Tear Down These Walls

[Tycho Draykon]

Spoiler: OOC

This is a cPVP. Meaning this is a death disabled thread. Injury is alright.

Located at the north eastern side of Network Access was a pathway that went through a crumbling part of the city that connects to the facility. Seeing that if push comes to shove that those who run the place will use it to get repair supplies through; the pathway has to be blocked somehow. Luckily for the rebels the crumbling walls will make the task easier, if they do it all right.

This pathway connects to the landing platforms the imperials will most likely use to bring in repair supplies at. So even if the team managed to collapse some walls at a few sections it will prove to be useful.

After Tycho made sure to get Esfir to safety where she will get some much needed medical attention. The criminal went straight back to work. There is just way too much that needs to be done. His helmet was still useless since he had not had the time to repair the damaged visors, nor to find another helmet to use for now. Either out of stupidity or pride the man felt that he will not need his helmet this time.

 

[Aerak Medus]

"How is it that the Network Access is still down?" Aerak demanded, his fingers drumming his lightsaber.

He'd arrived on Nar Shaddaa that very morning, along with other agents and Sith. What had supposedly been some minor rebellious activity had escalted into full-on conflict across Hutt Space. The HoloNet was shut down, pirates were blasting Imperials across a dozen systems and even the Pykes had turned traitor. Any decent commander would have the situation under control in a mere matter of days. Any decent commander. Someone was in need of a good decapitation.

As Aerak had such a good way with people, he'd been sent to the Network Access to oversee how things were proceeding.

"The rebels did too much damage sir," one of the technicians complained, "this system is going to be down for weeks!"

Aerak gripped his lightsaber tight. "Such a delay would not look good on any of our records. Especially considering it might mean the Republica losing its grip on Hutt Space. Now I suggest you tell me what you need in order to get things back in working order."

The technician who'd dared to challenge him shrank into a little ball. His companion, a Rodian, lifted his hand. "W-we lost a lot of supplies during the attack sir. We'll need to replace them."

Aerak released his lightsaber, sighing. The few reports they'd received suggested pirate attacks in the air were becoming more frequent. Were they to ship anything, there was a good chance of it getting shot down and never arriving. Still, if it was necessary to get the HoloNet operational in good time, they'd have to try.

"Prepare me a list. I'll take it back to High Command and arrange an escort to bring you supplies. In the meantime, work with what you have."

As they scurried to prepare what they needed, Aerak crossed his arms. He wasn't sure why, but he felt a little uneasy today.

 

[Tycho Draykon]

Tycho was nearby, loading his rifle as he prepared for another round of damage he is going to do next. He had located a few sections of wall that if he manages to knock down will create one hell of a road block for the Imperials to clean up before they can ship in supplies. The criminal was able to hear the yelling from officers and crew working at the Network Access as they continued to try pushing through with the repairs. Unfortunately for them, the activity from rival factions and criminal gangs was not making the task easy to do. Tycho was in no way feeling bad for the Imperials trying to get the facility up and running.

The rebel was scanning the perimeter for a way to distract the crew and soldiers long enough to get some distance between him and them. Who knows maybe the distraction will work long enough to block up the road. The criminal grinned as he spotted a supply truck at the outer perimeter of the facility, there it is. There is the distraction he will create. But he needs to get closer to get a grenade into the back of the truck. Taking a deep breath the man readied his rifle as the rogue steeled himself for any confrontation that may happen.

Getting out of the location he was using to hide while scanning the area for a distraction. The rebel will get within 15 meters of the vehicle, he needed to get closer if he was going to get a grenade in it or underneath the truck.

 

[Aerak Medus]

Aerak departed the main building, throwing his hood on. A light rain had begun to dust the courtyard. This whole situation wouldn't easily be fixed. Nor did they have the rare luxury that was time. He made his way across the courtyard, to the landing pad where he'd parked his ship. If he made it back to the fleet now, maybe he could get some supplies to the Imperials before the day was finished.

"Hey, you there, freeze!"

Or, maybe not.

Aerak turned, his hand already on his lightsaber. Outside the courtyard, a couple of workers were pointing at a figure running towards the facility. Aerak couldn't make out much, but the man clearly wasn't dressed as an Imperial or Sith. This was some intruder. A pirate, a rebel... a Jedi? Whoever he was, Aerak wasn't about to allow the man to leave. He'd been sent here to prevent all delays and disruptions, wherether they came from Imperials or enemies of the Empire. Besides, he hadn't been in a fight in a while. Hopefully this scum would be worth hunting down.

He was much too far away for Aerak to engage him currently, so Aerak instead sprinted towards the target as fast as his bulky frame would allow. Once he was close enough to the gate, he could leap over it and attempt to engage this new enemy.

@Tycho Draykon