Onslaught of the Empire

[stellarmagic]

Alyn swore as he pulled the rifle from his cloak and spun toward the sith soldiers. With a flick of his wrist he disengaged the ACP rifle’s safety and then leveled it toward the lead of the group, his front hand sliding down the forward stock to the grenade launcher that hung beneath the barrel. “Fracking blighters!”

Zaala spun on her heel and leveled the heavy blaster pistol in her hands toward the sith. She pumped the trigger sending bolt after bolt into the soldiers while grabbing for the satchel at her side and pulling out two small frag grenades.

With a thunk, a fragmentation grenade leapt from his grenade launcher into the nearest group of soldiers. Shrapnel hissed through the air as smoke billowed from around where three of the sith soldiers had been tossed to the deck. That done he lifted the rifle to his shoulder and let loose with a burst of ACP fire into the smoke to take down any other opponents.

As Alyn worked, slowly stepping back toward the ship as he laid down fire he was surprised as two more frag grenades arced over his head and bounced toward the open blast doors from whence the Sith were pouring. More blasts of fire echoed in the hangar as each detonated spraying plasteel splinters in all directions.

“Time to go!” Zaala yelled as she backed toward the boarding ramp. Alyn grit his teeth and stopped his fire as he reached the ramp and turned around, crouching beside one of the pistons that would raise the ramp and let loose another burst of fire.

"Go Sithlet, get your a** aboard!" Alyn yelled as blaster bolts sputtered against the floor and ship. In the distance he saw a crimson lightsaber blade ignite and swore. "********>  

[lady_skuld]

Kira flipped a switch to broadcast her voice across the ship.

"If and when you boys and girls are ready, this ship is ready to take off any time. Best be getting on while you can. We'll be departing shortly. As in, oh... about now," she said. Flipping the switch off, she looked at the droid. "You mind going back there and making sure the ramp closes? I dislike sith stowaways."



Sythica watched as the sith lady took off with impatience. That recklessness would never do. The only reason that sith might survive so easily would be with the Force aiding her. As the transport lumbered off, Sythica debated following in the wake of Ilia. However, she was not nearly as quick, and the minutes it would take to run would tire her. The conscript growled in contempt, disliking her fortune at the present.  

[Miss-Pandemica]

Nova’s arm burned from where the Jedi hit her and while she cursed her wound she still managed to keep hold of her weapon. She didn’t care that the others were boarding the ship, so long as she kept the Jedi from leaving it was good enough.

Spotting Ilia in the distance she felt slightly relieved that at least she had bought enough time for reinforcements to show up. At least the odds now seemed slightly in their favor.
 

[stellarmagic]

Zaala grabbed hold of the ramp piston as the ship lumbered into the air and kept firing her pistol. Blaster bolts hissed off the ship's armored hull ricocheting at weird angles from glancing blows to the shields or hull. Zaala grunted as an errant bolt burned across her shoulder armor leaving a long carbon score but failed to penetrate.

As a droid rolled to the top of the ramp Alyn turned to it. "Has this thing got guns? A ventral turret maybe?" He asked as an empty magazine of ACP charges dropped from the bottom of the rifle into his hand with practiced ease. Without looking he stuffed it into the ammo pouch that was wrapped around his leg and drew another magazine out to replace it. Slamming it home he turned back to the fight and began firing once more.  

[Nelowulf]

Jian admired the girl's dedication, but had no time to waste. Flipping back, he aimed a kick for her chin to be part of a single motion, before landing near the ramp and scrambling up aboard the ship. He looked up at the now approaching protocol droid and at the two others.

"Unless you are intending to fight the entire Sith navy, we have a Republic to warn."  

[Darkened Angel]

Danika backed up on the ramp, using the Force to give a strong push against their enemies one last time before entering the ship. " This has turned out to be a crazy day. " she said. " And we're not even in the clear yet. "  

[ElladanKenet]

The grenade that went off forced Ilia to shield her face and eyes. As fast as she had run though, she was too late. Cursing and screaming in fury, she reached out with the force, trying to grab onto the freighter using the force. It was a futile move, as the ship began to rise into the air faster and faster. With a curse, she activated her comlink. "The Jedi are escaping on a freighter! Scramble all fighters, and jam all communications!"

She then flipped channels to the limit of her comlink's range, contacting Darth Cinn. "The Jedi are heading your way on a freighter. ETA on the Republic arrival?" She had expected them to show up honestly. One of the first things to go down during the Sith occupation was long range communication. In the back of her mind, she knew that the crack down had shut off all communication off planet, save for the holonet relay. That had been Cinn's to take care of. She turned off the comlink, not waiting on Cinn to reply.

But what could she do now? She had no ship, and she wasn't a trained dogfighter. Going after the freighter would be useless. No, her job was done, for now. Growling in frustration, she reached into the force and through her anger at a stack of plasteel crates, throwing them aside as easily as a toddler kicking over building blocks. "Blast it! I'll get that Jedi! I'll track them down to the ends of the galaxy if I must!"  

[Miss-Pandemica]

Nova had been knocked back by the Jedi and by the time she managed to right herself again they were already headed into the ramp. The explosion of the grenade distracted her and she fought to protect herself. As the ship started to lift off all she could do was look up at it as it started to rise.

She could hear Ilia’s frustrated voice echo in the dock but she made no complaints of her own. What was done was done, and despite the larger forces the Sith had let two Jedi get away. Letting out a heavy sigh she tucked her weapon away and quietly stood there wondering what to do. Her arm still hurt but was beginning to get numb as she flexed her hand a bit to try and keep some feeling in her arm.
 

[Sol Walker]

NPC
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Type: ISF Interceptors
Number: 4
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Just as the order for fighters was scrambled, a flight of ISF Interceptors picked up on the call while patrolling the skies. They soon veered off from their normal flight plan and began to wing their way in the direction of the escaping freighter.  

[lady_skuld]

As the ramp closed Kira as notified on the console. The ship tiled back further and further as the protocol droid made a little effort to point out seats and handles to grab. The ship was angled steeply before the main thrusters gave a strong push up into the air. Her sensors beeped immediately as interceptors came up on her screens.

"Sithspit." she grumbled to herself a few more choice curse words before going up on the coms. "We thank you for choosing our smuggling services to get you off planet. We're currently in the process of taking off and are encountering some turbulence. Please stay calm as we destroy it," she said with a giggle. Meanwhile, the protocol droid scooted along to the gun turrets to activate the manual overrides, before heading to the cockpit.




Sythica arrived with the rest of her troop just as the ship took off. She didn't even rush to get off the transport. She wasn't foolish enough to think that her blaster would make any difference now. Ilia was in a range, along with another strange sith lady by her side, the calmer one of the two. Giving a small smirk insider her helmet, Sythica knew she was going to have to report in that the mission was out of her hands. This jedi had evaded her, and superiors of her. This one would be a challenge and a great prize to catch if she ever managed to find him again. Assuming the interceptors didn't shoot the ship down.  

[ElladanKenet]

It took a few moments for Ilia Nightwind to calm down. Exhaling deeply, she closed her eyes, shutting her lightsaber down. The Jedi had escaped her. The Jedi had escaped others as well, but the fact that she let him, them, get away only incensed her. She did not like failing.

Knowing her reinforcements had arrived, too late as she knew they would, Ilia turned to face Nova. She appraised the girl carefully. She had gotten here before her, had even been in combat with the Jedi. She had delayed them long enough for Ilia and reinforcements to arrive. Around her, many Imperial troops were slain or injured. She sighed. "You did well, Nova. You are to be commended."  

[Cale Darksun]

NPC
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Type: Imperial Soldiers
Number: 5/12
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Assaulting Imperial Personnel was a severe no no, and Nova, in her short sightedness, had apparently forgotten she was not a Sith yet, or a person of any real authority. The Soldiers were not pleased at the death of their comrades, and with the freighter gone, they had only one target to vent their anger on.
"Freeze!" one commanded Nova as they leveld guns on her.  

[Cale Darksun]

NPC
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Type: Battlecruiser Command Crew
In Service to: Droma Cinn
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The Comms officer onboard the Executioner rolled his eyes as the harsh voice of Darth Nightwind barked at him demanding information. He looked back over his shoulder at his commanding officer and beckoned him over.

"Sir, you better handle this." He told the Captain.

"What is it?"

"Darth Nightwind demands an ETA on the Republic Fleet and has alerted us that some Jedi are escaping on a civilian transport. Sounds like she wishes to talk to Lord Cinn."

"The bloody Harpy." Grumbled the captain as he adjusted his hat. "Fine. Patch me through."

Upon being put on the channel, the Exectuioner's captain cleared his throat and addressed the Sith Woman.

"Lady Nightwind, Lord Cinn is unavailable at this time and can not be disturbed. As you should be aware, were we to know of the ETA of the Republic fleet, it certainly could not be relayed to you for fear of signal interception."
 

[Miss-Pandemica]

Nova was aware of the Lady Nightwind’s presence as it drew near her. While her words were complimentary, they did not soothe the frustration she felt. Her emotions did not read on her face when she gave her reply, “I am sorry that I couldn’t do more, milady.”

As the soldiers around them directed their guns at her, she was not afraid, nor fearful of the consequences she knew would befall her soon. Yes, she had assaulted an imperial soldier and stolen his weapon, but at the time it was necessary for her to do so. It wasn’t below her to use whatever weapons wear available, especially something as crude as a blaster. Nova sighed and waited to be taken away by the Imperial troopers.  

[lady_skuld]

Sythica heard the clicking of rifles drawing a bead on Nova. Within seconds, thirty more joined in, rifles pointing every which way. Ilia stood with Nova. The imperial troops had their weapons pointing at them. And behind them, rifles from the platoon were leveled at the troops and the sith, depending on who was to blame. Sythica growled at this. Trained soldiers did not act like this.

"Explain yourself," she barked. She was the first to ask what was on everyone's mind. "Explain your treacherous actions and why you aim towards a superior Sith?"