The Hunt for C9-D4 (9-LOM and Mulako Tllkth)

[Captain Keeli]

9-LOM packed the last of his things into his beloved B-Wing, The Ion.
9-LOM turned and faced Mulako.
"Hey Mulako, are you ready to go now? You have all your stuff? I can't wait to be 3,000c richer."
9-LOM started up The Ion.
"All aboard!"

 

[Law abiding heretic]

As a principle Mulako hated droids, machines, and anything that had a conscience while also being mechanical. As luck would have it the only job in the sector involved kill a droid... While partnering with the help of a droid. Perfect. Mulako scuttled across the metallic floor of some unknown space station with a bag of weapons that would probably get him arrested if he was on a core planet. At the very least the droid was providing transportation for the mission. The metallic clicking that he made as his claws touched the floor of the space station echoed as he crossed into the docking bay part of the station and glanced upon the droids ship. A B-Wing. "Kallthk!" Swore Mulako in his native tongue as he realized he would be cramped in a tiny fighter with this machine for the duration of the trip.

The droid turned and asked him to climb aboard in a very chipper tone as he started the ship's engines. Great, someone programmed him to be happy. Mulako grumbled as he managed to contort to the 1 person craft as 9-LOM shut the cabin door and started the take off sequence. "I trussst you at leassst know where your going droid." Said Mulako

 

[Captain Keeli]

9-LOM looked back and responded.
"This is the best I could do, it'll have to do. Make yourself comfortable as much as possible. And don't worry, I know where to go."
The tiny B-Wing lifted off towards his target, C9-D4. If he could show expression he'd be smirking right about now.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

Spoiler: OOC

I guess I'll be the dungeon master.

Even though the trip to Hypori had only taken a couple hours it felt like days to Mulako who was forced to crane himself over the droid pilot like he was some sort of neck wrap. Eventually the ship touched down on the planet's dusty surface and Mulako scrambled out of the cockpit as fast as he could. "Pleasss ussse your payment to buy yourssself a ssshuttle for thisss type of work." Mulako hissed as he stretched his limbs and unfurled his wings before snapping back into his usual stance. He grabbed his sack of weapons and to the best of his ability laid his supplies put on the ground as he picked up a datapad. "Now the plan isss sssimple asssuming we can get inssside without a hitch." Said Mulako as he pulled up floor plans for a nearby droid factory. "The cartel wasss ssso kind asss to give me information regarding the wear aboutsss of their lossst droid." "Unfortunately there might ssstill be a few active Droidikasss in thisss factory ssso until we get to C9-D4 play it sssafe." Explained Mulako, trying his best to show his droid partner the plan. "Any quessstionsss?"

 

[Captain Keeli]

9-LOM shook his head.
"Nope, that'll be all for now."
They silently walked out the ship, guns ready for the ensuing attack.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

"Riiight.." Clicked Mulako as he shook his head and mounted his blaster onto his claw before scuttling towards the derelict factory. The factory was Geonosian in construction and probably has not seen use since the clone wars. It was eerily quiet with the occasional groan as the support pillars begged for release as tuns of metal assembly lines stressed them almost to the point of collapse.

Off in the distance the sound of servos and mechanical tapping echoed through the the factory. "It ssseens like sssome of the droidsss are ssstill operational, bessst ssstay on your guard." Mulako chirped as he dropped to the ground and scuttled closer to the noise. Upon closer examination he found that the source of the noise was indeed two patrolling Droidikas that where slightly damaged. "You sssee the one without the ssshield?" He said pointing to one of the damaged destroyer droids that lacked a protective partical shield. "You take out that one and I'll end the droid with the sssheild."

 

[Captain Keeli]

"Yes sir, you got it."
9-LOM threw a smoke grenade over to the non shielded Droideka. It blew and sent out a volley of smoke. Although the droids cannot sense the gas, it could at least blur their vision long enough for the attack to occur. Stood back a bit and pulled out his pistol. He made quick work of the droid as the shot blasted through he head and rolled him back into the wall.
"NOW!" He told Mulako in a toned down yell.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

Mulako rushed the other Droidika the second 9-LOM reduced the first one to scrap machinery as smoke filled the corridor. The droid panicked and began firing rapidly through the smoke, missing Mulako as he hugged the floor as he scuttled before piercing the droid's shield and tearing off it's central CPU with his claws. There was a faint humming sound as the machine lost power and slumped to the floor, defeated and dead as Mulako stepped over the fallen droid. "Excccellent work my metallic friend, although nexxxt time sssave your sssmoke grenadesss and jussst ssshoot your target." Clicked Mulako as he pulled out his datapad and opened the map. "Alright letsss sssee here. Ahh, thatsss right." He said as he studied the floor plans for the factory before flipping the console and showing 9-LOM. "We need to make our way to the generator room ssso we can ressstart the facccility and acsssesss the central HUB of the factory. Then we ssshall find our droid." Said Mulako as he tapped the screen when referencing a location.

 

[Captain Keeli]

"Alright, but we need to move quickly, understood?" He pulled out his rifle and hugged the wall, he turned the corner slowly, nothing.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

Spoiler: Ooc

Internet died and I've been using my phone for the past 2 days.

Mulako grumbled to himself as 9-LOM told him to hurry and then proceeded to hug the wall looking for more threats. Probably because the droid lacked the Yam'rii's evolved sense of hearing. Regardless Mulako continued on down the path towards the generator room. The rusted out door barring the party from entering the generator creaked open with an ear splitting shriek when Mulako activated the door control. The generator itself was surprisingly in good repair as it sat dormant, waiting patiently to be re-activated again. "Care to do the honorsss?" Said Mulako as he gestured towards a control panel.

 

[Captain Keeli]

"Roger, it will be done."
9-LOM pushed the switch up. A loud bang happened as the switch locked into place. The generator whirred on and the engine started to hum.
"A protocol droid might hang around here, we need to keep our defenses up at all time. Affirmative?"
9-LOM picked up his rifle and walked through the door.

 

[Law abiding heretic]

"Yesss, that would be wisss." Replied Mulako as he followed 9-LOM out of the generator room and into a large hallway. "It might be a good idea to sssplit up for the time being until one of usss findsss that ssslippery droid." Hissed Mulako as he scratched his face with his claws.

 

[Captain Keeli]

"Agreed, where to now?"

 

[Law abiding heretic]

Mulako continued to scratch himself as he looked at the map on his datapad. "Acording to thisss it sssays that the foundry isss on the bottom level, I'll make my way to the command cccenter and radio you directions." He said before scuttling off down a dark corridor. A few minutes later there was a buzz from 9-LOM's communicator. "Tesssting tesssting, can you hear me?"

 

[Captain Keeli]

9-LOM responded.
"Affirmative, communication established. Ready to finish our mission?"
9-LOM readied his rifle and pistol.