Ask The Dungeon Crawl

It was time.. the Pyke Syndicate's biggest strike to date against The Materiaalaankopen, @Rafe sat on board the stolen 3-Z light freighter they were using, the ship was packed to the brim with Pyke members, Pyke soldiers, and their droids. Up in the cockpit sat only the leaders of this mission, along with one other individual, a Manager for The Materiaalaankopen, the poor guy had been kidnapped, beaten, tortured, and otherwise abused for the information in his head, and now he was leading @Rafe and his crew right into the heart of their target, a Lictor-class dungeon ship owned and operated by the Materiaalaankopen. This would belong to the Pykes before the day was through.

The abused Manager had been promised his life in return for his service, and Rafe was pretty sure the Pyke Reconditioning of the man had been successful.. afterall it was effective, if not barbaric.. so as the freighter pulled nearer and nearer to the enormous ship the man came on the comms, speaking like his normal self and providing whatever passphrases was necessary to be allowed docking.

Rafe was holding his breath, he didn't like capital ships.. mostly he didn't like their turbolasers.. so when the static turn back to an affirmative announcement allowing them to land Rafe let out a sigh of relief before motioning for one of the others to return the Manager to his makeshift cell within the ship.

They had somehow crammed some two-hundred soldiers and droids on to this freighter, but Rafe knew they were still outnumbered six or so to one. This would be a hell of a fight, and many of the troops they brought would likely take injuries or just plain not make it. As they finished their travel and began to dock to the capital ship's docking ring Rafe fired up the freighters on board intercom, Two days from now, I will be home on Sleheyron drinking. Imagine where you will be, and it will be so, we will hold the line, and we will take what will be ours! We're not goons, and we're not thugs. No matter what people say or do, we are PYKES, and Pykes take what they want! Soon, we will meet the Materiaalaankopen face-to-face, and I am resolved to live or die with each one of you, together none of them will live to see tomorrow! I guess there's only one thing left to do, go win the whole fhtagn thing!! Rafe was never one to give inspiring speeches, but even as he finished he could hear the others from the other rooms and the cargo cheering.

Rafe cut off the intercom and looked around the cockpit.. Lets go get our ship.. Rafe said as he walked out of the cockpit and made his way to the docking tube, cheering Syndicate members and droids all around the ship nearly shoulder to shoulder. Rafe would make sure he was first when that docking tube opened..

Come Hell.. Rafe whispered to himself standing at the docking tube as the pressure released and it opened up.. Rafe squeezed his fists before opening them up and lifting his brand new Z-6 Rotary Blaster, no time like now to unleash his new toy..

@Wayrider @Where @Trix

Harleen sat in the cockpit of the ship, this wasn't a Zann mission, but her leader @Grace Zann was here, so Harleen would be as well.. Harleen had already gone through the typical check your weapons phase, and listened to the giant wolf speak into the comms, when he was done Harleen leaned over to @Grace Zann and whispered, Inspiring.. somewhat sarcastically. Harleen had never met the wolf of the Pyke Syndicate, but had heard that even though he wasn't the head of that Syndicate, that he basically was that Syndicate.

The less than three foot Lurmen would stay with her leader on this one, it wouldn't do to have her go down in the midst of someone else's war afterall.. so as the whole cockpit descended into the bowels of the freighter to wait at the front of the pack for the docking doors to open, Harleen readied herself with her peacemaker in hand, her normal MO was to go a little more boomy.. but figured she'd save that for when her side of this war wasn't in such small quarters together..

The doors opened and the unsuspecting docking crew on the other side was quickly mowed down by what had to be at least a dozen or so readied blasters to do so, Harleen did her part to fire off two blasts of her own during the half a second or whatever it was happening.

Afterwards the front crew started to quickly enter the capital dungeon ship, Harleen would take care to stay with @Grace Zann however, whichever direction she decided to go once inside. The ship was massive, and they'd no doubt need to break up into a dozen different teams to secure it..

@Where @Wayrider @Trix @Mad Dog

Grace found herself amongst a crowd of cheering Pyke syndicate scoundrels and rogues, all preparing to go to war. She had assisted Mae and Rafe with a job in the past, but this was something that helped the pykes more directly. After joining the Five Syndicates formally, thanks to the deal she made with @Nor'baal Desilijic, the woman wanted to prove her loyalty to the missions of all other syndicates. While the Pykes were not her people, they were potential business partners and allies for larger scale operations in the future. She aimed to prove her worth to them all.

She had not come alone however, a long time mercenary friend of her's and explosives expert was there as well. Harleen was a lurmen of unassuming size, but her mind was invaluable. It had been some time since Grace had the chance to commission her, but now that the consortium was about to be officialized, money was less of an issue. "You can say that again... He certainly riled them up though. Best we stay quiet for now, we'll distinguish ourselves on the battlefield." She would remark to Harleen.

Grace would make her way up to the front of the Pyke's vanguard, standing just a few meters behind Rafe himself. The man was armed with one of the largest blasters in the galaxy, a rotary blaster cannon. This wasn't going to go well for the slavers on the other side... That was evident long before the blast doors began to open, and a massive hail of blasters bolts would slam into the slavers' first line of defense. The woman didn't even need to ignite her blade.

Stepping over one of the fallen bodies as the rest of the crew began to fan out, Grace would take notice of a white sealed door. There would be a name plate above that would state "Mess Hall". That would be a prefect first spot... Not wasting any time, she would run to the door's control panel and press a button. A large hallway would open up, probably leading to a cafeteria area... There was only one way to find out.

"Shall we?" She would ask Harleen with a smirk.

@Where @Wayrider @Trix @Mad Dog

Jules was carrying more weapons and ammunition than he ever had at any other time in his life. He was carrying a Z-6 rotary cannon on a sling which he planned on simply dropping when he ran it dry. He would then go to his peacemakers. He was carrying two extra in chest holsters as well as his own in their respective thigh holster. He would drop the extra ones when they were dry. He had his two phrink vibro blades strapped across his back and two recently acquired light sabers clipped inside his leather jacket. Inside the satchel on his left hip were 6 ammunition reloads as well as several grenades. Inside his thigh pockets were several data spike and code breakers.

Jules along with two jet pack wearing heavily armored humans and Rafe were carrying the rotary cannons. Their first responsibility was to clear the Docking area so the rest of the Pykes could board. Once the boarding party was aboard. Jules would then head for engineering his eidetic memory would make taking over and controlling the systems easier.

Mae followed closely behind Rafe. As he mowed the room down in front of him, she simply reached up and grabbed a latch on his jet pack and jumped up with her feet on his lower back armor. She was very light but knew he would feel the extra weight regardless. She just planned on riding him until he picked a route he was taking and then she would jump off and join him in that direction.

She was impressed with his speech. She did not think she heard him talk half as much the entire time that she has known him. He is normally a wolf of very few words, so it impressed her that he would know that a proper speech was needed before such a heavy task ahead of them.

He was going to be the next big bad leader that the Syndicate needed and there was nothing to stop him. He had her vote at least.

Slick barely heard a word that the big hairy beast said. He was busy munching on some old and rotten food he found laying on the floor in the mess hall that was most likely thrown down there as they were making room for the massive amount of bodies crammed into this tin can of a ship.

He looked over at his Twin sister who was engaged in conversation with their new boss, Grace Zindew or something like that. He did not really pay attention that much when introductions were being made as he just followed his sister from job to job. Little did he know that this would be their boss from now on and proper respect would soon be earned, today.

The one thing that he did notice about their new boss is that she too wielded a light saber. His was red and hers, yellow, but a light saber none the less.

As Slick fidgetted with a wrapper to a protien bar, he got impatient and decided to use his lightsaber to cut off the top, and totally forgot how close others were around him and as his saber erected, it slid into a thug next to him, in the leg. As the thug fell to the ground in agony, Slick apologized, and went back to eating the protien bar as if nothing happened.

His ears perked up as he heard the opening blaster fire into the bowls of the enemy ship. He saw Boomette, his sister, follow Grace into the hostile ship and slowly followed behind, still eating his protien bar and not even pulling his saber from his side without a care in the galaxy to bother him.

Rafe kept walking with Mae riding his back, Rafe had a medium sized external power source hooked to his upper back running down to his rotary blaster, he wanted the thing to last for a while. @Julius Arvo had taken a team and was running for the engineering bay, and @Grace Zann and the Lurmens were headed toward the mess hall, one of them was eating a snack while they did so.. something Rafe cocked an eyebrow at..

Fan out, kill them all.. Rafe would say as he and a team of fifteen would start heading for the bridge, there would be hundreds upon hundreds of Materiaalaankopen on board, this would be no small task, but Rafe figured the chaos of several teams would help to disorganize the troops on board, also not every one of them would actually be combative, which might play in Rafe's favor...

As Rafe led his strike team up the hallways and around the turns it would be some times before they ran into resistance, as the majority would be in other areas of the ship. Once they made a turn Rafe spotted five of them huddled around talking, as they turned before they said a single word Rafe pressed down on his trigger, the rotary blaster going to work, as well as several others of his group, and began spitting out blaster bolts, filling up the lightly armoured men, they hadn't raised an alarm yet..

Harleen followed @Grace Zann as she spotted the hallway to the mess hall, Most definitely.. she responded, and scuffed at her brother who was eating again... the hallway wasn't long, and they found the door, along with some ten or so Pyke soldiers behind them, when Harleen opened the door, it opened revealing an enormous mess hall, this had to be the biggest room on the ship, Harleen was somewhat taken a back as she saw it, until she realized it was also packed full, there had to be some one-hundred and fifty people in here...

Harleen sprung to action, her jetpack lifting her into the air as she fired her wrist rocket indiscriminately in a random direction before her helmets HUD targeted four more a half second before a volley of whistling birds jetted out of her armour and zooming toward their targets, all of this as Harleen lifted her twin micro missile guns, having returned her peacemaker and started mag dumping in random directions.

The mess hall would soon be.. a mess, as the explosions erupted all over the place, several dying on impact and many receiving wounds they'd never recover from.. Harleen loved it... It's a target rich environment!! Harleen yelled in excitement as her explosions continued to happen around the room.

Grace would quickly rush down the halls with a crew of Pykes and Harleen in tow. Eventually they would reach the aforementioned mess hall that was packed to the brim with Materiaalaankopen thugs. Many of them would begin flipping over tables, while the pykes would fire blaster bolts toward the crowd of enemies.

The woman herself would ignite a yellow double-bladed lightsaber and enter into a defensive flurry. Her blade would spin into blaster bolts, redirecting their shots back into the crowd of slavers. Thanks to a distraction caused by Harleen's jetpack, Grace would have a swift opportunity to loosen up their foes defenses.

Using the force, she would lift one of the large metal tables into the air, exposing a group of several thugs to unavoidable fire. She would then quickly swipe the air with a hand, which would send the levitating table flying across the cafeteria. The object would crash into several other individuals causing both chaos and confusion.

With their forces beginning to ware thin, the woman would charge those who remained head-on. A yellow blade would slash horizontally or vertically through any foe who got too close, just they way she liked it. "Target rich indeed. keep on the offensive!" She would shout.

The various pykes around them weren't sure whether to praise the force-sensitive woman, or to want her dead for being force sensitive. Either way, they couldn't deny her usefulness.

@Where @Wayrider @Trix @Mad Dog

Jules was totally implacable, not a single emotion could be discerned. He was totally ruthless everything that crossed his path or even came into his view was killed and or destroyed.

His companions looked askance at one another. This March would talked about and exaggerated for decades becoming known as the March of Jules. His companions were smart enough to hang back slightly making sure that they didn't get in his line of sight.

He had fired every weapon he had dry and had abandoned all of them with the exception of his own peacemakers. Taking a moment to reload his pistols he stepped through the hatch onto the engineering deck.

Some of these crewmembers even wore armor. Not that it mattered much Jules shots were precise hitting the weak points of the armor or finding the joints. Most landing just a fraction of a centimeter above the chest plate cutting through the leather and cloth. Those heavy blaster bolts then cutting through their necks and throats.

@ Mae Tecono

With Rafe finally picking his direction of interest, Mae jumped off his back and walked just behind him to the side. She let the big guy take the lead as her liked. When they rounded the corner and saw the group, Mae quickly grabbed two grenades from her side, but frowned as the group was quickly destroyed by Rafe, before she could try to throw them. She too, noticed that the alarm had yet been triggered, but as soon as he lit up that group, and she heard blaster fire and screams from around her as the others engaged targets, the alarm quickly sprang.

Just as the last lightly armored man hit the floor, in a pile of scorched and disfigured flesh, another group of Kopenies joined the fight. They were smarter then their friends and used the corners of the hall for cover as they fired back, triggering a massive exchange of blaster fire. Mae reached for her blasters but her hands were full. "My hands are full!" she shouted with excitement and armed the two thermal detonators and chucked them down the hall around both the right and left corners. She was not strong, but she had the arm of a pro Tinok baller. She had a big smile on her face right before one of her soldiers on her right caught a blaster to the face which splattered blood all over the little redhead.

Mae did not have time to react to the dousing of blood as the two corners the badies were hiding behind blew up sending pieces of the Kopenies flying everywhere.

She did not know the soldier who was struck in the face, but he had taken a blaster fire that could of been for her. She reached down and grabbed his identification tags from his neck and promised herself to look him up after all the fighting was over. She then brought up the schematics and frowned, as she thought the cockpit was just around the corner, however, they still had a long way to go before reaching it.

As if in a trance, Slick entered the room slowly behind his sister, he was still in no rush to pull his blasters as he made his way over to a table that his sister had just flown over and decapitated a unlucky soul eating his chow. He looked up just in time to see the headless body slump over into his food. Food that almost looked delicious to him if it were not for the blood now leaking into it. He wondered over to the next table and grabbed the cake of some type off the table top and began to munch on it, when he stopped mid chew. There right in front of him on the next table was a stack, no wait, three, stacks of credits as someone was having a little gabling game going on during their meal. He swallowed his first bite and spit the rest of the cake out as he stepped forward and started to pull the credits into his ammo satchel.

Slick then climbed to the top of the table, totally exposing himself to everyone left living in the room, and scanned the tables for more credits. No more credits, but he did see his sister as a figure, once hidden under the table, stood and up blocking his line of sight to her. Slick then saw the man raise his blaster to the back of his sisters head, but before the man could pull the trigger, Slick had dashed and jumped table to table and split the man in half at the waist with his light saber. With his off hand, Slick finally grabbed his blaster and began to join the party of death.

Rafe laughed when Mae's gernades exploded, and a lone severed arm bounced around the hallway, lost from its original owner. Squeezing the trigger a bit longer to continue slamming bolts into their enemies, even after they'd hit the floor.

Mae's reference of the ship's schematics was helpful, Rafe was fairly sure he knew the way, but a reminder was always appriciated. As they rounded another corner Rafe spotted an emplaced E-Web Heavy Repeating Blaster, but much to Rafe's relief it was unmanned, he signaled for two of his men to take up the position, it would be nice to keep control of the halls while they marched on.

Further down the hall it split in two different directions, the name plates had clearly been destroyed some time ago, and Rafe had to rely on the holo schematics once again, before turning left, his crew following him faithfully until incoming fire pelted the walls and the occasional armour piece of the posse. Rafe spun up the rotary blaster and let loose more bolts, this was an actual response team, probably some forty or so, though it would be hard to tell until they were all dead given the cover they had.

A volley of bolts was flying in both directions as the Pykes and the Materiaalaankopen fought for control of the hallway.

Harleen was having the time of her life, as she landed on a table, then leapt off with a back flip firing another barrage of her rocket knee darts, and and finishing off the magazine of her twin micro missile guns before returning them to their holsters as she landed on another table.

Once her footing was stable, Harleen dropped to all fours, not a far drop but a drop nonetheless, and her HUD sprung to life as she locked in, a group of them, who knows how many and who cares, had grouped three overturned tables together for cover, Harleen smiled viciously as the missile from her jet pack activated and soared across the mess hall crashing into the tables and exploding violently.

The alarm was welcome music to Harleen, now they knew where they were, and would likely send reinforcements to the mess hall given all of the explosions, this would pull the attention off the other groups, allowing them to get their objectives done with less interruptions.

As her furry companion unleashed a nasty barrage of attacks, Grace would continue to take defensive action as the Materiaalaankopen concentrated firepower on her. She would deflect blaster bolt after blaster bolt, and feel herself slowly beginning to tire. Consistent use of the force tended to do that after all.

Thankfully, the explosion caused by the jetpack missile was enough to send several thugs tumbling down. Many of the metal mess hall benches had been overturned by that point, and multiple groups of both Pykes and Materiaalaankopens took cover behind the makeshift barricades.

Grace herself would duck behind one of the structures, along with several pykes. "Can anyone give me a head count!? How many Materiaalaankopen are coming, and how many are here?"

One of the pykes would get down to one knee before explaining, "Two dozen are all that remains of the initial force! There are several more groups on the way. That explosion seems to have rocked the boat."

She would give the man an affirmative nod before standing back up. As she saw even more thugs entering the mess hall, Grace would toss her ignited lightsaber from across the room. The weapon would spin wildly as it unnaturally flew through the air like some sort of disk. As it went the weapon would slash multiple Materiaalaankopens thugs, leaving about a dozen or so headless.

Shocked and in fear from the gruesome display, what remained of their forces began backing away toward an open blast door on the other side of the large room. It seemed as though they were about to give some ground.

"Press the offensive, we can't allow that group to warn the next room!"

Jules continued across the engineering deck at a methodical pace. Anything that moved was destroyed by perfectly aimed shots droid and sentient alike. Not a single round was discharged by his platoon theirs just were not needed.

When he reached the rear bulkhead and hatch that lead directly to the engines he stopped once again to reload and observe his carnage.
Fifty four dead or destroyed. He noted that three of his team had taken it upon themselves to secure the main entrance by closing the blast doors and were in the process of setting up two tripod mounted rotary cannons.

Jules then held up one hand and pointed signaling that five should stay and secure this hatch. He then stepped through the hatch and onto the engine access catwalk. There were only seven left and in less than two minutes there were none.

Sighing Jules spoke the first words he had said since being assigned to this task. "We all go home nobody is left behind." Heading back up the catwalk Jules released his hold on the Force.

@ Mae Tecono

Rafe had an ace in the hole, as both groups were huddled in cover firing down both directions of the hallway, Rafe knew he needed to break their cover, drawing his micro missile gun he placed a shot to the middle of the floor where the Materiaalaankopen were huddled, the resulting explosion killed two and blasted the others out of their cover, opening them up to direct fire from the Pykes that followed Rafe. With a spin of the gun, Rafe returned the micro missile gun to its holster and returned his grip to the rotary blaster.

Rafe signaled for two more to stay in this area to maintain control, as he ordered the rest to move forward. As the Pykes flooded the hallway forward Rafe leaned down to the man who'd taken a bolt to the face, he wasn't breathing, Rafe ran his hand over the man's eyes, closing them, in respect for his sacrifice. With a nod Rafe followed the pack.

They'd clear two more hallways and left four more men behind to keep it secure before they located the bridge, the long walk here and the blaring alarm had given them time to seal it. Rafe knew this would happen, but had still hoped to avoid the situation. Rafe looked over to the two sappers he'd brought, Blow it.. he'd say. They almost had the bridge, which meant they almost controlled the ship, the chaos on the other levels could be given more time as long as they had the bridge...

The sappers began setting up their fusion rigs, and the rest of the group took cover around the area to defend them. Rafe had wanted them to just explode the door, but figured it was better this way anyway. As the arc light from the fusion cutters lit the hall up Rafe had his rotary blaster ready, watching and waiting for anyone to come down the halls..

Harleen activated her whistling birds again, as they jetted out of her armour towards their targets, she laughed maniacally. She was forced to do another back flip off of the table to land in cover as she reloaded her micro missile guns, as well as her wrist rocket. Reloading... she yelled to her companions.

The pace had certainly picked up, and Harleen wasn't sure exactly how well the giant wolf would respond to the state she would be leaving this mess hall in, but she ventured a guess that ownership of this massive metal prison was more important to him anyway.

Their group seemed to have their exit controlled, and the majority of the mess hall was being cleared of anything living. The doors on the other side however were starting to get plugged with baddies, No idea boss... Harleeen responded to @Grace Zann, regardless, the fighting was thick and they weren't done yet..

With the large number of slavers retreating from the mess hall and running into other parts of the ship, Grace figured this would be their chance to gain some ground. She would command the pyke forces with a raised lightsaber, "They're retreating. You five secure the room. The rest of you follow me, we're going to hunt them down."

The young crime boss would then take a moment to check on Harleen's status, acknowledging that it would take her a moment to reload. "If you need extra ammunition feel free to loot the Materiaalaankopen. I don't think they'll be needing it where they're going."

With that Grace would begin jogging after the group of slaves that had retreated behind a blast door. It looked like the area may have been connected to the crew quarters, meaning they would be in for the fight of their lives behind those doors. Getting through them would be easy enough however. "Everyone take defensive positions, expect heavy resistance one we get these doors open!"

With that, she would jam one of her lightsaber's blades into the heavy blast door and began cutting a large circle into it...

Inserting a data spike with code breakers the first thing Jules did was kill all other data ports. He then took over life support, followed by setting all pass codes to his own biometrics. He really was surprised that on a ship this size that there wasn't a person or even a droid monitoring the control systems at at least two separate stations so that a takeover like this couldn't happen.

Shrugging he thought well maybe that they had gotten lucky and had actually killed them just during the initial storm of the ship. At that point he took the engines off line. The engines going offline would totally disheartening to the Materiaalaankopen crew. There would be no doubt that they had lost the ship.

Turning on the holo monitor of the hall outside the blast doors Jules called out to his platoon, "they will coming at us hard now." "Remember if they manage to force the doors start by skipping the blaster fire off the deck. Two of his team were welding the blast doors closed as well as having already spot welding the sides of the door to the frame.