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Post by Sakri on May 3, 2017 21:15:59 GMT -8
She sighed, though much more muted than she normally would have done at such an annoyance. Of course they would attempt to engage in pleasantries; not many she met on this path shared her view of conversation, it seemed. Though, only one of them was doing any talking.. she could respect that.
"This is where the current led me."
She turned her head to regard the armoured being, staring at him for a few seconds. The nictitating membrane over her eyes finally withdrew, the group of them having moved just far enough away from the hostile environment outside to warrant such a removal.
"Past that, we shall see."
The ghost of a smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and her eyes flitted over to the other being with them. Another few seconds of regarding him passed before she turned her attention towards the new puzzle, for all the good that would do..
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 3, 2017 21:44:38 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustifar>>
-Ob
Well that was ... cryptic & unhelpful. Ah, here we go.
The last was said as the system finished the analysis & presented the proper sequence to open the lock. Two large gears were shifted by 90 degrees each & a pressure rod was pushed flat against the wall. Once the rod was fully depressed the wall opened like the one before it. Unlike before however, a red network of scanning beams immediately reached out from the dark aperture, sweeping over all three figures before they could react.
WARNING. INTRUDERS. DETECTED.
With a heavy thud, a B3 ultra battle droid stepped into the room. It was quickly apparent why the ceiling was so high in the chamber, as the droid was easily twice as tall as Ob was. There was a dull whine as a pair of rapid fire blaster cannons began to spin up in preparation to firing.
-Ob
Oh. This is gonna suck.
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Post by Sakri on May 6, 2017 11:45:06 GMT -8
It's only cryptic because you don't understand.
She had nothing more to say on the matter, and as the wall op-..
Oh dear.
Others might have spoken in agreement. But words were weapons she chose not to wield here, and though she found his assessment accurate, she lent no volume to the sentiment. Now was not the time for speaking; it was a time for action.
So it was that she took in a breath, wrapping the Force around her being.. and moved.
Sakri had her priorities in combat: first and foremost was ditching her traveling cloak. The world slowed down as she ran, off toward the right side of the room, her arms straight out behind her for the moment being. With the pull of momentum and a tug from the Force, her cloak easily slid off of her, fluttering to the floor.
The moment she was free of its bonds, she skidded to a stop, hoping that the behemoth would have had to take those few extra seconds to track her again. The hilt of her lightsaber flew from its place on her belt into her waiting palm, the crimson blade activating and coming up to defend from what would surely be the first volley of many..
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 6, 2017 19:21:04 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustifar>>
There was a flutter of motion, Ob glanced to his right & the woman was gone. She had seemingly teleported straight out of her robe as the motion has been it crumpling to the ground. There was a slight Click from the droid. Normally it would have been too quiet to hear, but the noise filled his world in that moment. Decades of training suddenly took over his body without input from his mind.
Evade, Retreat, Rally.
Evade. He dived toward the wall, perpendicular how the droid was facing. The opening fire of the droid blasted a line of chunks out of the ground where the three figures had been standing moments ago, including a few bolts hitting the fallen robe. Retreat. A single glance was all it took to tell him that the door out had shut firmly, with no obvious way to reopen it. Rally. With the weapon fire that had happened, his HUD has automatically switched over to combat mode. A carrot showed Trisk nearly directly opposite of him, with a third humanoid, armed with a lightsabre, nearly directly behind the droid. For the moment, the three of them formed an evenly spaced triangle with the droid in the center.
Neither he nor Trisk was really certified for combat, but both of them had passed with fairly high marks in small arms. He wasn't sure what good small arms would do, but it wasn't like either of them had anything bigger anyway. Of course, both Ob & Trisk had the same survival training. The B3 hadn't even finished firing before they drew in unison. The M-CLAW each was carrying was more or less the same. Both had kitted them out as pistols, The only difference between the two was that Trisk had opted to attach the more powerful disruptor weapon assembly, instead of the standard blaster assembly that Ob was packing. Of course, since they both had the same size power coil, Ob had nearly three times as many shots before he had to recharge. Not that he was expecting to live long enough to empty a thousand shots into the huge droid.
On benefit of standardized training was that little communication was needed for at least a passingly good coordinated attack. With retreat cut off & an enemy they couldn't damage directly, the first target was any sensor clusters, followed by any exposed weapons. A rough spray of mixed fire splattered against the droid's head. Hopefully, at least one shot would hit the sensor cluster & render the droid blind.
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Post by Sakri on May 10, 2017 15:42:30 GMT -8
Good.
Sakri allowed herself a moment - just one - to know some sort of relief that the other two seemed to know what to do in this sort of situation. This was in part because it meant she had backup, and in part because it meant that they were still alive. Despite the darkness that ran through her, she never took pleasure in the ending of a life. Her first priority was, of course, her own survival; but if the need arose for her to save the other two, she wouldn't hesitate to act.
And then the moment was over, and she was once again focused on the situation at hand. There was nothing in her arsenal that would be effective against the behemoth from afar, which meant that it was time to engage in close combat. Once more she wrapped the Force around her being, and once more the tide carried her with it, propelling her forwards and then upwards as she leapt into the air, aiming to land on the droid's right shoulder, ready to swing her blade down into its arm joint upon landing..
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on May 10, 2017 20:51:20 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustifar>>
The splattering of mixed fire chewed into the face of the droid, destroying the sensors nodes there. Nearly simultaneously, a lightsabre bit into its right shoulder joint. The damage was heavy, but it failed to be deep enough to remove the arm completely. Now blind, the droid reacted to its only known threat. Its right arm curled up as if folding away. Instead of tucking in, however, it began to jet a stream of super heated plasma. All it really had to do to clear the room was keep firing the weapon until the ambient temperature was sufficiently above the survival level for organics.
They checked their fire nearly instantly as the figure reappeared for a moment, this time standing on the shoulder of the giant droid. Luckily it looked like the sensors had been destroyed. For Ob & Trisk it was a temporary respite. Their armor was fairly proof against higher temps. But not like that. & now they had more or less exhausted their options of targets. Targeting the damaged shoulder, they both poured more fire into it, hopefully that would be enough to finish disabling it.
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Post by Sakri on Aug 11, 2017 23:53:35 GMT -8
Fortunately, her danger sense was just as fine-tuned as before, and as the droid's right arm moved, she knew that she too needed to do the same. Her first strike complete, she pulled the blade back and crouched for a moment before launching herself into a Force-powered flip toward the near wall.
Less fortunately, her focus on the environment around her had been redirected upon the droid's arrival. Though she wasn't hit by the plasma jet directly, the temperature change did not go unnoticed. A muted snarl escaped her lips as a wave of heat passed over her, and a silver sheen of sweat coated her golden skin where it showed. The other two were pouring blaster fire into the damage she had caused, and as her feet touched briefly upon the surface of the wall, she saw her next target.
Sakri allowed momentum to carry her into another crouch, this one planted midway up the wall, before once more wrapping the current around her and pushing off back towards the behemoth. The protective membrane slid back over her eyes again as she approached the source of the heat, her trajectory leading her just in front of the droid's right elbow. If it failed to move out of the way, another slash of her lightsaber through the front of it would hopefully sever whatever was powering the plasma cannon; failing that, she hoped it would at least open up a new target for her.. helpers.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Aug 15, 2017 21:05:28 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustifar>>
The stuttering fire chewed into the weakened shoulder. The metal began to weaken, just as Sakri arrived from the other side & swung into the arm again. A combination of the heat stress, the previous damage & the newest attack severed the arm before it could super heat the room. Now blinded & lacking any real way of targeting any enemies, the droid deactivated, powering down as its combat modules failed to find an appropriate solution to the problem. The two mandalorians kept their guns trained on the droid for a little while after it ceased, careful of a trick.
-Ob
Well, that was surprisingly not lethal.
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Post by Sakri on Sept 15, 2017 21:34:15 GMT -8
Sakri felt the metal of the arm give way beneath her second strike; so she was not surprised when, within moments of her feet touching down on the floor, she heard the loud clang of the severed limb hitting the ground. She whirled, some of her two-toned hair hitting and sticking to her glistening forehead, and brought her lightsaber up once again.. only to find that the droid was apparently powering down. She narrowed her eyes at the metal behemoth, waiting for a trick to be revealed.
When the chatty one of the Mandalorian pair spoke, she straightened up and lowered her weapon to her side, though she left the crimson blade active still.
"Indeed," she said, her eyes staying focused on the hulking droid until she became satisfied that the pull of danger in the current had abated. "Good shooting."
She wasn't one to offer praise lightly, especially without prompting. Still, they had done their fair part, and they deserved to be recognized for it. Her gaze moved to assess the pair of them quickly before drifting towards the chamber from which the droid had emerged.
"..what we seek lies ahead of us."
Finally, Sakri brushed her thumb over her saber's activation stud, and the blade retracted into its hilt. With one more deft movement, it was once more attached to her belt; after that, she walked over toward where her cloak still lay on the ground, reaching down and retrieving it as well. After that, it was on towards the next chamber..
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Oct 1, 2017 19:49:27 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustifar>>
The two mandalorians put their weapons back away & did a quick visual inspection of each other to ensure that no damage had been missed. Mostly it was a collection of smaller damage spots from the stone thrown up by the impacting blaster fire. If there had been any direct hits, it is likely that it would have killed them instantly, regardless of their armor.
-Ob
Nice fighting yourself.
As had been somewhat hoped for, but not really expected, the room beyond was a small storage area with a number of loaded shelves. The majority of the contents appeared to be collections of tomes & other volumes, along with stacks of scrolls, a collection of large artworks, & various smaller artifacts. The place of pride in the collection was taken up by a pair of holocrons. In general terms, they were identical. Both were dull red pyramids that pulsed slowly with an internal light. The individual decorations, however, made it clear they were identical. Likely two backups of another holocron tucked away here for save keeping.
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Post by Sakri on Oct 19, 2017 17:45:57 GMT -8
Her only response to the returned compliment was a single nod; by this point, it should have come as no surprise that her reply was entirely nonverbal.
Upon her entry into the proceeding chamber, her attention was immediately drawn to the pair of holocrons. She couldn't help the half smile that tugged at her lips, nor did she really make any attempt to. Mentally, she wondered about her newfound lack of control in that regard.. but the appeal of finding another one of these precious artifacts was suddenly a more pressing topic than any ruminations she had to make.
Sakri began walking over to where they sat, her green eyes seeming to reflect the soft red light from the pyramids despite the dimness and distance. She could feel the eddies around them, the untold secrets..
Some corner of her mind was dearly hoping that her companions did not attempt to take away her prize. It would be a shame to have to remove them..
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Oct 19, 2017 21:11:21 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustifar>>
-Ob
Well, it would seem that we have some prizes to divide out. Would you happen to have a preference for which you would like? Or would you be willing to be bought off for your part in cold hard currency?
Ob really hoped she would be willing to be bought off for as much of the treasures as possible. However, it was likely that she might be hunting some particular piece or other. If it was a small enough piece, he could easily justify handing it over in exchange for getting the woman to leave the rest undisturbed. On the other hand, if she decided she was going to take it all for herself, Ob feared they would have another fight on their hands.
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Post by Sakri on Nov 14, 2017 18:29:39 GMT -8
Sakri kept her gaze upon the holocrons for a few moments before turning her head towards the soldiers.
"These are what I came for."
It was a simple statement, one that made it clear she had made up her mind already. Briefly, she surveyed the rest of the room, her expression unmoving.
"The rest is yours."
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Nov 14, 2017 18:49:00 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustafar>>
It seemed that she wanted the holocrons. Not really that much of a surprise, but disappointing all the same. At least from first glance they looked to be identical. Fortunately, there was a simple enough way to check. Force artifacts were expected on more of the digs on the planet, so specialist gear had been distributed. The device that Ob pulled from his pack looked like a somewhat large plate with a trio of rods that folded out to form an enclosed area. The holocrons were carefully maneuvered into the area one after the other. The device was based on recreated rakatan technology. It was, very simply a holocron reader. While actually deciphering the contents of a given holocron would take weeks or months, it would be able to compare the content pattern. The result was a very comforting near perfect match. This particular set were also a good bit more extensive that others Ob had seen. It likely had at least five distinct gatekeepers with their associated knowledge, & possibly far more than that.
-Ob
Looks like they are both the same. So no harm in each of us getting one. To prove I'm not trying to double cross you, I'll even let you pick the one you want & we will take the other. Sure you don't want payment for your cut of the rest?
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Post by Sakri on Nov 14, 2017 19:14:36 GMT -8
She tilted her head slightly as the device was produced; there was no sense of hostility from the man, but she didn't let her guard down as he maneuvered around the holocrons. Finally, he declared their identical nature, and she raised an eyebrow, staring him down.
After several long moments, she nodded.
"Acceptable."
She stepped over to the holocron that was farther away from her counterparts, taking a few breaths more before continuing.
"Your payment would be welcome."
True, she had only come for the holocron; but if this being was insistent upon offering her currency for her journey here, she would not turn it away again.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Nov 16, 2017 19:56:40 GMT -8
==Adventure Archeology SL==
<<106 PP; L19 Sector, Mustafar>>
It took a few more minutes before the 'rescue' crews arrived. The internal spaces of the vault had been heavily shielded enough to block the Clan interlinks, but the disconnection has served as just as much a warning beacon as anything else. The arriving crews were happy to discover that both members of the team were alive & well, not to mention the trove of items they had discovered. The presence of a third member was a bit of a surprise, but a little explaining settled that quickly enough. Enlisting outside help, willingly or not, wasn't entirely unknown to the clan. It was also standing practice to honor any agreements made by the team leaders to outsiders. As long as they weren't completely beyond the bounds of reason. The processing of the collection, to determine exactly what it held & the probable worth of said items, took a bit of time. But it was over far quicker than most would imagine such a task would take.
At the end, a number of crates had been prepped for transfer to the force user's ship. Each was loaded down with nova crystals, one of the most stable & widely excepted forms of currency in these unsettled times. It was, by a fairly generous measure, a fair sized small fortune. Of course, how long it would last would depend entirely on the person handling it. For most common folk, it would be enough to set them up with a fair sized estate on a frontier world with enough left over to ensure the comfort of their grandchildren. To those with more adventurous disposition, it would probably not last out a year before being squandered on one thing or another.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 19, 2017 12:46:02 GMT -8
The ride down to the volcanic surface of Mustafar was rough. Rougher than most trips to a planet's surface. Turbulent winds and heavy volcanic activity in the vicinity was the cause of that. Breaking through the upper reached of the atmosphere, the three AAL's and the fighter escort was given their first look at the obsidian towers that were Vader's Castle in the distance. However, it also gave them their first look at the defenses arrayed against them. Several legions of B1 Battle droids of various types could be seen marching forth from the mouth of a cave, supported by what looked to be B2 Super Battle Droids. Undoubtedly leading to an underground foundry. Kelborn and his team would take care of that. Right now, however, it would seem as though all three teams would have to work together to achieve a foot hold on the planet. Vulture Droid Fighters, noticing the incoming Imperial ships, rose up to greet them. As the fighters broke off to engage the enemy, Savage hit the release on the ramp. The sulfuric, ashen air flowed in, causing his cloak to whip about. Above the howling wind, he looked to his apprentice.
"It is time, my apprentice. We lead the charge here!"
Shrugging his cloak off, he turned to the open ramp. Closing his eyes briefly, he inhaled slowly. Upon exhaling, his eyes snapped open and he stepped off the ramp, free falling from the AAL. As the AAL's continued their trip, Savage was in free fall. The wind howled past him, deafening. But he was already well within the currents of the darkside. When he was finally in range of the ground, that's when the fun would begin...
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Luxeria
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Post by Luxeria on Dec 19, 2017 14:12:30 GMT -8
Luxeria remained locked in her meditation, the exchange of memories doing more than influencing confidence, but developing the mindset of just how the other fought. It would be unclear if such knowledge would reach the surface, only time telling such. But in the end, she was certain the purpose behind the initial connection had been achieved.
Though the rough approach did little to stir Luxeria, it was the sudden growth in the dark-side that began to return her to reality. The memories within her mind receded as her eyes began to open, her senses stretching out towards the flow. She could feel Viox, already drawing on the Force. It seemed battle would start the moment they stepped foot off the AAL.
Taking a deep breath, she undid her harness and stood to her feet, looking down to Vasari as she did so. "It's time." She moved to the ramp as the sensation of of slowing came, suggesting they were about to land. Luxeria hit the release for the ramp to see what awaited them. The hot air was the first thing she felt, already making her uncomfortable. She ran a hand through her auburn hair, which seemed to come alive into the orange light of the planet. "Talk about the treatments my hair will need after this is over."
Any who might have heard her might have very well lost any confidence in this woman being a leader if she was so concerned with her appearance. But they would see, that despite the effects the heat would actually have, it was more a passing comment than an actual concern. It wouldn't matter anyway. She glanced back to Vasari a final time as the ramp fully opened. In the skies she saw fighters already unleashing barrages of lasers at the coming Vulture Droids. In the distance, her eyes caught sight of the droids coming to meet them. With that, she gave a sigh.
"Well, that's disappointing. I was hoping for something a little more challenging. Oh, well. It can't be help." Cocking her head to the side, it cracked as she stepped off the ship and began making her way towards the droids in a casual walk as the troops began to unload.
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Viox Savage
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 19, 2017 15:17:54 GMT -8
Mustafar - Blackguard LZ
As the first AAL touched down, and Luxeria was already on the move, Colonel Locklear was already on the move. Disembarking the Lander, Locklear and the six other Shadowtroopers on board were already marching forwards, several paces behind Luxeria. The silver armored Sith Troopers were busy setting up and securing the landing zone. As Locklear marched, he reached down to the small of his back and pulled off the cylindrical device that was the lightsaber pike. It extended to its full length. As it did so, Locklear thumbed the activation stud. The yellow blade sprang to life. On both his left and right, two paces behind him, the other Shadowtroopers followed suit. And just in the nick of time. Blaster fire rang out towards the advancing troopers. Luxeria seemed unaffected as the droids opened fire. At this distance, all the Shadowtroopers could do was deflect the laser fire away. It wouldn't be until they got closer that they'd be able to accurately deflect the shots back at their targets. And so, the battle for Mustafar began...
AAL Two:
The second AAL touched down on the rocky mesa. Spouts of lava shot up from the rivers flowing around them. But the black armored Death Troopers disembarked, unaffected. Major Kelborn had one job, and that was to shut down the droid foundry, at any cost. The AAL containing Luxeria, Vasari and Colonel Locklear had touched down directly east of the Castle, and the oncoming droids. Kelborn's AAL touched down to the north. A flanking maneuver. Kelborn and his squad of Death Troopers marched forward, still hidden from the droids by large outcroppings of volcanic rock. Once they were in position, they'd flank the droids and push down into the foundry...
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Post by Xakire on Dec 20, 2017 4:31:05 GMT -8
Xakire instantly could feel the difference in the air as the landing craft's ramp opened, allowing the sulphur, ash filled air to surround them...but it wasn't just the air that changed. He could sense the Dark Side. It was strong here, perhaps almost as strong as on Iridonia.
When Viox leaped from the landing craft which was still a decent distance above the ground, there was little heasitation from Xakire who followed behind his master in a free fall towards the ashen surface of Mustafar.
I swear he's going to be the death of me, he thought as he felt the wind and ash against his face while he fell to the ground, closely behind his tattooed master.
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