Etti IV's Terrain

These men were fast, but two weren't. Only one got a fatal wound to the stomach, and the other got a shot to the leg. As Dominion ducked down, another man came out to help the one with the injured leg. With three simple motions, :Lifting the gun up, pulling the trigger, and ducking back down, the brave soul who tried to help his friend was caught in the throat by a blast of energy, and he collapsed. He didn't kill the injured man. If anything, that was incentive for more men to risk their lives. And that would be a bad risk to take.

He knew that he was taking a bad risk as well. There was 7 fully functional people left, spreading around both sides of him if they were smart. If they kept their distance, that would be bad for Dominion. All he needed was one sorry bastard to get too close. He could use him as a shield as he fought the rest, but he didn't expect that to happen.

He kept swiveling his head back and forth, keeping his ears open as much as he could. If one guy got behind him and fired, it would be over. Maybe.. That computer was right. But how could it? He couldn't think of that right now, he had to- a guard showed himself, stepping out a little too much and exposing his leg. Dominion brought up his rifle and too two shots. They collided with him as he stepped into view, but he also shot. Dominion threw himself against the crates to try to dodge it, but it hit his left shoulder. It burned like a bitch!

These men weren't going to wait before shooting. And that was Dominion's problem. He hated to admit it.. but that computer predicted the future. If it was right this far, then the next few steps would be best to follow. Pushing to his feet, the intruder surged for the main doors leading into the compound. He blindly sprayed bolts behind him as he ran, hoping that it would keep his enemies under cover.

Dominion had made it into the facility.. but there wasn't much time. He had to get to destroying this place before the remnants of that squad sounded the alarms. He grabbed the levitating cart by a manual guidance handle and began dragging it behind him. There was a reason why he had chosen the peculiar route inside the facility of delivery man, and that was the fact that explosives were heavy and there was a need of a large quantity of them. So he shipped them there, himself. He had thrown out all the medical supplies and instead filled the cart with high-explosives, meant for taking down facilities like this one.

He didn't get far with his hurt shoulder and cart before he ran into the more lively part of the compound, people in lab coats bustling about, doing their jobs. Dominion hid his rifle under his long coat with his hurt left shoulder and slowly pulled the cart of explosives behind him, acting like it was just a shipment. As he scanned about, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. The longer he looked, however, he realized that no camera pointed at him. He was never in their line of sight, they just kept.. swiveling around his form. Was it that computer that talked to him? It seemed to be working with him a little bit. But, why?

Argon blinked rapidly as Thea suddenly hugged him, crying. He wished he could stand there and let her cry it out on his shoulder. It felt- strange, in a good way, to be a comfort to someone genuinely. Most of his actions before, had been bent on vengeance, up until recently when he had tried to actually do some good in the galaxy- but it had always been behind a curtain of shadow. It was rare that anyone actually looked at him as the good guy. Such was the life of one constantly under cover.

So, at least for the moment, Argon held tightly to Thea, trying to show her some sort of security before he had to let go, and act cool and level headed again. Though, he did give her a reassuring smile as he closed the door.



About 10 minutes later, a guard opened a slot in the front of the door, passing a tray with some fresh hot Nerf meat and steamed vegetables, along with a cup and pitcher of water. Everything was high density plastic though, for some random fear she might either use glass or metal as a weapon at some point. Clearly they didn't know her very well.






As Dominic meandered throughout the halls, taking notice of the camera's aversion to him, a one of the few passing guards stopped and glanced at him. He tilted his head.

Hey- I don't recognize you. Are you suppose to be on this floor? What's on the cart?--- He'd moved as if he were to go for his blaster, but hesitated, putting a hand to his ear and shifting his eyes to remain on Dominic.

What was that?

The guard blinked and sighed. With a shrug, he pulled a datapad from his pocket and handed it out to Dominic.

Uh, sorry. I heard tell of suspicious activity somewhere near the hangar, but the system says you're clear. I'm suppose to give you this, Dr.... He tilted his head to get a look at the name printed on Dom's stolen lab cote. Dr. Mitchel. Sorry again.

He relaxed his shoulders and started to walk off.



Upon the Datapad was a simple question, and at least right now- nothing else.

What are you looking for?

*A secret project, one that could, if successful, truly aid the First Order in the coming war. Truth be told... Soku was not optimistic. The Force was a limitless, incomprehensible entity; he did not have faith that some machine could truly tap into one's Force sight. Still, it bore investigation, which was what had led the Knight of Ren pair to Etti IV, and this hidden facility upon the world.

However, as though irony itself dictated the events of real life, an unforeseen hitch had forced the pilot to land outside of the facility. Even as they had approached, Soku could sense that something was... off. The Knight scowled in concern, his purple-skinned Rodian companion grumbling under his breath.

Before Soku could answer, they received a message from the facility, saying that they were expected. Unlikely, seeing as this visit was unannounced, but formalities and the like, or perhaps the facility steward simply wanted to sound important. Their true importance depended upon the success of this project; coupled with Soku's doubts, he expected it was not of too much importance, considering this world's relatively remote location compared to the rest of the galaxy.*

"No trouble at all," *Soku answered the pilot absently, turning to nod toward Derel. His fellow Knight nodded and they both turned to exit, Soku leaving behind a last piece of advice.* "Be on the alert."

*The cloaked and hooded beings exited the ship, gliding swiftly toward the designated entrance of the facility, their eyes and their senses reaching out for threat, their hands close to their weapons. If there had been a breach, then this experiment was already over, and it spoke volumes of how little faith those who funded it had on the project...*

"Well, You've helped me so far. Apart from that initial squad of men." Saying those words reminded him of the blast he took to his shoulder. Still stung... Opening the floating crate, he picked up a small, nondescript grey box, and walked back to the door, using his card on the little black box next to the door. There was a ca-chink! sound as the door was unlocked. It opened by itself and he walked inside. It was a locker room, multiple lockers were stored next to eachother along the walls, and the closest one was his. Or, rather, Dr. Mitchel's. He opened it up with his keycard once more, and planted the box inside and squeezing the sides lightly. It beeped and Dominion left it alone at that, shutting the locker door. He looked down at the datapad. Next one.

"So, I thought that maybe you were on my side, for whatever reason." He continued once outside. "You haven't sicked anyone on me yet, so I assume you're either just curious or you actually want my help with something."

"No, not really trusting. Just accepting of any help I can get. And maybe you do, if you want to die. Maybe something in your code won't let you shut yourself down." He spoke as he trailed the cart behind him, nobody really minding or paying him much heed. He looked inside the room at the workers who tried their best to keep up with, whatever they were doing. He looked at the pad, then back up. "Maybe they don't want to be outdone? Pride is a powerful thing. Where in that room could I plant one of these? I'll have to be nonchalant about it" He inquired as he moved to his cart and picked up another box.

They all had timers on them, maximum of 3 hours. Of course they could be triggered before hand using a detonator that was also in the cart. In case he was subdued or discovered, any bombs he planted would still be able to go off.

Anyone the two knights came across, subconsciously stepped aside, giving the two a wide isle. The several security cameras swiveled slowly, tracking the two newcomers.

From one of the hall ways, another cloaked figure emerged. He paused, looking at the two for a moment before speaking.

Welcome brothers. I was wondering when you would honor us with a visit.

He nodded in respectful greeting and motioned about him.[/font]

What do you think so far?





In the cabinet to your left, four up, six across. No one will notice, or care.

The text was quick to respond to Dom's question before scrolling again, as if speaking its 'mind' after the fact.

Why would I want to die?- is that... normal?