Black Site Down

[Irolia Shen]

The sound of rumbling as the smaller shuttle flies at a roaring speed through the large asteroid field towards a towering space station. The pilots weaving around both larger and smaller asteroids and a voice appeared from the comm in the back where Irolia sat along with her own personal squad of 6 Imperial Troopers. "T-40 seconds" announced the pilot over the comm. On Irolia's shoulder sat a small droid with a half-hemisphere rounded dome for body and head, five long thin arms sprouting under it with pincers at the end.

Along with Irolia and her Imperial Troopers, was a Dark Councillor, Darth Victress. To be honest, Irolia didn't know much of the Darth, she knew she was part of the Dark Council and heard of her adventures, but not much else. With that said, it would be interesting to see her in action, to get a better picture of her character.

Funnily enough, a few days ago she didn't even know about the prison station. Even more so, that she would lead the mission to get the situation under control, orders from the top from within the Imperial Intelligent. The mission briefing was short and straight to the point; the warden has lost his control over the Black Site prison station, so two teams will breach the station and regain control over the station. One team will find the warden, get the key and activate the riot control system, while the other will regain control over the lower levels by getting a team of engineers to fix the system and automatic cell doors.

It sounded pretty straight forward to Irolia and both strike teams even were authorised to use lethal force at the inmates, which told the Pantoran that Empire wanted control over their secret prison station and did not care for what happened to all the inmates.

Checking her quickdraw blasters, making sure they are loaded and charged, she waits for that special moment right before touch down when dropping into unknown territory.

While the other strike team with their shuttle split off from the one Irolia was in, her own entered the hanger where new inmates would be dropped off. The ramp opens and a green light started glowing by the ramp, giving the signal to go, so that's was exactly what Irolia and her squad of men did.

The first thing that everybody saw, that was part of the strike team Irolia was in, was how messed up the hanger looked. Dead guards hanging from the walls, some hanged or spiked while others flayed in an almost ritualistic manner. Basically, the hanger looked like a bloody massacre of both dead guards and inmates.

Irolia had one of her quickdraw blasters pulled when she exited the shuttle with her men, "holy kriff, that's a lot of carnage" commented the blue-skinned Sith. Her squad of men started to secure the hanger, as abandoned ships of both smaller and larger proportions were obscuring the view.

In the far right corner of the hanger had the blast door ironically half of it side blown off, making it impossible for the door to close. "Captain, regroup" called Irolia to the captain of her squad, gathering her men. "Let's move out, we got a warden to find and he's supposed to be on the upper level of the prison, so let's move out, you're coming?" Ordered Irolia her men and the turned to Darth Victress with her question.

@Faded Truth

 

[Darth Victress]

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Darth Victress had been mostly quiet during the duration of the voyage, being overtly loud and bearing had never been the Councilor's personal style. However her aura of death had lingered around her, tainting the air into an unwelcoming cold with the stench of foul murder and the decay of wilting lifeforms surrounding her. Wicked wails of tortured souls could be heard, lights momentarily dimming in the Hangar as the armored dark lord made her presence known. She dismounted from the shuttle a few moments after Irolia, golden eyes though well hidden beneath her armored visage took a quick and calculated glance of their surroundings.

Force summoned and coiled around her, the Fallen blade igniting in Darth Victress' right grasp as she began to advance into the hangar. Left hand free to manipulate the force, summoning it to her beckon as her attention quickly snapped towards the other sith. "Your enthusiasm is promising, Crusader..." She said, her voice cold and robotic as she continued to advance, naturally expecting those in her company to follow. "Execute all and any who resist, there will be no prisoners or survivors at the end of this ordeal." She commanded, reaching out with her left hand as a lasso of force wrapped itself around the protected door and slowly crushed its hinges and electronic components. Wires sheared apart as electric circuits flashed open, tearing the steel barrier from its encasing and hurling it to the side. The gash that was left open in the wall, permitted them easy access into the controlled sector of the station, far away from the open Hangar.

Enemy combatants already started approaching on their position, the soldiers accompanying the two Sith made their preparations as a volley of blaster fire began exchanging. A natural combatant, Darth Victress relished in the bloodthirsty thrill of battle. Echoing out with a force bellow, she darted towards her enemies and plunged her saber into the first inmate that opposed her. A flurry of speed and precision carried the Darth as she carved a delicate path of body parts and seared flesh forward.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

Darth Victress demeanour was interesting, to say the least. Irolia made a mental note to look into Darth Victress sometime later when they weren't getting blasted by inmates, pouring out of the self-made hole in the hanger. "Captain, spread out, fire-at-will!" ordered Irolia to her personal squad and deflected a blaster shot right before it hit her and sent it back at the inmate who shot at her.

The troopers spread out quickly and got behind cover, returning fire back at the inmates. Irolia followed Darth Victress into the fray and sliced an inmate in two pieces, following the attack up with electrocuting another right beside the first inmate. But before the enemies could shoot the Pantoran, pulled Irolia her lightsaber back and deflected the incoming blaster fire again.

The whole hanger was lit up by all the different blaster light flying all around them. A few inmates with self-made blunt weapons with the addition of spikes attracted to the top tried to jump Darth Victress from behind. But instead, a barrage of fire from a couple of Irolia's troopers was sent into the inmates, filling them up with holes.

Soon the last the inmates exiting the hole Darth Victress made, ended and it was yet again quiet around in the hanger. "status captain" called Irolia out to the captain of the squad, "Zero casualties my Lord" relayed the captain back as all the soldiers reformed at Irolia's position. "Good. Now we have no idea what we'll meet, once we start to head for the warden's office, expect heavy and aggressive resistance from inmates" explained Irolia and made a short hand gesture and sent her squad in the self-made hole in the wall and followed right after with turned off sabre. However, she had her quickdraw blaster pulled and expected Darth Victress to follow.

From room to room, they cleared by them, meeting only a couple of inmates looking for things worth taking, it seemed like the attack on them was from the new batch of inmates that started the riot.

Walking down in a more cautious formation, they began to near what seemed to be one of the mess halls and shouting began to grow in volume. "Parrot, fly ahead and get a feeling of what we're up against" whispered Irolia to her little droid who beeped back quietly as it flew off her shoulder and ahead of them. After a few minutes, returned the droid to its owner and landed on her shoulder, relaying the information.

"Okay, there are a lot of inmates gathered in the mess hall, Parrot counted at least thirty or fifty inmates, executing guards". She turned to Darth Victress, "I say we find another way around, too many in such a compact area, not enough room to move around." commented the Pantoran Sith and nodded at a door leading the opposite way. "It might be a detour, but we won't have to fight maybe fifty inmates" added Irolia as they stood by the corner guiding into the mess hall.

Irolia wouldn't be scared of fighting the inmates, but she also would like to do the mission as fast as she could and fighting an insane number of inmates in such a cramped space would clearly overwhelm Irolia and the others.

@Faded Truth

 

[Darth Victress]

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Darth Victress relished in the thrill of bloodshed, if one could see her face underneath the ebony helm, a wicked grin laced across the Sith Lord's lips. Body parts crumpled in light of her darkened weapon, the plasma edge of the Fallen blade easily separating torsos from limbs and vice versa. As the opposition thinned against them in the primary room, commotion slowly shifted to the adjacent halls as their soldiers advanced in front of the Dark Councilor's position. Force energies bubbled and distended in her left grasp, forcing her fingers to adapt a claw like formation to almost grip the darkness she seeded within her.

Darth Victress shifted her momentary attention upon the Crusader and for a moment it seemed as if she would heed the warning. However, an evil chuckle escaped seconds later as the councilor moved towards the Mess hall. "A Sith Lord always takes an opportunity to add more corpses to their toll.." She said, her monotone voice almost as if it harbored no emotion though only a fool would think otherwise. As they passed by the corner and stood at the entrance of the mess hall, it was evident that Irolia had been correct. Nearly thirty inmates slaughtering guards in close proximity, little chance to move and execute through them. But, that was never Darth Victress' objective. Their soldiers began opening fire into the pool of bodies, while Darth Victress herself hurled two thermal detonators guided with the force into the epicenter.

A spherical blast of flame erupted seconds later, its sound nearly suppressed by the volley of blaster fire but its radius of death could not be mistaken. It was at this time, that Darth Victress released the captured force energies in her left hand. Twisting and manipulating the force to her will, she unleashed force fire as it erupted from the detonators. Utilizing flames that existed meant that her attack was equally deadly yet not nearly as taxing as generating them from thin air. The flames seared in multiple different angles and ravaged through the flesh and clothing of all those caught in its wrath. Their opponents were forced into a small room, unable to escape the inferno's rage and for those that attempted, they were shot down by the soldiers that stood guard near the two Sith.

It was an unimaginable sight, Darth Victress continued the manipulation as her hand twisted in concert, commanding the flames to do her bidding. The screams and smells of burnt flesh were only the beginning.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

Listening to what Darth Victress said and then watch as she turned around the corner to enter the mess hall. Irolia's squad looked a bit surprised by Victress' move and was about to ask Irolia about orders when their blue-skinned boss just followed the Darth. There was a pause in all the inmates as if they hadn't expected the arrival before half of the entire room lit up in flames from Victress.

Standing with her arms crossed while Victress completely ingulfed all the inmates, looked Irolia at her men and nodded towards the inmates as an order to open fire. Not that it would make much difference as Darth Victress' force fire was hot enough to curse skin to boil and melt clothes to their skin. The screams were unbearably loud and while Victress took care of the inmates as a whole, the stranglers that managed to run screaming at the little strike team of Imperials and Sith got mowed down by Irolia and her Squad, keeping Victress from being overrun or taken by surprised.

After half an hour of mass disintegrating of fire, burning the inmates alive, eventually the screaming died off and a mix of burnt flesh and bloodied gore, splattered across the mess hall.

As soon as Victress stopped engulfing the other half of the mess hall, signalled Irolia her squad of men to search the burned inmates for any possible survivors, however impossible, it would be best to be better safe than sorry. As the men gradually walked among the dead, looked Irolia to Victress with a small smirk of impressiveness, "gotta hand it to you Darth Victress, that may have saved us unknowingly a lot of hours of detouring this blasted station" commented the blue-skinned Sith and looked over to the captain of the squad, "captain, form on us" stated Irolia and headed with Victress for the exit that would lead them to the security elevator that would take them to the upper levels and close to the wardens office.

Exiting the mess hall again, but from the other side, they now stood in a long hall, split by a cross, one shrouded in darkness, while the other one also extremely dark, except for the red service light in the ceiling. "According to the map of the station, it's down the pitch-black corridor" explained the captain of the squad and pointed in the direction of the corridor that had no light.

Igniting her lightsaber, she began to walk down the corridor, using the red beam as a light sconce as the continued down the corridor. It didn't take long for them to find the elevator, but it seemed out of order. "Typical" commented Irolia annoyed.

@Faded Truth

 

[Darth Victress]

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Darth Victress relinquished the fires from her fingertips as the stench of burnt flesh radiated through the room. Smoke and ash superimposed on smoldering skin, bones brittle and charred as they became visible from the damage caused by the dark councilor's vicious attack. She chuckled lightly at the Crusader's simple complement. "A worthy justification, though I simply did it for pure enjoyment.." She said, her voice surprisingly monotone as it reflected a hint of her emotional state. Shifting attention, Darth Victress advanced into the corridor with the armed soldiers and Irolia in tow; golden eyes scanning through the darkness with only the crimson light of her blades as guidance. As the elevator is out of commission, a scurrying of footsteps could be heard thundering upstairs, signaling to the Sith crew that their likely intended target is making a run for himself.

Darth Victress with a snarl, reached forwards with her left hand and curled it into a fist before smashing it against her own chest. The gesture reflected an adjusted force attack, ripping the beams and dry wall off the cieling and exposing the insulation and piping. Destablishing the cieling itself, the thundering steps were too much weight and the Sith would watch as several soldiers crashed through the top and onto their own level. One such man, wore a distinguishing uniform, likely more than just a guard. "Warden Krenz...we've been expecting you.." Darth Victress said, readying her fallen blade into a defensive angle as she stalked closer to her prey.

@Raven_41

 

[Irolia Shen]

Irolia gotta hand it to Darth Victress, she was effective at what she did, when she put her mind to an objective. Watching Darth Victress completely ripping the ceiling apart and then with such luck, seeing the warden tumble down before them. The Pantoran Sith smirked, "So gracious of you to join us, Warden Krenz." said Irolia and walked over to where the Warden laid. The man looked completely unharmed, however, distraught was painted all over his face and he was rather close to panic. The men that was with him looked like standard Imperial prison guards and didn't really have more than some low-powered blasters from the armoury.

"S-Sith?! Oh, thank god you're here, t-the prisoners! They have taken it over!" Stuttered the Warden as he got up on his feet again along with his men. "Is it now?" Asked Irolia with a raised eyebrow and did notice Darth Victress eye the Warden with her predatorial mindset. However, Irolia wanted to try something else first, before they just slaughtered them.

"Y-yes, we got to hurry to the hanger and get out of here!" Said Warden Krenz and started to move passed Irolia, but was stopped when the Pantorian's squad aimed their guns at him and his guards. The Warden turned around and looked at first confused, but then realized that he was denied leaving. Irolia turned around, "Give me the key to the Riot Crowd Control Droids and I'll you be free from this chaos" explained Irolia and opened her palm for the Warden to place the key in her hand.

"No, no time! I have to hold on to it, or it'll land in the wrong hands!" Stated Warden Krenz and placed his hand on his front pocket on the uniform. "Wrong answer" replied Irolia nonchalant as she walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder and stabbed her blade through his stomach. The hallway lit up as Irolia's men blasted the poor prison guards before they could react.

Irolia took the keycard from the Warden and extinguished her lightsaber, watching the Warden crumble, looking back up at Irolia with a horrific face. "T-traitor!" coughed Warden Krenz as blood began to be coughed up. He looked to Darth Victress, "you! A-as a ~argh~ as an Imperial official, I order you to kill this alien!" Ordered the Warden. It was clear that he hadn't been back in Imperial space for a very long time as this station is placed outside of territorial space within the Sith Empire.

Just as the man was about to order another order to Darth Victress he felt his windpipe close and close he was lifted up in the air. Irolia had reached out with the force, quickly choking him to death, but really spending much time on pleasure at the likes of these. She wanted to finish this mission and be done with this place.

Looking at the body of the Warden with a very nonchalant expression, she finally smiled a bit, before turning to Darth Victress, "let's go" and with these words, she turned towards the hole in the ceiling and jumped through it. Her men used each other for boost and finally they all were in the upper level where their target location was. Again, the hallway was littered with bodies all died more horrific than the other. Blood splattered across the wall, flailed guards like in the hangar and prisoners blasted to pieces.

Moving down the final corridor, they would soon hit the end with a large door at the very end that would lead them into the Riot Crowd Control for the droids. Unfortunately, they were met with a lot of prisoners dressed in guard outfit, lighting up the hallway with blaster bolts. The prisoners used the side doors as a cover on both sides of the hallway.

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