Lockdown

[Weechee]

Imperial Mission

Lockdown​

With forces on the ground sabotaging the city's powersupply, a second group of Sith have been dispatched to make sure that the world's primary spaceport is taken and held fully under Imperial command.

The group have landed in the spaceport aboard an unassuming commercial transport. Once they disembark they must move quickly. Their commander has outlined their mission goals. They are to sweep through the spaceport to claim control of the defenses and administrative areas. Once those goals are completed they must lockdown the port, no traffic in or out until the entire operation is complete.

There is to be no concern for civilian life or beings that might present a problem. The mission goals are paramount and the team has been given the green light to use whatever they feel necessary to achieve success.

@Narsi + @Kayenta Moenkopi + @Lazy Swordsman

Spoiler: OOC

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[Doz Noth]

Land, Kill, Capture, Lock it down. The instructions couldn’t have been more simple. The intel however was comprehensive laying out the terrain with great detail, their route over which to storm through the spaceport, location of the key defenses, and a big red circle round the administrative center. Above all they had to be able to hold the port until the dominance over Null was complete.

Doz unfastened her harness once the commercial transport touched down. The vessel hadn’t tripped any suspicions mind in the control center and permission to land had been given as a matter of routine. Intel was not the only advantage but resources…

Her eyes went to that of her partner, there was no need to rush off the ship blasters blaring just yet. Tarsus exuded confidence with his usual ease which only served to bolster her own. It was her other partner for this vital mission that concerned her. She had never worked with an IAF Goliath Bipedal Tank Droid before. Naturally the brief for the mission had included files on each of them, and she had read the notations about the XT03’s operating quirks. For one he would only respond to the name Tres. Another was his tendency to brush off those of lower rank. Well that was not something she had to endure.

Looking to Tarsus, it only made sense to her that he should lead this operation. ”Any last orders before we head out?”, she asked rising from her seat to grab her gear and prepare for embarkation.

@Lazy Swordsman
@Narsi

 

[XT03]

Unit Tres stood up as the ship touched down, effortlessly pulling free from the cargo straps securing it down. It sensors said they had arrived, and so it was time to get on with it. Tres ran a quick systems check for any abnormalities as the ramp lowered, a final test before combat. Everything checked out, its files were uncorrupted and functionality was at 100%. Its huge head tilted downwards to check the condition of its additional weapons holster as well, finding everything in its last recorded state. The huge droid stepped forward, briefly scanning the other occupants of the ship.

Acolyte Noth, Zabrak, equal rank and additional mission asset. Acolyte Drast, human, equal rank and additional mission asset. Both registered as Sith and thus designated as assets to protect per protocol. Each one also matched their file images and thus was deemed to be the actual product and not imposter infiltrators. It also made another adjustment to its logic parameters, to filter out potential short circuits upon witness of abnormal breaking of physical laws. Tres had faced error messages in the past during its testing phase whilst viewing Sith actions and had since had to shut down some processes when around them.

It next ran the mission briefing, accessing the records it had been given upon dismemberment. Attack and take control of the worlds primary spaceport, through any means necessary. Understood, Tres turned off the civility safety protocols it was forced to use within Sith space. It also uploaded the spaceport schematics to its internal HUD, so as to quickly navigate the environment. Its checklist done, the Goliath droid turned to head down the ramp. Nobody outranked it here, thus it would commence with the mission with maximum efficiency.
@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

The ship shuddered beneath him as it came in for a landing. The mission debriefing had been exceptionally straight forward. As part of a wider offensive against the World of Null, to secure it in the name of the True Empire, they were to land at the planet’s primary spaceport. The port was to be secured and the defences where to be destroyed so that only those authorised by the Empire could leave the planet. Meanwhile another group had already been sent to take out a critical power reactor. A third group would soon be dispatched to lock down the commercial regions of the City. The Government’s building, possibly the single most important assignment, would be the last piece to be seized by Old Empire forces.

After that was all done the Sith would be sent to deal with the Governor, a member of the feeble Sith Order that served Emperor Elix. Frankly it shouldn’t be difficult if the right people had been assigned.

In many ways it felt like his assignment was the least critical. Tarsus was a little offended if he was honest. He really needed to hurry up and get a promotion so that he’d start getting some more choice assignments.

The ship give one more shudder and thud as it touched down. It was a plain looking vessel and shouldn’t have drawn any attention. Unfastening his harness Tarsus picked up his helmet from the empty seat next to him and locked in into place over his head. Glancing at his companions he immediately dismissed the machine. It’s existence was meaningless, a mere tool and weapon of the Empire, a mechanical terror it may be but it paled in comparison to the power of the Dark Side. It would fulfil it’s duty. The second he nodded to, he appreciated having Doz here. It was rare that one could fully trust another Sith but she had earned such consideration from him.

Dressed in his battle armour the Sith unclipped his lightsaber from his belt and strode towards the ramp. The droid XT03 had already disembarked. Tarsus paused momentarily to glance at the Zabrak. “Sure. If you find yourself under fire use the machine as a shield.”

With that he left himself and followed in the Goliath’s wake content to let the huge bipedal tank clear the way. The robot could be replaced in the mere moments it took to place another order with Assault Combat Machines and however long it took them to pump out another unit of the battle droids. It was far harder to track down a potent Force Sensitive and even harder to train a Sith to completion. It was simply logical.

 

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[Doz Noth]

Nodded her head and smiled, ”Might I give you the same advice?”. She smirked taking her lightsaber into hand and exited the shuttle. She had seen him throw himself into the thick of battle and while it was true he had the skill to back up such rashness, stupid shit happened when you got too far afield from your team mates. Secured to the belt round her Armour was her DH-7 Pistol. While Tarsus moved out behind Tres, she moved off to the Drast's flank leaving the droid to take point.

The initial guards encountered were mown through like so much hay. Taken unawares from an attack on the inside they comprised low level dock workers and customs officers more concerned with checking a freight manifesto and taking bribes than training for a rain of death. That is precisely what they had come here to do.

Her eyes were seeking out main defenses to target and it would be from that direction the real ground resistance would come. Sweeping their way through the spaceport she saw a detail of 10 armed guards spilling out of a guard tower. Upon the tower were the cannons that were directed at the sky for aerial defense.

The guards were brave, she’d give them that, running at a Goliath and two Sith, poor fools. She fired off a blast at the lead guard but it went way off the mark. However this man was a dead eye and his return fire clipped the gun right from her hand. Well she could freak out about how close a call it was that she nearly lost a hand later. However the loss of her blaster was going to cost her and she would have to pick one up from the dead eventually. It was just a good thing she was wearing her dueling gloves or she would have gotten a burn anyway.

For now she was too busy defending to stress over what a shit shot she was today; igniting her lightsaber, a blade of light extending from each end of the hilt, she wielded the blade deflecting the blasts as the distance between her and the detail of guards decreased.

@Narsi
@Lazy Swordsman

 

[XT03]

Tres did indeed take point, barreling into the crowds of initial security like a tank. Several people were trampled underfoot, others smashed aside by its heavy mechanical limbs. Those that remained were picked off with precision shots from its left arm. Overall, the first stage of the plan was a complete success, and before long Tres wasn't registering any more combatants in its scopes. The other assets were fine as well, its scanners unable to detect any sign of injury upon them. That done, the Goliath droid turned its gaze upon the target defenses, looking for the real resistance forces. According to its files, these first victims were only preliminary, unequipped and unready for attack. They were correspondingly low on the threat meter for the mission.

Right on cue, the real guards responded, 10 of them sweeping in from a guard tower. Tres registered the threat immediately, turning towards them to enact their extermination. Ten potential targets, all armed and incoming. Accordingly, Tres focused on the ones on front, raising its arm cannon to take aim. Its scout HUD zoomed in, digitally marking two of them as it fired twice. The first was dropped as it tried to return fire, the blaster bolt nailing him in the chest. Unfortunately, the returning shot flew true, banging into Tres's chest plate. Its armor protected it from any harm, but the impact threw the droids aim off. Thus, its second shot was knocked off course, narrowly missing its target. Said target proceeded to blast another piece of armor, this time on its right lower arm.

The impact made Tres pause to glance down at the offended limb, scanning it briefly. It flexed its servos momentarily, ensuring it retained full functionality in the mechanical hand, then glanced back to the group of guards. Nine targets remaining, and they were displaying a capacity for the organic emotion of fear now. Had it been the realization of what they faced, or maybe the downing of one of their number? Either way, the group was no longer rushing over at the same speed.

@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

Tarsus moved behind the droid, if anyone shot at him they’d have to get past a walking tank before he’d get hit. The Drast sensed the enemies before he saw them. Doz reacted first as she stepped out and brought her gun to bear but before she could take out anyone she lost her gun. That was unfortunate to say the least. He himself preferred not to have to use a gun unless there was no other choice. As XT03 moved off to fire at the enemy it also seemed to have less than stellar luck. The machine appeared to sustain considerable damage but it could be repaired as needed. He was far more concerned about himself and his Zabrak companion.

As the group spread out, the fire from the 10 guards causing them to break apart and move at different paces as they tried to continue their advance. Tarsus move diagonally towards a series of large durasteel cargo crates with the mind of taking cover. Unfortunately he drew the attention of a few of the guards. A series of laser bolts cut through the air towards his direction and Tarsus ignited the crimson blade sweeping it through the air in an attempt to defend himself. The first deflection sent a laser bolt straight into the chest of a guard atop the watchtower. The second he deflected but the lightsaber knocked it too high for it to be of any threat to their attackers. The third however he didn’t block, didn’t even notice, and it slammed into his right forearm. His armour smoked from the impact and despite its protection Tarsus still hissed as pain shot through his cybernetic limb.

Reaching the huge cargo container the man put his back to it and withdrew his small blaster. Ducking out he fired the blaster in the direction of the closet guard but the weapon let out a loud screeching noise and then… nothing. Tarsus cursed and went back into cover as she stashed the weapon back into its holster. Useless piece of shit. He’d be having ‘words’ with the man who sold it to him as soon as he got back from this assignment.

Activating his comms he spoke to the team. “Doz get into cover you’re useless until they get into melee range.” he stated, his mind seemingly incapable of making the connection that Tarsus too was limited in that regard. “XT03...” he trailed off, he might not consider droids worth thinking about but he had read the briefing which included the details about the seriously flawed IAF Goliath Bipedal Tank. Sighing with irritation he opened the comm-line again. “Tres you are capable of taking more blasts that the rest of us. If you can retreat and draw the guards down towards the open ground then Acolyte Noth and I can flank them and get into range with our lightsabers.”

The idea was pretty simple. The spaceport was littered with cargo containers, other shuttle crafts and many other things that could serve as makeshift cover. If the huge battle droid could get as many guards as possible to come down towards them then it should be easy enough for Tarsus and his partner to sneak around and get in amongst them with their lightsabers. At such close range they would have no chance against the power of the Sith.

@Kayenta Moenkopi

Spoiler

Tracker
Damage Taken: Slight injury to right forearm and armour over that spot is ruined.
Guards Remaining: 8 out of 10

 

[Doz Noth]

DC​

Blaster fire whizzed past her head right on the heels of Tarsus’ words about getting to cover. Typical of him to say nothing of the blast he just took, but she refrained from saying a word about that. ”Copy that. Pressing forward.”, she sent back over the comm, which wasn’t exactly what he’d told her to do. She could see the guard scattering as it sank in just how outmatched they were, blaster fire plinging off man and machine alike as though it were nothing… she could taste the fear in the air and opened herself up to the dark force savoring its subtleties.

It was the opportune moment for her to move forward and picking out a series of cargo crates up ahead, she darted out from behind Tres for this advanced placement on the open spaceport. One guard caught the motion and easily tracked her with his blaster fire, a bit trigger happy. It was a waste and if the fear caught hold and others reacted similarly she could well imagine them depleting their power packs before actually engaging them at close range.

Her saber held in her right hand, she thrust it forward to defect the first of his blasts to come even close to the Zabrak. His blaster bolt ricocheted back through his neck, apparently with a bit more ‘oomph’ due to her holding onto the dark force, and winged the man behind him. The first man fell dead to the ground while the second would fall, his screams of pain were only slightly less shameful than the way he squirmed around on the ground in agony.

Fear was a powerful thing, however, and it was going to take him a while to realize he wasn’t going to lose his arm let alone die. Yet…

Attracted to her position from his fallen comrades, a third guard opened fire in her direction. Her steps carried her into the path of his bolts as the shooter aiming his blasts in a leading manner ahead of her; the destination of cover she had chosen being obvious enough to anticipate. Bringing her left hand to join the other upon the hilt, she cupped the hit and swung it upward to bring the other end into play. The blast was deflected into the man’s chest to lie amid the ruin of his comrades.

By the time she had reached the big metal cargo crates to take cover, a fourth guard nearly got the drop on her. Having decided to clear out, the guard had made the mistake of choosing the same crates to shelter behind as Doz. They stared at each other in shock for a moment before she brought her light saber around and cut off his blaster wielding hand. Panic or just blood and guts boldness in the heat of battle, the man actually managed to throw a punch at her face and struck home. She stumbled and fell over the man’s hand, still clutching his blaster, letting her saber go out lest she become impaled upon her own saber. The man pounced upon her and it was not much of a tussle though. A quick punch to the throat with the hilt of her saber crushed his wind pipe leaving him gasping as she shoved him off her.

Grabbing up his blaster she grinned at the stroke of luck but when she fired nothing happened. It must have been damaged. No matter, he could choke to death for she had wasted enough time on the fool.

@Nasri
@Lazy Swordsman

Spoiler

6/10 guards + 1 wounded

 

[XT03]

If Tres could've scowled, it would've when the blaster bolts pinged into it. Though it hadn't been actually damaged yet, its combat capabilities were being steadily reduced as its armor was depleted. Unfortunately it couldn't, so it settled for the next best thing, realigning its inner cursor with a guards head. Its left arm raised up with it and then fired off a flurry of blasts. They ripped right through the guard in question, reducing their number once again. The sudden violent end had the helpful side effect of discouraging the other guards from firing upon the hulking droid. That was when the Goliath droid registered the comm commands from the Sith acolyte.

Tres preformed some momentary calculations on the situation, evaluating the orders for what they were. It was true the Sith assets were noted as being more effective in close ranged combat. Providing the means to do so would indeed increase their odds of victory substantially. Tres had yet to fully exhaust its armor capabilities as well and was most suited for drawing enemy fire. It came to a decision a moment later and broadcasted its response, a simple "AFFIRMATIVE" blaring through the channels at maximum volume. Tres hadn't yet learned how to properly modulate the volume frequency on its integrated commlink systems unfortunately.

That done, the huge droid went about following the order. Its huge bulk turned and it started to retreat, thundering footsteps taking it back the way they'd came. Surprisingly, the tactic worked, as the remaining guards took up a ragged cheer and started to chase after the fleeing droid. They even followed with a few blaster shots, one of which ripped off chunk of armor on the droids back. Tres had done its job however, and pulled them out into the open and near the Sith acolytes. Accordingly the droid spun, unleashing another wild spray of bolts that made the guards hold up for a moment.
@Lazy Swordsman

 

[Tarsus Drast]

He sighed irritably when Doz charged forward at the guards but luckily the fools where stupid enough to come into range. Ironically it was Tres, the one he had less faith in, who did exactly as he had instructed. Breathing a thankful sigh he took position behind one of the cargo containers to remain out of the sigh. The huge droid fell back which succeeding in drawing the guards closer before spinning around to open fire to hold them up. Tarsus glanced out at them. It appeared that there were six of them still fighting strong after Doz’s assault with one too wounded to do anything useful.

Stepping out he began to sneak around but the guards where unusually alert. Perhaps they were simply paranoid after the sudden assault or maybe they’d been put on edge by the Zabrak’s attack. Tarsus didn’t know. Things weren’t going precisely as planned but it would be near enough. With a sudden burst of speed he arrived amongst the guards but they had seen him coming and raised their guns just as the Acolyte’s red blade exploded into life. ♦

He slashed his blade across the chest of one guard while a second swing of his blade cut through the rifle of another. Tarsus immediately attempted to fall back as the remaining four guards recovered. One didn’t get his rifle up in time, still focusing on the battle droid, but the other three opened fire on Tarsus as he retreated. ♦

He deflected one bolt into the leg of the disarmed guard causing him to fall prone. The second bolt cut across his shoulder ripping across the armour but doing no serious damage. The third bolt however struck him clean in the same spot on his right arm as the earlier attack had done. Pain spiked through the limb and he gasped in agony. His mechanical limb fell to his side non-functioning as he cursed and with a flick of the force brought his falling lightsaber into his left hand. Reaching another crate he ducked in behind it for cover. ♦

Looking down at his cybernetic arm he gritted his teeth at the mess of broken machine and electronic nerves. The plasma that had struck him had superheated both the metal of his arm and damaged armour causing them to fuse. It was going to be agony getting that torn free before they could start working on repairing the arm itself.

“Frak.” his hissed.

 

[Doz Noth]

She had gotten to cover at least. Turning at the sudden booming AFFIRMATIVE startled her coming over her comm as well as across the spaceport. Turning her eyes back to Tarsus she expected him to move forward as well, but as Tres began to move back and draw the guard along with him, she realized her blunder. ”Son of a Mongrol”, she spat in disgust about the same time Tarsus darted forward to engage the enemy. He was out in the open and herself..she grinned, she was behind them!

Bursting from the cover of the shipping crate, she ran for all she was worth which turned out not to be good enough. ’Blast my foolishness in creating such a gap between us.’, she thought. The guards opened up fire on Tarsus, his saber flashing through the air to take one across the chest and disarm another.

The guard whose blaster had been severed within his grasp must have been seasoned for her immediately scrambled from the blaster of his fallen comrade. As yet the guards hadn’t seen her but when that one stooped to recover a weapon his eyes spotted her and raised the weapon. Doz flicked the saber back to life, the crimson laser rising from each end before swinging to deflect the bolt right back into his chest. She didn’t stop to grab up the blaster for she was determined not to waste more time.

She could see Tarsus retreating and three of the guards fire another volley in his direction, though one just trained his sights upon Tres. Leaping into the air, she propelled herself forward the short distance through the aid of the force gathering in her form. Her intent was to come down to the rear of the guards and slice them to ribbons.

Even as she landed, one of the guards fell to the ground with a bolt through the leg. Her sword dipped and swung forward severing the man’s head, her blade spinning round to bring the other end into play. She was too late, the shots of the guards struck Tarsus and she saw his arm go slack even as he ducked behind cover. Panic course through her and as she stabbed the point of her lightsaber through the chest of not one but two guards she failed to take note of the fourth rousing his attention from Tres to the red fury that had dropped in their midst.

Drawing her blade back it was just sheer luck alone that lined up the other end of her saber with the man’s shoulder. She hadn't even realized he was there, her eyes on the hiding place where her partner had taken shelter. The momentary resistance alerted her too late and the man’s blaster went off. Thankfully her accidental stab pulled his aim way off grazing her right shoulder instead of taking her out in the back of the head.

Pulling her blade forward with a cry of pain, the burn to her shoulder caused the blade to angle downward and slice him open as it exited his body. The guards were dead, Tres taking way too much damage, and herself scored across the shoulder. Tightening her grip on her saber, and quite pleased her fingers still worked, she dismissed everything but rushing for the crate to see how Tarsus was.

She skid behind the crate and dropped to her knees at his side, going into combat medic mode. ”Frak”, she said missing the irony of him having just uttered the same sentiment. Already she could tell he was going to need more than a field dressing.

@Nasri
@Lazy Swordsman

 

[XT03]

Tres scanned the area carefully as it stepped forward, retracing its own path back towards the Sith. According to its HUD all the guards had been defeated, that it could see at least. The plan had appeared to work perfectly, the guards quickly falling once the Sith assets had gotten close enough. It hadn't been perfect however, Tres had registered several hits on the two acolytes during the course of the conflict. Tres itself had suffered minor damage as well, though it was all superficial. Thus it had immediately switched to overwatch mode, continuously scanning for new threats. The entire group as a whole simply couldn't afford to sustain any more injuries.

It wasn't registering anything though, the spaceport forces had been subdued apparently. Now there were just minor remnants of security forces and some panicking civilians. They had completed their mission successfully. Giving the area a final look, Tres bulled forward to look down upon the Sith. A brief scan revealed there to be no major injuries it could see, none life threatening at least. Very well then, it would set itself to the task of patrolling the area, truly ensuring no enemy remnants remaining and putting the port on lockdown. Not that there would be any real enemies, there was a near 90% likelihood that these ten had been the apex of the IR forces.

"THIS UNIT SHALL ENSURE TOTAL CONTROL," It blared down at them before turning away. In a moment its jump boots had activated, the burst propelling it violently into the air to crash down on top of a roof. From there it started scanning the area, and taking potshots at any non OE forces it registered. Civilians, ship inspectors, spaceport personnel , they were all set on the run as the Goliath rained death down upon them. Its armor was critically compromised, thus it couldn't allow anyone or thing the opportunity to attack. Even the youngest civilian target could manage to aim and fire a small blaster weapon. Complete lockdown, to the utmost.

@Tarsus Drast

 

[Doz Noth]

She didn’t have time for self-recriminations, even though each of his injuries could be laid upon her head; the immediate need was pain control, reduce conditions for shock, and stabilize for transport. Tres was in his element, his booming voice announcing the Lockdown of the site; she was in hers. Quietly, efficiently, she tended Tarsus to the extent he would permit for he was by no means the least bit incoherent. Her hand went to her med pack, drawing forth the appropriate dart for his needs, and stabbed him in the thigh. She didn’t administer a full dose that would have knocked him out, just a cc to take the edge off. That would let him use his energies for more important things than pain management.

The mission had been a success, Null’s primary spaceport was now under control of the true Sith. Turning over the port to the occupying forces, the trio took the transport back to Korriban and much needed recovery for them all.

// end thread

@Narsi
@Lazy Swordsman