now, actually - that they no longer had a guaranteed way off of the Star Destroyer anymore unless they fought their way back to the hangar from an alternate route. But that was a death wish and so was running aimlessly. Caden skidded to a stop as they rounded a corner, wincing at the blaring emergency horns still sounding off as though every Imperial on-board wasn't on already on alert, and retrieved the holoprojector he'd taken from the storm trooper earlier from his pouch.

A holographic layout of the Star Destroyer sprang forth as the device was activated and the Knight quickly stretched his arm out to show Resherani. "I'm not that well versed in reading blueprints but I think our best option is...," He paused, tracing his finger through the three dimensional image as he attempted to locate where he intended for them to go, "here. Where the bridge is at. Right?" He asked. But even that would be no small or easy task for them; there would still be hundreds of storm troopers and other Imperials blocking the way.

Before either of them could utter another a word the telltale clank of boots became rather apparent very quickly. He quickly backed up against the wall of the corridor, absentmindedly pulling his partner-in-crime along with him, and slowly peered around the corner. Only three? Caden thought as he spotted the storm troopers marching down the adjacent corridor. "I thought they would have sent more." He murmured before jumping out into the open and using the Force to smash two of the troopers into each other and the remaining one into the wall. The squad of three offered virtually no resistance whatsoever, having not been expecting an ambush of sorts, and it was only in under six seconds. Caden quirked an eyebrow as one of the trooper's helmets rolled off and over until it touched his boot.

It gave him an idea that Hal had already been onto hours ago.

"Have you ever worn one of these things?" He asked.

 

[Galavant]

"Sounds good to me," Resherani replied when Caden activated the projection and laid out a basic plain that was more than just sorta running around and blowing things up as her current one. Odds were strong that the bridge would be heavily guarded, but she wasn't too worried about having to run into all that many Stormtroopers over the rest of the ship. Its detachment would only be so big, and so many were probably still on the surface, and then they were only likely to run into so many in the passageways between them and the bridge. Still any number more than two or three outnumbered them, and as great as the HCR was it didn't come with an endless font of ammunition. With a little luck though most of the Imperials would be headed for the hangar bay, rather than for them, but Resherani was willing to bet that the biggest obstacle would be whatever defenses the bridge itself possessed were what would be the biggest obstacle. There it wasn't like they could keep avoiding the Imperials on board, and this being a Star Destroyer, the staff manning their positions were likely to number into the dozens.

Then the conversation was interrupted by more action, and more stormtroopers on the ground. Seeing Caden smash them into each other and a wall she wondered why he was so concerned with numbers. Given the sizes of the passageways the stormies were going to have a hard enough time getting out of their own way to stop them, much less when someone was using the force to grab them and hurl them into walls.

It certainly saved on ammo.

"If I had we probably wouldn't be talking to each other," She joked when Caden asked if she'd worn stormtrooper armor before. But she caught his drift, and immediately got to work stripping it off of one of them. If they could disguise themselves, even if it only held up for a fraction of a second, that was a fraction more than they'd have otherwise. As long as it helped them react first instead of having to constantly be running and reacting to squads of stormtroopers showing up like this.

Getting the armor off was the easy part, well compared to getting it on at least. The real issue was the body glove, and there was something about peeling it off a person that just felt like this was one of those x-rated movies, or terrible romance novel. It would have been funnier if it weren't for the fact that it was a life and death situation and all. Modesty and being timid in these kinds of scenarios wasn't going to do much more than get a person dead. She certainly didn't want to be interrupted by another group of stormtroopers so she ignored the things that would have normally bothered her about it all, and got to work. The armor didn't exactly fit Resherani either, and it was heavy. Really heavy. The stormtroopers that normally wore it could make use of a neural interface to the bodyglove that tied into strength enhancement systems, and thus made it easier for them to move around. Resherani however didn't have the luxury of getting that all set up or worked out before they needed to move on again, and she'd never worn body armor like this before.

But it was better than nothing.

She hoped.

Before she could do much more the deck of the Star Destroyer rocked as explosions impacted it, and someone sent a message over the comms.

"We might want to hurry before they blow us up," She said to Caden when he'd finished getting geared up for the next phase of the adventure. It'd really suck to have made it this far, only to get blown out of the sky after all.

 

[Khivas]

The fighter's knew of the plan Khivas and his company had set in motion, so he could rest assured that they wouldn't intentionally sink the star ship, but damn if those bombs going off didn't shake things up for him, both literally and figuratively. "Hot damn, guess the Calvary's arrived. Let's move people!" He yelled, and carried on with the plan, cutting down Stormtropper after Stormtrooper on his way up to the ship's bridge, doing his best to evade and destroy the defense turrets as they dropped down, all aiming to end Khivas's assault early.

Still though, with great effort and aid from his allies, Khivas cut down the enemy and made it past them, finally reaching one of the points of entry for the Bridge of the ship. Rushing up to the door, Khivas could tell they were scrambling hard on the other side of it, freaking out that enemy soldiers could make it this far, and when the blast doors slammed shut, Khivas simply smiled and drew his lightsaber and with a hefty amount of strength, plunged it deep into the durasteel doors, letting the heat sink into the metal frame, melting away the metal.

By now, the soldiers and officers on the other side of the door knew damn well what was coming for them, and sure as daylight would not be sitting idly as their enemy ripped their down, preparing to meet them head on with barricades and guns of their own. Of course Khivas knew this, he wasn't stupid himself either, and before the door completely broke away in a series of molten slabs, he pulled out the special, anti door breaching explosives he bought with him, and placed one on each corner of the blast door before falling back to a safe distance. As he pulled out the detonator for the devices, Khivas ducked down and yelled, both to his men and over the comms "Fire in the hole!", and with a massive bang, the breaches exploded, breaking down the weakened door and sending chunks of hot, melted metal flying into the room, knocking around the barricaded Stormtroopers and making it easier for Khivas to continue fighting through their defenses.

After some effort, Khivas and the others finally had control over the bridge, taking the ship's captain and a few others hostage, and wasting little time, Khivas immediately got to work on the control panels for the ship, shutting down the defense turrets and opening the pathway straight to engineering, locking out all other avenues so the Engineering Team would have an easy time getting down there to make sure nobody did a hard reset of the ship's systems.

Deciding to reach out to the other crew inside the ship before he sent the Stardestroyer on it's course for grounding, Khivas opened up his comms and sent out another message to those aboard. "Hey, if you guys are still alive, get to the bridge. My team just took control of it, and I'm about to pilot this sucker into the ground. If you need a ride out, I just might have you covered as well."