Boomshockalocka: Eradicating Mutinous Scum

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san had overseen the newest batch of conscripts' first few days of training on the icy planet of Ziost. The crew had performed well, and thus was given additional leave in lieu of their performance. While en route from Ziost, to Ord Radama, a charismatic voice within the ranks of the new recruits caught the eye, but not the ear of some of Q'san's higher ups. A young Kiffar male, by the name of Hanmak Gorto had been going around to the fresh recruits, and handing them pamphlets. Thinking it was just some religious organization trying to give solace to the soldiers, the officers ignored it, until Q'san confiscated a box of contraband from a particular recruit, who would then be taken in after finding out they were subtly written propagandized messages against the Old Empire. No names were given, only the notorious symbol of the insolent rebellion that nipped at the Emperor's heels.

Q'san had been given full disclosure to begin an investigation, while they were on the ship, even going so far as change the jump location to a spot five days longer than the best possible jump to their destination, and managed to find nine men and women willing to testify against those who were passing out the pamphlets, in secret, but before the change over of night watch was over, those influenced by the rebellion had mobilized. Of the thirty five passengers and crew of the transport craft, nine of them remained loyal -*-, not including Q'san Torobah, a Sith CQC Specialist of the Imperial Navy. He carried the SGB-1 Scatterblaster, after growing fond of the Stun Scatter blaster, he sought something with more lethal stopping power, that felt the same in close-quarters. He also had brought his repeater, but it at the time was broken down into a case, as it had been used on Ziost to educate the whelps there about the importance of coverfire. It could potentially be accessed by one of the acolytes, or Tres, if it so chose.

Two Sith Acolytes accompanied him, having been brought along to ensure the training went along smoothly, and also played a large roll in tracking the early signs of potential rioteers. Timing was just off, but Q'san had organized a 'focus group' for a double training shift, and ordered his allies Luka Ragnos (@Faded Truth) and Osk Torlaug (@Kayenta Moenkopi), as well as a Goliath Droid known as Tres (@Narsi), as well as nine rookie solders loyal to the cause, caught out of their armor, and armed with standard issue weapon, and two of which being pilots currently being held hostage by the Rebels. His focus group had slept over, in their area in the cargo bay where they trained, and kept the unit together, pre-emptively during the state of emergency. While most slept, Q'san sat and watched the door, Scatterblaster at the ready, when everything shifted, as there was a big change in the overall direction of the ship. Q'san that that meant they'd overtaken their pilots, and made them prisoners.

"Sarge, why didn't brass move on the traitor's sooner?" one of the new recruits asked. He was a young Cathar, loyal to a T to the empire.

"It was a final test of your comrade's resolve and loyalty. Though nine of you, not including me, or the two Sith Acolytes and Tres, the rest of your platoon wouldn't out the traitors. We've been ordered to keep them alive as much as possible, because they plan to decimate this platoon, for mutiny, and make it an example of it to the rest, and the Old Empire," Q'san said, "so suffice it to say, we need as many of those kriffhounds alive so we don't draw the short sticks, because a decimation is indiscriminate, anyone on this ship is fair game, and ten percent of this platoon are dead men walking. We don't know who, yet, though," Q'san said, as he checked his weapons. "We need to get ready to move, they're already changing course to Void knows where," he said and got up, standing close to the door.

"Decimate? What's that mean?" one of the youngbloods said, shaking about from the anxiety of the situation.

"Removal of a tenth. Ten percent of this platoon will be selected, at the draw of the shortest sticks to be forcibly beaten to death by the rest of us to serve as an example to the rest of the battalion. So like I said, pray to the Force, we all make it out of here alive. Less of a chance to bet chosen, if all the perpetrators are alive, so of the thirty of us that were on the ship, excluding the first prick we found, three of the people in this platoon will be publicly executed. So, I say this with purpose: Limit your killshots."

The Cathar gulped. "Brutal." was all he could say, as he loaded his own stun pistol and scattergun. The other eight new soldiers fidgeted uncomfortably in their positions after Q'san said his piece. He would then turn to the two Sith, for their input and analysis on the situation.

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[Osk Torlaug]

Training mission, he had said, the woman internally fumed as she scratched at her calf with the tip of a knife just inside the cuff of her knee boots. Sitting in the cargo bay propped up against a crate, her eyes traveled to those of Luka Ragnos. Mostly all she could sense from him was ambition and the need to put these traitors in their place. She could relate, one of the little snot noses had actually tried to present her with one of the pamphlets but she hadn’t bothered to read it, crumpling the thing into a wad and throwing it back in his face with a quip about not being interested in the love letter of some grunt who was hot for teacher. That might have been a bit precipitous of her, now that she found herself trapped in the kriffen cargo hold.

The sound of the young Cathar’s voice drew her focus over toward the door where Q’san kept watch. His words were not fine with her, she had never been a fan of blanket punishments. Oh it could be an effective lesson, but more often than not the culprits got away and never learned their lessons while those who had been loyal would feel the hand of his troop wielding the cane. She was no school master to mete out a whipping on some child. Were it up to her, she would kill them all and be done with this nonsense. For kriffen sure she was not dishing out a beating on anyone, let alone submitting to one herself. Just let anyone try.

She turned her head keeping her mouth shut and considered the battle droid taking up a goodly portion of the cargo bay. All she knew was that this was not his first mission, as he had been in service a lot longer than herself, and that he wouldn’t answer to commands unless you called him by name; Tres. Whatever gets the job done, she thought. Climbing to her feet she meandered over to the door and addressed Q’san. ”So just how long are we gonna hide down here anyway?”, her tone of voice was challenging, she was bored to death and seriously should have known better to go on a training mission.

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[Darth Victress]

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It was funny that the other acolytes were waiting on Luka Ragnos, unfortunately, the pureblood Sith had devoured a stale chicken sandwich on their journey from Korriban and was currently occupied in the toilet, foul stench of diarrhea and sounds of flatulence radiating from the washroom.

Fortunately as always, there was a more sinister alternative that had arrived. Necromantic chill of death swept through the hangar as the temperature suddenly dropped and lights momentarily flickered, dimming to wash the chamber in an unnatural shadow of darkness. "Sith do not hide.." Came the words, harshly and with a serious undertone as the cloaked figure of the infamous Crusader was now visible. She was dressed in her Marauder armor, an ebony mask covering her face and rendering her an awe-inspiring sight. Following her were four heavily armored Sith Troopers, complete with vibroswords and Javelin light repeaters. The sorceress approached the group and turned towards the Imperial agent apparently in command, single armored finger gently stroked his chest and carved its way up to his chin seductively. Head tilting into an arrogant angle as she spoke, "What is your plan of action...Agent Torobah?"

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[XT03]

Tres had been in sleep mode for the entirety of the time, effectively safe-moding the wait away. It had no cause to worry whatsoever, its internal database assured it of its own worth and exemption from this decimation. It wasn't even a part of this platoon, a constantly rotating asset, and was incapable of any treasonous acts. Tres had its inner laws, one of which ensured loyalty to the Old Empire. And while the droid possessed a great deal of latitude in its choices and options, they were all ultimately centered towards this goal. When the wait had started, Tres had quickly realized it would be better to be at a one hundred percent capacity for the coming battle, rather than potentially waste its power supply doing nothing.

Besides, the agent designated as Qsan was there on watch duty. Tres had Qsan logged as a helpful and nice organic in its databanks from their past encounter. There was a decidedly low probability that enemies would get past him, and everyone else, before Tres could reboot. Its standby sensors registering the Crusader's arrival into the room, Tred did indeed reboot, finally whirring to life after hours of being a statue. Pulling itself free of the wall plug-ins, the Goliath swept the room with its mechanical gaze, ensuring that everything was in order and every presence was designated as non-hostile. Its gaze shuddered briefly upon witnessing the strange phenomenon the room was undergoing, but quickly filed them away in the "illogical Sith" folder.

Once the droid was assured it wouldn't need to be shooting anyone, not right away at least, it approached the others. Stepping over to loom over them like the hulking tank it was, it watched the Crusader approach and speak to the lower ranked Agent. Its head, and subsequent upper body, tilted as it watched her actions, several error messages popping on its inner HUD. These actions didn't match its recorded past data and encounters for Sith, nor did it fulfill any mission parameters. Then why? The droid piped up before the agent could respond, its full volume mechanized voice shattering the silence. "ARE YOU TWO ENGAGING IN ORGANIC COURTSHIP RITUALS? SO AS TO LATER PROCEATE AND MAKE WEIRD NOISES SUCH AS WAS PREVIOUSLY RECORDED BY THIS UNIT?" The droid pulled up a sound byte recording, playing it through its speakers for all to hear. Instantly, a cacophony of moans and grunts filled the air, with heavy breathing parsed in between. People really needed to learn that safe mode didn't mean offline.

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[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san looked over to the Acolyte, and then to Lady Crusader Marris, who, with her dark allure, made butter out of a man made of iron. Something about a woman that could make your durasteel plated armor count for cotton made a man like Q'san go crazy. It was as alluring as it was intimidating, and it did not technically count as fraternizing with superiors. A moment of mildly awkward silence passed as Q'san prepared the words mentally, as Arianna approached him, and caressed his armor, and at that moment, Tres made his entrance only Tres was capable of. As the room filled with a cacophony of moans and groans, Q'san's eyes as his mouth dropped agate, "TRES, CEASE TRANSMISSION!!!" he barke

Although the speakers were set too high for Tres to hear correctly, the closest command Tres would hear, would be something to the effect of,(*) "LOOP TRANSMISSION!!!" and thus, the thirty some-odd second soundbyte would begin to loop, and the moment they left their cabin, they would be heard by most if not all the traitorous bastards, so any option of stealth went out the window, and into a black-hole.

"Ahh, frakkit, open the cabin door!" he barked, "get behind cover, we'll lure them to us, a few at a time," Q'san says, before the majority force, (15) of the mutineers were sent to deal with the perceived adulterers - or perhaps to join in on the action, but were surprised to see the gleam of an IAF Bipedal Tank meet them just within the door, and while it didn't fire, Q'san, from his position, now behind a sturdy crate, fired a single bolt out of the door, whizzing past the two mutineers' heads, forcing them, and the three behind them behind cover.

"Remember what I taught you all about using chokepoints?! That applies here!" he shouted back to the nine recruits, as fire was exchanged through the doorway.

@Faded Truth @Narsi @Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[Osk Torlaug]

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Osk had been quick to spot the change that came over Q’san as he gazed at Arianna and apparently she was not the only one, her head spinning round to Tres wondering where the kriff he had gotten the sounds bytes from. She was quick to answer Tres and said, ”Yes. This is exactly what it means.” It was about the most hilarious thing she had ever experienced, the concept of the huge battle droid having curiosity over the mating rituals of humans was a new concept in her book.

Flicking the setting on her DH-7 blaster to medium stun, She stepped out around Tres left leg to fire at one of the traitors attracted by the sound track. Q’san’s rapid shot had caused the cowards to fall back. Osk figured to try and ricochet her shots off the wall and into a man who had ducked down behind a hover cart. Pulling the trigger her aim was totally blown as she heard the sound track ”OH OSK GIVE IT TO ME <YES <YES <YES!!”

An infuriated Kiffar whirled round, her shot going off inside the cargo hold and she was half a mind to fire the next one into their crew on purpose. ”Alright, who’s the dead man with the over active imagination?”, she yelled panning her blaster at a man who seemed on the verge of laughter. So she shot him. Since the Empire was so hep on making examples of people she’d start with him. The rest of the crew just looked at her incredulously but they sure shut up quick enough. Recruit Green wet his pants as he fell stunned to the floor and she smirked. ”Yeah that’s about right.” So that was a thing, down one man due to friendly fire. If it got the message across, well so be it.

@Faded Truth @Narsi @Gian Greydragon

 

[Darth Victress]

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Arianna smirked and slowly withdrew her touch on Q'san as the Droid began playback of some apparent steamy encounter between Osk and the Imperial agent. She chuckled, and was somewhat proud of the young acolyte for satisfying her needs even in the heat of battle. As combat ensued, she commanded her heavy troopers to begin assistance immediately as they found sources of scattered cover and retaliated with their repeater fire. The sorceress however took a step back and opened her right hand; a casting of dark energies swirled and manifested into an earthly glow, taking the shape and form of a void black spear resonating with green fire. A look of death cast on her face as she switched to an overhand grip on the spear before hurling it viciously out of the hangar door. A single application of force push was applied to the throw and guided by her own dark sided abilities, as the weapon whistled through the air and carefully decapitated the Mutineer captain that was seemingly leading this excursion.

Blood spurted from the wound as his headless corpse crumpled to its knees before slamming into the terrain. Soldiers stood around in shock and awe as their leader was instantaneously slaughtered in front of them, none of them able to stop such discretion. A reflection of true imperial might as the Crusader's red lightsaber hissed to life in her right fist and she began approaching the outside. Two mutineers fired upon her but a quick and effortless twirl of her blade in a clockwise motion caught both bolts in their anticipated trajectory and sent them sailing back towards their casters. The bolts would clash into unarmored torsos, burning through flesh and allowing them to heroically join their leader in the afterlife.

She continued her maniacal laughter while her four heavy troopers were unforgiving in their assault.

@Gian Greydragon @Narsi @Kayenta Moenkopi

 

[XT03]

It took Tres several moments to puzzle out what the Agent had yelled out. The surrounding noises were simply too loud and overpowering compared to the organic's voice and his shout had gotten mangled. Eventually however, the Goliath had managed to pierce together what had likely been said with very high probability. Loop transmission, because its earlier deduction had been correct. Yes, it all computed out perfectly! Tres did as asked, shouting "AFFIRMATIVE" as it put the sound byte on a looping subroutine.

The huge droid then turned its gaze towards the new threat, the crowd of defector labeled troops it had been tasked with eliminating. It allies had already done so, and with great effect according to its sensors. Some of the traitors had already been eliminated, Tres's keen mechanical eye capturing each fatality. Well, it hadn't been activated to do nothing, and the Goliath stepped up with the others to point its arm weapon at the enemy. Its inner cursor quickly isolated out two targets, pulling the trigger to loose two bolts at them. It had....mixed success.

Oh, the first bolt flew true, ending the life of one of the attackers rather flawlessly. The second however, the man who fell victim to it managed to get a few last shots off. One of them slammed in the droids chest, and while its armor absorbed the bolt...it still apparently damaged something. Suddenly, independent of the droids control, it found its internal volume regulator turning to the max setting. The sounds of organic intercourse grew steadily louder, even as Tres tried and failed to stop it. Before long it was blasting at the max and blotting out even the sounds of blaster fire, literally straining Tres's speakers as they tried to keep it up. The damage, whatever it was, wasn't going away either. Oh well, this was an acceptable development for the moment the droid calculated, it HAD been told to keep it on loop.

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san maintained fire into a measure of cover fire from his position, most of the shots having not met any targets' with much of a success, in the heat of battle, despite the close range. Taking a two direct hits in his support shoulder and forearm, from a light repeater, he recoiled behind cover, only to get peppered again with a light bolt from a repeater in the back, doing a good deal of damage to his armor in several places, though luckily he'd been able to clip one of the mutineers, and force him back behind cover.

Q'san's scatterblaster ran out of ammunition with that forth bolt, and thus, he had to return to cover, quickly spending the spmet Power cell, letting it drop to the ground, like a hot ember from the loading mechanism, before locking and loading and firing two more from behind cover, which missed the traitors, allowing them to get a few shots in on two of their (NPC) allies killing one with a headshot, and wounding another on their lower, unarmored hip

"Kark, I'm hit!" the soldier exclaimed, as he fell behind cover. There wasn't much that could be done in an exchange this close, and he would have to remain under cover, until they cleared out the remaining eleven living, and uninjured traitors, compared to their 13 true Imperials, including the one who was knocked unconscious by Osk in a fit of anger. Five more mutineers remained in the cockpit, as they threatened the pilot at gun point to begin hyperspace calculations.

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[Darth Victress]

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Arianna continued her rampage as she stalked through the grounds with her crimson saber in hand. The platoon of heavy Sith troopers would be handling a majority of the opposition as bolts flew in both directions. Seeking refuge underneath several empty crates, she recognized the shuttle a short distance from her current position. A snarl evident on her facial features, she realized that she would have to stop the remaining five mutineers from escaping if they were to be successful in their endeavor. She turned and saw the corpse of the Mutineer captain with her spear dangling nearby.

A sinister smirk on her face as she extended the left palm out to draw the weapon back into her grasp. Standing to her full height, she hurled the spear once more with an application of force push to augment its velocity. The black shear of death as it whistled through the air, crashing through the window and stabbing right into the gut of the mutineer at pilot's seat. With their apparent gateway method now eliminated, she continued her track towards them.

@Gian Greydragon @Narsi

 

[Qsan Torobah]

Q'san burst forward with his wrist blades engaged, and pistol drawn in his left hand, catching up with the Sith Lord and bounding forward with his jump boots, and thrusting his blades at one rebel, who dipped left, and struck him with the butt of his rifle, which knocked the aim off of the next man, and jarred his jaw a good bit, before the Second Mutineer fired and grazed his shoulder plate. Moving fairly quickly to be in heavy armor, he placed himself behind the First Mutineer and kept him between him and the Second. Throwing a hail of punches, each zapping the lightly armored traitor, Q'san finished him by gripping his lapel and hurling him over his hip, at the second, but not before taking a hit to the thigh at close range, but he was quickly thrown off balance.

Re-Engaging his wrist blades, he lunged forward, and jammed the blades through their lower abdomens, finishing them off, and allowing him to move forward with Victress. Q'san provided covering fire from her right flank while the rest followed closely behind him, in tandem with her own troops, as they mowed down the enemy, only losing one man, while killing or subduing eight more men, whil the only two left surrendered, before they even grabbed their rifles. Q'san beat them both into submission before having others tie them up, along with any others with non-fatal wounds. They would be sent to disciplinary court and likely sentenced to decimation. Q'san sliced the binds of their pilot and sent him to his bunk, to sleep off his beating until they made it back to the desert world of Korriban.

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