Ask Trying The Wheel of Fortune... Again

[Nox Solus]

Nox struck out on his own and did it with his typical style, a lightning strike. The force he went with consisted of mostly corvettes, the new line of Neo-Crusaders that had been retrofitted for their specific task. Solus was the only clan present, once more always on the move when under his command as they were also his personal favorite, his own heritage from them. The plan that had been created between him and the strike leaders was incredibly risky and possibly stupid but the defense couldn't have possibly been ready for it.

Crusaders would already be assigned and with their fellow warriors, loading up into breach-pods that could be directly fired from the corvettes. Nox himself was in one, Vroj and Zuus accompanying him as they ordered the others about. His armor had recently gone through a makeover with his ascension and truly represented what he was. Instead of the typical crimson plates, the majority of his armor had been painted jet black, gold trimmings highlighting the separation in the pieces. White fur clung to his left shoulder, strands from Red Eyes herself as a sort of token to bring her with when he deemed the conditions weren't suitable for her. The only deviation in his pattern would be the helmet, the base remaining a blood-red crimson and mimicking the gold trim from his torso. It was to honor where he originally came from and always to serve as a reminder of who he was first.

When he was informed that the others were ready, Nox pressed a button on his gauntlet and spoke to the fleet command, "Begin the assault." Within moments, a lurch could be felt through each ship as the hyperdrive would be activated. Both of his friends ended up by his flanks before Zuus commented, "May Kad bless us." A hand clapped on his friend's shoulder as the only response before the ships finally took off.

The Wheel had recently declared independence like an assortment of planets. Unlike the others, that meant they actually enjoyed a quite bit more success, the draw of no regulation boosting their business. Unfortunately for them, that left their defense lacking, a fleet that typically would have been for its defense nowhere to be seen. That left the defenses to only be the guns on the station and while numerous, could be beaten. All of the administrators inside believed it would be enough but their station would be put through a crucible to find out.

Simple shuttles flowed in and out of the station, the usual flow of business but that would be shattered within moments. A handful of corvettes dropped right out of hyperspace and right next to the station, one of them even grazing along the side of the main tower, pieces falling off. A shower of sparks erupted from the collision as the entire station would shake before the corvette finally cleared, suffering medium damage.

All of the guns on the station normally would have been able to wield off an attack with this amount of ships. But with their drop and close proximity, they couldn't acquire targets fast enough, giving the Mandalorians a window. That was all they needed. A few moments after the corvettes dropped in, boarding shuttles and craft would be launched and fired throughout the station. They would find their targets easily with the lack of AA as they hit the main tower and outer rings. Crusaders would start to spill out and the carnage would begin.

@Phoenix

 

[Terra Lanris]

The Wheel had existed since the days of the Old Republic as a prospering casino and getaway location. In a lot of ways, it reminded her of Omega. Whether that was a good or bad thing remained to be seen.

When she'd first spoken with Nox, it had been through Astria. The deal that Crimson Dawn had worked out with the Mandalorians was too good to pass up, and Terra had been mentally preparing herself ever since she arrived. She had always seen herself as smarter more than a fighter, and this was an opportunity for her to significantly expand her business without much risk to her current assets.

And the Mandalorians would get what they wanted as well, so it was a win-win all the way around. Well, except for the owners of the Wheel... they'd be losing out, but that was just business.

She watched the Mandalorian ships drop out of hyperspace right on schedule as the fighting began. It occurred to her that she could actually get unlucky and be caught in some stray cannon blast, and the thought made her straighten up a bit more and stay further inside the station and away from the edges.

She made her way to a private quarter of the station and opened up her comm to her partner in literal crime, the Mand'alor... that was a weird thought.

I'm in position. Make it look good, and I'll approach the executives within the hour, she said. The Mandalorians had the firepower to take the station, there was no question, it was just a matter of how much station would be left when they did. The Wheel being destroyed didn't benefit anyone.

 

[Nox Solus]

Nox's boarding craft had pierced into the main tower. The vehicle slammed into the wall before the end of it erupted out the other side, an explosion of rubble, dust, and sparks from the impact. Neon signs fell and screams filled the air as bystanders got up to run away or drag themselves to cover. Armored panels that covered the craft would shift before sliding back, opening a hole for the inhabitants to spill out from. Within seconds, crimson-colored crusaders exited with war cries, most of them taking to flight when their feet touched the ground.

They went in all directions, up, left, right and chaos would erupt as blaster bolts were exchanged, crusaders occupying every quadrant of the room they breached. Civilians weren't targeted, the Mandalorians only clashing with those that fired upon them. The exchange only lasted less than a couple of minutes as there were relatively few guards. Surprise was on their side and bolstered their presence but that wouldn't last forever.

After the initial guards were dealt with and civilians fled, Nox himself would drop down from the breaching pod and land with a slight thud. He stood to his full height and inspected the layout around him, his gaze ignoring the bodies and fires that had been built. Their entry point appeared to be a massive lobby, multiple staircases protruding from the corners that left to different sections of the tower. An administrative desk was in the center and he would silently motion one of the crusaders to go inspect it, specifically the computer.

Zuus and Vroj dropped down after him, the two nearly always by his side when he campaigned. Nox would glance back toward Vroj before saying, "Go with a small force and take out those guns. Both of you." The both of them gave a nod before departing. Nox's gaze would then traverse the room once more and note the directional signs that conveniently labeled the direction of each room. As the Ringleader's voice came in, he just smirked as he saw one sign labeled, 'Executive offices.' The Mand'alor's reply would be simple, "Don't be late." After that, the hiss of his pure white lightsaber would activate before he charged up the stairs himself.

 

[Terra Lanris]

Being late is bad for business, she replied without missing a beat. It was something she had asserted for years, and it held no less true today. The longer she took, the more damage the Mandalorians would cause. The more damage, the more repairs. The more repairs, the less profit.

She'd have headed up there already if she didn't need to at least play the part that she was not anticipating this.

She checked her pistol - just in case - and headed through the service tunnels, slinking along until she pushed out near the executive offices. Guards were the thickest here with the captain of the guard working out of these offices.

Her tail flicked slightly as she pushed on, heading right up to the outpost where she was stopped.

My name is Terra Lanris of Crimson Dawn. Tell your bosses they're going to want to hear what I have to say, she said. It was a true rarity that she identified herself officially as a member of Dawn, but she needed the power behind that name right now. She needed people to listen, and she was going to be trading on the names of her people.

And fact that blasterfire could be heard not far away both increased the urgency and made it so there was a chance she would be ignored. If that were the case... she'd have to up the ante.

@Orbit