Silvertongue
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“The setting is the Triewahl Docking Station. A clan of nomad pirates has been attacking the docking station for the past two weeks. A signal has just been received in various marks across the Mid Rim, one Admiral Royce has requested help from anyone, offering a hefty sum of credits to whoever aids the station against the pillaging pirates. The security and merchants in the station are unable to win the war, communication with other stations has been made impossible due to a signal interceptor device installed on behalf of the pirate party shortly after the message had gone out. The only functioning method of short-ranged communication inside this structure are the guard comlinks, portable devices that transfer voice signals from one location to another. The word is spreading throughout the Triewahl system, goons for hire from all kinds of points of the galaxy have shown an interest.”
The Triewahl Docking Station can be distinguished from a great distance. Various sectors and tiers of the station are incinerated and nomad pirate shuttles and starfighters can be seen looping around the enormous pile of debris, searching for potential intruders and establishing security for the loot being transported from the station into carrier spaceships. The left side of the station appears to be completely mutilated and unsafe for a protocol hangar landing, pieces of A J-type star skiffs and other yacht-styled spacecraft float around the docking lanes on the very same exact spot where most of this infernal burning is located. However, the second hangar on the far right is under the supervision of the scavenging pirates where they've established a transportation route directly from the landing ramps to the loot-carrying ships.
An intruding wasted TIE Interceptor flies past the scouting pirate ships, piloted by Silvertongue the Rancor. The Interceptor has just been struck on the right wing brace by one of the hostile pirate fighters and continues to approach the Triewahl Docking Station's only safe hangar, dodging 60% of the incoming blaster bolts with risky spiral and unorthodox maneuvers. Silvertongue thrusts the Interceptor's joystick back and forth abruptly, having to force it to each side more than he would like, it was inevitable that the steering control was going to break, and it did. The TIE Interceptor had a mind of its own at this stage, it swerved directly into the cockpit of an attacking pirate shuttle, sending it crashing into a group of two looting pirate ships whilst it dropped negatively in the y-axis on the screen of the pilot panel. Silvertongue buttons and more buttons in despair, punching his fists at every red circle and eventually, the wings were detached from the drive pod which sooner or later crashed against the landing ramp in a bowling ball-like motion, screeching metal and pushing smaller ships in the hangar aside against pirates present in the area. Most of the enemies on the landing scene had been swept into space or crushed to death by the incoming fiery metal ball. Silvertongue the Rancor bounces back and forth inside the pod, restraining himself by holding onto the emergency grips above his head.
Five minutes shortly after the disastrous landing, Silvertongue regained his senses and proceeded to withdrawing his DL-44 blaster pistol from the holster adjacent to his right leg. A heavy thumping of Silvertongue's right boot against a corroded metal plate of the TIE Interceptor was enough to open an exit hole. A few meters ahead of him was located a red pristine A-wing starfighter surrounded by sealed crates, most likely to be weapons. Silvertongue hopped down from the inside surface of the shuttle onto the far inside landing ramp, taking cover behind one of the sealed metallic crates after being quickly targeted by the remaining six pirates on the hangar. He continued to hold his ground, blind-firing into the whereabouts of these villains.
Elsewhere inside the station, turmoil unveiled further and further. Twenty security guards faced sixty pirates alone in an isolated medical bay in the heart of the station. The noise was unbearable and blaster bolts could be heard everywhere inside this collapsing structure. Some of the pirates could be found near lifts, holding merchants as hostages, others could be found either fighting the security guards or guarding precious loot. There had been rumors regarding a kilo of obdisian being located in the Admiral's control room which was completely sealed, locked and fortified with a metal alloy and another kilo of beskar being guarded by ten pirates in the Na'rshaaq Bar area.
As some alien merchants hailing from the Unknown Regions of the galaxy on business begged for mercy and shouted for help, other individuals inside the ship were gaining notoriety from both enemy sides inside the station, showing great courage and survival skills. With so much confusion, it wasn't clear which side these men were siding, it could not be said at such an early stage, although some of them had been present since the first day of the raid and that situation played out differently...
Greetings fellow benevolent Commanders or whatever you will, this is an emergency transmission from Admiral Roger Royce of the Triewahl Docking Station, requesting assistance from anyone willing to aid our resistance force against the nomad pirates of the Wild Space! A sum of twenty thousand credits will be rewarded to anyone and split evenly per each individual as a result of assisting the station in the war efforts against these raiders. These attacks have been ongoing for more than two weeks, I don't think we'll be able to last much longer with this uneven ratio of manpower. Take whatever you want from the station, we just need someone to help us, and very quickly indeed! I'm sorry for this informal message, but I have no time to waste! If it counts for anything, I'm sure these pirates are carrying some precious loot too. Admiral Royce out!
The Triewahl Docking Station can be distinguished from a great distance. Various sectors and tiers of the station are incinerated and nomad pirate shuttles and starfighters can be seen looping around the enormous pile of debris, searching for potential intruders and establishing security for the loot being transported from the station into carrier spaceships. The left side of the station appears to be completely mutilated and unsafe for a protocol hangar landing, pieces of A J-type star skiffs and other yacht-styled spacecraft float around the docking lanes on the very same exact spot where most of this infernal burning is located. However, the second hangar on the far right is under the supervision of the scavenging pirates where they've established a transportation route directly from the landing ramps to the loot-carrying ships.
An intruding wasted TIE Interceptor flies past the scouting pirate ships, piloted by Silvertongue the Rancor. The Interceptor has just been struck on the right wing brace by one of the hostile pirate fighters and continues to approach the Triewahl Docking Station's only safe hangar, dodging 60% of the incoming blaster bolts with risky spiral and unorthodox maneuvers. Silvertongue thrusts the Interceptor's joystick back and forth abruptly, having to force it to each side more than he would like, it was inevitable that the steering control was going to break, and it did. The TIE Interceptor had a mind of its own at this stage, it swerved directly into the cockpit of an attacking pirate shuttle, sending it crashing into a group of two looting pirate ships whilst it dropped negatively in the y-axis on the screen of the pilot panel. Silvertongue buttons and more buttons in despair, punching his fists at every red circle and eventually, the wings were detached from the drive pod which sooner or later crashed against the landing ramp in a bowling ball-like motion, screeching metal and pushing smaller ships in the hangar aside against pirates present in the area. Most of the enemies on the landing scene had been swept into space or crushed to death by the incoming fiery metal ball. Silvertongue the Rancor bounces back and forth inside the pod, restraining himself by holding onto the emergency grips above his head.
Five minutes shortly after the disastrous landing, Silvertongue regained his senses and proceeded to withdrawing his DL-44 blaster pistol from the holster adjacent to his right leg. A heavy thumping of Silvertongue's right boot against a corroded metal plate of the TIE Interceptor was enough to open an exit hole. A few meters ahead of him was located a red pristine A-wing starfighter surrounded by sealed crates, most likely to be weapons. Silvertongue hopped down from the inside surface of the shuttle onto the far inside landing ramp, taking cover behind one of the sealed metallic crates after being quickly targeted by the remaining six pirates on the hangar. He continued to hold his ground, blind-firing into the whereabouts of these villains.
Elsewhere inside the station, turmoil unveiled further and further. Twenty security guards faced sixty pirates alone in an isolated medical bay in the heart of the station. The noise was unbearable and blaster bolts could be heard everywhere inside this collapsing structure. Some of the pirates could be found near lifts, holding merchants as hostages, others could be found either fighting the security guards or guarding precious loot. There had been rumors regarding a kilo of obdisian being located in the Admiral's control room which was completely sealed, locked and fortified with a metal alloy and another kilo of beskar being guarded by ten pirates in the Na'rshaaq Bar area.
As some alien merchants hailing from the Unknown Regions of the galaxy on business begged for mercy and shouted for help, other individuals inside the ship were gaining notoriety from both enemy sides inside the station, showing great courage and survival skills. With so much confusion, it wasn't clear which side these men were siding, it could not be said at such an early stage, although some of them had been present since the first day of the raid and that situation played out differently...
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