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  1. The Wook

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    The Wook's freighter was currently docked with Nem'ro's corvette as they traveled through hyperspace to a presently uninhabited system. Well, it was technically inhabited by some ancient Exile war droids. But as far as biological life went, nothing was to be found. Yet. The Wook intended to change that by taking over the space station and re-purposing it for his use. The path here had been filled with giant squids and ambushes, but most importantly things had been a success. They'd obtained a map of the space station, and a prototype virus to be used against the droids. Because he did not know how infectious the virus was, he elected to keep OZ-442 out of this mission.

    The corvette's superior shielding was needed in order to get close enough to fly the freighter into the hangar bay. Otherwise the freighter would get ripped apart by laser cannon fire and they would die of suffocation in the cold void of space. It was a fate most of them would rather avoid. Once the corvette delivered the freighter and strike team, it would retreat to a safe distance.

    A holographic display of the station was projected in the corvette's briefing room, every member of this operation was present and The Wook outlined the plan. "Wrrhw huurh aarrragghuuhw huurh uughghhhgh uggguh huuguughghg uughguughhhghghghhhgh awwgggghhh aaaaahnr," he said as the hangar bay was marked with a pulsing red light, "huurh raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh aarrragghuuhw huurh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg hnnnhrrhhh uugggh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg aaaaahnr raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh wuuh aarrragghuuhw aguhwwgggghhh." a solid green line traced its way down a hall, around a corner, and to a small side-room. "Huuguughghg wrrhwrwwhw huuguughghg huurh huuguughghg uughghhhgh uggguh uughghhhgh hnnnhrrhhh huurh huuguughghg."

    From the substation, a yellow line snaked its way down another hall, past two turns, and lead to a central room. "Uughghhhgh hnnnhrrhhh aaahnruh uggguh uuh uughguughhhghghghhhgh, Aarrragghuuhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh Huuguughghg awwgggghhh aaaaahnr huuguughghg uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughghhhgh huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh huurh huurh wrrhwrwwhw raaaaaahhgh huurh Raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg aguhwwgggghhh uughghhhgh aaaaahnr huurh huuguughghg." The control room layout expanded into a more detailed layout, and a control panel cluster pulsed green. "Aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh uggguh huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh huurh aguhwwgggghhh, aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw huurh huurh. Hnnnhrrhhh uughghhhgh, wuuh huurh uugggh uughguughhhghghghhhgh huurh awwgggghhh aaaaahnr wrrhw raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh, huuguughghg Uuh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg uughghhhgh huuguughghg aaaaahnr aaahnruh wrrhwrwwhw. Raaaaaahhgh aaaaahnr?"

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  2. Kring

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    Kring sat looking at the holograph taking it all in as The Wook spelled out the mission and everyone's part in it. The space station was fairly good sized and the droids could possibly be a problem, but the pirate's blood burned inside of him as he itched for a good fight. The station itself would be a great addition to The Wook's ever growing position in the Cartel and since he was paying Kring quite well, the pirate had no problems following him into hell to obtain the said space station. "Seems a good plan ta me."
     
  3. Darren Romulus Reed

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    As ever, Darren Romulus Reed had ensured that he was not only on time, but appropriately adorned for a ball. The invite clutched in his hand was a work of art, having cost a small fortune to put together - embossed gold lettering picking out the message on a simple set of ivory paper -

    Mr. D. H. R. M Reed Esq,

    The Lord Chamberlain is commanded to make invitation of you on behalf of Her Majesty, Queen Lucille of Alderaan.

    Please make attendance at the commemoration of the coronation of her most Blessed Majesty, to be held at the date following.

    Sat in his room, he ran a fine golden combe through his hair - waxed to the greatest of extremes - and double checked his finery. He wore a Hit-Series Suit to offer some minor protections, with an open shirt and a cravatte of the finest silk, set off withhis trust CSR-2A Pistol under his jacket, and a Talon Self-Defense Cane, his commlink and Datapad stowed appropriately.

    Winking in the mirror he blew himself a kiss and offered a slight bow "Your Majesty, Reed," he winked again as if at some imaginary Princess "...Darren Reed." he smiled. Lookin' fine Darren, the rogue throught, as he walked to the door and flung it open to welcome his public. "Darlings! Thank you, thank you...what?"

    He blinked.

    This wasn't his ship.

    He blinked again.

    The pleasure barge? No surely not.

    It all came flooding back to him. That party, the gambling.

    The Flop.

    He whinced. Pushing the painful memory of the previous evenings gambling, in which he had clearly lost, and thus lost his yacht with which he had assumed to make an entrance at Queen Lucilles event, and obviously had ended up staggering back to his more modest lodgings on the Covette.

    "Swear to...." he mumbled to himself, as he arrogantly strode down the Corridor, attempting to let off an air of confidence that belied his misfortune "...one day, the combined hangover will kill me." Darren stopped, grabbing a passing droid by the arm and pointing to what he assumed to be a lounge "Pan-Galactic Synapse Warbler, in there keep them coming till I black out." he instructed, ignoring the droids protestations as he strode into the assumed-lounge and directly into the Wooks briefing.

    Slowly, he sidled up to a small bar-like stool and settled into it, catching the tail end of the brief and indictating he had not questions at all.

    Partly, because he had no idea what he was letting himself in for.
     
  4. Faison Kelborn

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    The Mandalorian stood there in silence as he listened to the Wook's briefing, the translator in his ear making sense of what would otherwise be a collection of growls and roars to him. He had thus far appreciated working for The Wook despite the language barrier, despite the hiccups associated with their working vacation on Bestine. The plan as it was outlined seemed simple, direct, with as few aspects as possible to have go wrong. The only portion that seemed risky was the unknown as to exactly how many droids were active in this space station, and would be getting in the way as they attempted to fight their way into the security substation.

    While he wasn't an expert in all things tech, he had picked up a few things from hanging around his compatriots like Lazarus - the kid was easily the smartest tech-head the Mandalorian knew. He was curious why The Wook hadn't enlisted his services for this mission, but to each his own. He had heard of Spectre's reputation, and had confidence the man could get the job done just as well. On paper, it all seemed to be all but complete save for the action to take place, but Faison actually did have a question:
    "Are we certain that uploading the virus in the substation will infect the whole network for the droids, or just those in the immediate area? We may want to have a contingency plan for making our way to the main security hub if things go to osik."

    The mercenary glanced over at Reed who had made himself known and gave him a slight nod. It had been a while since he'd seen the lush bastard. It was good to see him alive, but by his appearance, it seemed he was ready to drink himself to death by this rate.
     
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    The Wook nodded at Faison's question. It was a question he wasn't certain of the answer to. "Aarrragghuuhw huurh uughghhhgh huuguughghg. Haahnruh uggguh raaaaaahhgh huurh uugggh raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh wrrhw. Raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh hnnnhrrhhh. Huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw huurh aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh uuh aaaaahnr wuuh uughguughhhghghghhhgh," he growled in answer. The Wook pressed a button and two paths appeared highlighted in blue. "Aaaahnr aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh raaaaaahhgh wuuh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg aguhwwgggghhh uughghhhgh wrrhwrwwhw aarrragghuuhw wrrhw. Huuguughghg uuh uggguh, uughghhhgh aaaaahnr uugggh, raaaaaahhgh huurh huurh."

    He nodded at the group. "Aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh uugggh aaaaahnr, huurh wrrhwrwwhw huuguughghg wuuh raaaaaahhgh aaaaahnr uughguughhhghghghhhgh aarrragghuuhw."
     
  6. The Storyteller

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    As expected from an Exile space installation, the base The Wook and his crew were travelling to was armed to the teeth - enough to handle multiple fighters and bombers and freighters. Enough to take out a few gunships too. It was a station with it's own defences but it was not meant to be found alone against a corvette as it was soon to be.

    The Corvette dropped out of hyperspace a fairly reasonably distance from the station itself due to the nature of hyperspace travel not being a precise art at this stage. The station's on-board systems, though older than those of the modern Galaxy, were still sophisticated enough to respond to an armed, unknown, vessel making it's way towards it. Protocol was for the station to demand identification first but the systems were corrupted so the station didn't bother asking for identification.

    Instead it seemed to suddenly light up like a life-day tree as it's multitude of anti-ship weapons erupted into life.

    Blasts would slam into the shields of the Corvette, which would hold. The force of the barrage was enough, however, to shake and rock the Corvette and the freighter within. The Wook and his crew would know that they had arrived and they would know that they were not welcome.

    The Corvette flew closer still to the station, it's shields beginning to take a bit of a dip as it came within a distance deemed close enough for the freighter to make it to the hanger bay. The captain of the Corvette wasted no time,

    "Alright Wook, you and your guys take off!" he urged the Vigo nervously, "Our shields can take the pounding only so long at this range and I'm not risking shooting the gun emplacements considering you guys want what's on that place - so take off, get on there and we'll pull back to a distance we can re-charge our shields."

    There was a pause before he added,

    "Good luck."
     
  7. The Wook

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    The pilot announced they were exiting hyperspace soon, and The Wook nodded at his gathered crew. "Uughguughhhghghghhhgh aaaaahnr huuguughghg huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh! Huurh raaaaaahhgh aaaaahnr uughguughhhghghghhhgh aaahnruh aarrragghuuhw wuuh." Now was the exciting part, flying close enough to the station to land a freighter past the barrage of laser cannon blasts. He quickly led them to the freighter and a droid sealed the hatch behind them. In the cargo bay, which had been converted to a troop-carrier layout, were multiple, open crates displaying any number of gleaming blasters that looked like they were itching to get into battle. The Wook didn't doubt that they'd brought their own gear with them, but it never hurt to have options when assaulting a hostile space station.

    He donned a wookiee guard armor, one of the rare times that he would be seen in the heavy armor. Normally The Wook liked to be unencumbered, but this was something different. They were not just fighting some random group of thugs. This was a full-on battle against former military droids, as aged as they might be. Taking chances could be dangerous. He hefted a pulse-wave rifle and grabbed one of the lightsabers that belonged to a pair of Syresh cultists known only as The Twins. He clipped it onto his belt. The thing would be useful for cutting through any doors they couldn't security spike their way through, or particularly troublesome droids.

    It was when the muffled thuds of laser fire hitting the shields grew more rapid that the captain's voice crackled over the comm again, telling them to get off his ship, but politely. "Aaahnruh! Uughguughhhghghghhhgh huurh raaaaaahhgh!" he roared up the gangway to where the cockpit was. A hasty affirmative shot back down and the pilot tipped the freighter away from its docked position on the corvette. With a low whine of superheated plasma, the thrusters kicked the Nerf-Herder forward towards the station. It did not take long for the Anchorage's defenses to recognize the threat and fire on the boarding party's ship, but it was too little, too late. The corvette had brought them close enough that the freighter could fly in without suffering much bleed-through damage from the hits to their shield.

    The Wook flinched out of pure reflex as a spray of sparks burst from an overloaded cable along the cargo bay ceiling. Lights flickered, held for a few seconds, then flickered again as power erratically surged through the damaged wiring. The Wook stood in front of the cargo ramp they would be running out of shortly and faced the group. "Wrrhw uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh huuguughghg! Aaaaahnr huurh, huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw!" he growled. "Aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg uughghhhgh, raaaaaahhgh huurh raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg wuuh raaaaaahhgh wrrhwrwwhw aaaaahnr uughghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uugggh awwgggghhh aaaaahnr!" He was not really one for motivational speeches and crap like in the holovids. Kick ass, take names, and brag about it was his M.O.

    And then, the laser fire ceased and the ship abruptly slowed in momentum as it fired reverse thrusters. A loud clang echoed through the freighter as it landed a little faster than recommended speed, but they were getting inserted into a combat zone after all. A loud hiss and spray of steam gave them the warning that the cargo ramp was about to be lowered. The Wook turned around and drew his lightsaber in his left hand, but left it unactivated. He held that arm our in front of him and steadied the barrel of the rifle on that forearm. This way he could shoot, but still react with the lightsaber if need be. A seam of light around the ramp grew larger and larger. When it was almost all the way down, The Wook roared and led the charge. He could see a group of droids in the hangar bay. Unsurprising, but with their method of boarding, not much warning had been given for the droids to gather a welcoming party of much size. He sighted the rifle on the nearest droid and opened fire.

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    Kring boarded the freighter and stood by the ramp as The Wook guided it out of the Corvette and toward the space station they were supposed to take over.
    He had ditched his usual vest and pants and donned an light armored suit instead. It would help him with the coming battle, as it would protect him from blaster bolts much better than what he had on before.
    The pirate also had a blaster rifle along with his holstered pistol. He also wore a bandolier with extra power cels for his weapons.
    He was a bit anxious to get into battle to test his newly upgraded cybernetic arm. He had paid quite a bit to get the strength enhanced as well as getting a small retractable blade inserted into the wrist... and Kring thought droids were perfect for this kind of “testing”.

    As the freighter landed and the ramp opened, he was a bit surprised by the “turn out”. He thought there’d be more droids to welcome them, but he was sure there would be plenty of them to kill before the mission was complete.

    As The Wook roared and went out blasting, Kring followed him out firing his own rifle as well, aiming for the droids on The Wook’s blind side.
     
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  9. Darren Romulus Reed

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    This was all terribly exciting, and Darren - eager as he was to ensure he did not come out of this particular adventure as a human colender, made a quick detour to his room once the Wook reminded the team to get their gear in order. He felt a modest tremour through the ship as he flung open his wardrobe and got dressed for the mission at hand. A sheer red cape went over his shoulders, a twin set of SP-20 Blasters into each holster, his CSR-2A taking its position in a shoulder holster, which rested over his contractor armour - and he quickly looked in the floor-to-cieling mirror that dominated the rooms rear-ward wall.

    His placed a bright blue shirt on over the armour, and a lazy looking gold chain, with the letter D at its zenith.

    "Lets do this." he remarked to nobody in particular, clipping a few frak grenades onto his belt, as he raced onto the frieghter just as the boarding ramp was shutting.

    "Good luck."

    He caught the phrase over the intercomm just as he boarded, and looked up the control room which housed the well-wisher. Blowing the man a kiss, and offering a wink just as the door closed, he turned back to the team, and heard the Wook informing the team that he already had arms and armour on the ship. Shrugging his shoulders as the team began to notice that he had changed his entire outfit to something more outlandish whilst their very important briefing had been ongoing, Darren smiled "One of you took notes right?" he asked, the piloting interrupting any replies as he steered their vessel down and toward their target.

    Guns out, Darren translated the Wookiees rumblings, facing the boarding ramp, and drew his two pistols, spinning them as he did so (because why not?), their weight all to familiar to the gunslinger - as was the weight of the hip flask that rested behind his right holster. Resisting the urge to take a quick swig, Darren opted instead to take a few names, and drink later.

    One, two, three shots fired from his pistols in quick succession - hammering into the earest droid as Darren got on the move, zigzagging out of the ship and down the ramp, keeping pace with the Wook as the team advanced, for despite his popular image as a rogue and a drunk - when it came to a firefight, Darren was in his element. He stepped out to the Wooks right, covering the beasts flank with a withering deployment of blaster fire, each and every shot blasting a hole through the head of a Droid with unnerving accuracy.
     
  10. Faison Kelborn

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    After speaking with @Clayton, i had received permission from him to use this as an opportunity to lay claim to an advanced rifle, linked below in my post.

    Stereotypically, Faison was already prepared for the task at hand as soon as the announacement was made for them to board the freightor. He slipped his helmet on and was just about to reach for his Adjudicator blaster rifle when The Wook announced he had some gear on the ship. At first, the Mandalorian side of him dictated he stick with what he knew, but the Corellian inside of him won over as he left his rifle with his duffel bag in the meeting room as he followed the rest to the ship. He had the rest of his usual loadout, so worst case scenario he would still be deadly in a scrap - and he did not fear anyone stealing from his bag which he left behind, as most people knew that stealing from a Mandalorian was a dangerous proposition. To be safe, however, he stopped a serving droid and pointed at his gear. "Take that to my room. Now."

    Better to be safe rather than sorry, as they said. When the Mandalorian boarded the freighter and was given the opportunity to see what armaments The Wook had available to him, he was not disappointed. There, sitting within a blaster rifle rack in all of its force-begotten glory, was a Mark-70 blaster rifle by Czerka Arms. The weapon was easily the benchmark in weapons design, and he had longed to get his hands on one of them simply by virtue of its customizeability. He quickly claimed the weapon, which had the scope attachment up top and stabilizing tripod on the bottom folded up against the barrel. It didn't take long for the Mandalorian to discern that it was currently set in the standard blaster rifle configuration, which was fine for his purposes. But he also noted that the extended barrel attachment was inserted into the back stock, which meant he didn't need to shop around for that accessory later. While it was altogether likely he'd need to clear it with The Wook later, Faison was certain he had found his adequate payment for the job. Well, part of the payment. He still needed the credits, naturally.

    The Mandalorian spent his remaining time within the freightor checking the weapon and claiming several spare power packs for his newly claimed weapon. For those who may have been observing him, the mercenary seemed truly enthralled by the piece of gear, and was eager to put it to use. He would soon have that opportunity as the ship docked and the loading ramp lowered to the deck of the station. As could be expected, The Wook was the first out of the ship, lashing out with his characteristic wild ferocity at the nearest hostile to the ramp, with the other two guys following behind cleaning up those immediately around The Wook whom he left alive. Faison took a different approach.

    He moved steadily, his eyes sighted down the scope of his newly acquire weapon as he peered down range across the hanger floor while slowly descending the ramp as it became increasingly safer to do so thanks to his companions. While his weapon was not in the sniping configuration, he still had the ability to reach out and touch something within 300 meters in its standard kit. If there was a target to be seen within range, he would train the crosshairs of his scope upon it and fire a trio of shots in a triangle pattern. If not, the Mandalorian would focus on the entrances to the hanger, ready to bring the pain on any reinforcements.


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  11. The Storyteller

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    The Nerf-Herder was able to slip into the station without too much trouble and that was good - any longer under the attention of the anti-ship defences and the civilian-grade shielding on the Nerf-herder wouldn't have been able to hold out.

    Although the system wasn't able to fully prepare it's internal defences, those being the droids that it had to thrown at the invaders, there were still droids in the hanger area as a precaution and they were getting their work in today it would seem. A group of GR8 Series Battle Droids were the guards that the Wook and his men would have to best to exit the hanger. Thankfully for The Wook and his crew, only 8 of the droids were actually in the hanger with them, a skeleton guard crew to be sure.

    As they were rather spread out, there were four roughly to the left of the group and four roughly to the right of the group. It worked to the advantage of the droids to create a cross-fire but they were not the most responsive droids in the galaxy, each of them taking a second to actually 'come alive' as it were.

    The Wook's opening salvo would blast open the central casing on one droid that was turning to face the group properly, causing it to shudder and fall backwards to the deck, inoperable.

    Kring focused on the other side, again managing to catch one of the droids as it was turning, blasting out one of it's knee joints and managing to score a hit to the head as it's profile lowered from the damage.

    Darren came out gun-slinging, firing in the same direction as Kring to cover The Wook, firing with his blaster pistols. With his weapons being weaker than the rifles that his allies were using, it took more damage to actually put down the droids. Despite not being the most advanced droids on the market, the GR8 were armoured with durasteel where possible and Darren's pistols at the range they were at lacked the punch to tear through it in one hit. For his efforts, he managed to destroy one of the droids with three of his blasts, but the other droids he aimed at managed to turn themselves in time to avoid being destroyed, though one of them did receive a glancing blow along the side of it's head that sheered quite a lot of the armour from that side of the head.

    Faison fired with his rifle, aiming for a trio of shots to one of the droids in the group The Wook had aimed for. The trio of shots, from his current rifle, was more than enough. The first shot shattered the armoured shell of the droid's chest, the second punched clean through and the third hit the power cell's connectors. Unlike a shot to the power cells, this didn't cause an explosion but it did cause the droid to fall down, inactive, as it's power source was now no longer attached.

    With two droids remaining on each side of the invading group, the droids were now positioned to react. With a target each - the droids opening fire with their integrated blaster rifles. Their programming was based on the idea that a kill was a kill so they didn't both trying to be fancy, they each just shot four shots from their blasters at the chests of the intrepid adventurers, tracking for movement as best as they could so that they weren't just shooting where their targets had been.

    Four shots at the chest for each of the invading crew members.

    The station itself was reacting while this was going on, in the process of locking down the hanger doors in an attempt to hamper The Wook's progress further into the station. This was a slow process however due to the age of the station and open to being interrupted if one of the Cartel men could make it across the hanger to the control panel before the blast doors fully closed.

    In the corridor directly beyond the blast doors however, there was more to contend with. 30 meters from the doors out of the hanger, at a junction in the corridors, crates had been piled to chest height so that two GR8 droids on either side of the corridor had cover but were still in a position to open with with their integrated arm blasters. Between the two pairs of droids and their makeshift cover, a single turret was in place on the ceiling between the two groups, with the speed and power of a blaster repeater ready to be brought down on the crew as they advanced.


    Current remaining enemies in area: 4
    Current remaining enemy positions: 2 to the left, 2 to the right, relative to The Wook once he steps off the ramp
    Current distance to enemy positions: 50 meters (for rather large hanger)
    Current kill count: 4 droids destroyed
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  12. The Wook

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    A metallic, jerking groan echoed out as a hangar door, almost seized with rust and disuse, started to close at a painful rate. " Raaaaaahhgh! Guurh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh huuguughghg!" he barked. The Wook turned sideways and ignited his lightsaber while he brought the rifle to bear on the droid that would have been Kring's to deal with. His formidable strength allowed him to handle the rifle one-handed better than most would, although it was still awkward-feeling. Darren would have to handle the rest of it if the droid wasn't scrap. Luckily that guy had two blasters. He squeezed off a quick two shots at the thing, which was all he could safely do before he needed to react to the droid that was firing on him. His lightsaber was in-between himself and those shots however.

    He caught the first two on the crimson blade and sent them crashing into the floor with a spray of sparks. He was now turning back to fully face his own droid, which allowed himself a better sense of control over the deflections. The third bolt that he deflected was sent back grazing along the side of the chassis, leaving behind a glowing-read streak. The fourth bolt was not too far off that mark and melted through the pre-heated metal in a flurry of sparks that sent the droid stumbling backwards. The Wook grinned behind his helmet. Back when he first started bounty hunting there was no way he could have pulled off something so slick. Years and years of combat experience against all sorts of beings really paid off.

    He trusted everyone on this team to not kark up and die against a single stupid droid that was on the verge of breaking down. Otherwise he wouldn't have brought them with to assault a station filled with them. His droid taken care of, he advanced to the blast door, lightsaber still out and ready to catch any stay bolt that headed his way. He pressed his body against the wall to one side of the blast door and poked his head around the corner to scout the advance. He groaned and quickly pulled his head back when he saw a turret protruding from the ceiling. Once everyone had dealt with their droids and made their way over, The Wook spoke. "Uughghhhgh, hnnnhrrhhh huuguughghg aarrragghuuhw aaahnruh uuh awwgggghhh aguhwwgggghhh raaaaaahhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh uggguh uughguughhhghghghhhgh huuguughghg raaaaaahhgh aarrragghuuhw wuuh huurh," he growled. "Hnnnhrrhhh raaaaaahhgh uughghhhgh huuguughghg uughghhhgh uughghhhgh, aaahnruh wrrhw huurh aarrragghuuhw huuguughghg huuguughghg huurh huurh wrrhwrwwhw huurh."

    He turned the lightsaber off and stashed it on a clip for now, then tossed a grenade to Darren. "Huurh wrrhw raaaaaahhgh huuguughghg huurh hnnnhrrhhh uuh uughguughhhghghghhhgh. Huuguughghg uughguughhhghghghhhgh huuguughghg huuguughghg uughghhhgh uughguughhhghghghhhgh, wrrhwrwwhw raaaaaahhgh wuuh aarrragghuuhw, aarrragghuuhw uughghhhgh awwgggghhh raaaaaahhgh aaahnruh." He took a better grip on his rifle and readied himself. After a brief glance at Darren to make sure the human had the grenade ready, he nodded at the rest and poked out of cover just enough to take aim and fire on the turret, which he did so and lit the thing up like a life-day tree.

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    Kring nodded and moved to the control panel on the right side of the huge blast doors and looked it over.
    He had broken into several places before so a control panel shouldn’t be a problem...hopefully.
    There were many different colored wires leading into a screen with a green light on the top and a red light on the bottom. The red light was lit...indicating the doors were in fact closing. “How quaint.” the pirate said with a snort, but he coupled that with a thankful grin.
    It was actually a good thing that the station’s systems hadn’t been upgraded in a while or hacking the door would’ve been a lot harder for the pirate to accomplish.
    He took two of the wires out of the panel and quickly spliced them together, which would hopefully stop the doors from closing.

    “I think I got it.” he said as he looked up at the doors to see the results of his handiwork.
     
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    If Darrens life was a video game, someone had set the difficulty mode to easy, and as he fired off his shots toward the enroaching Droids - Darren briefly wondered if perhaps he had been underselling himself when it came to dolling out the hurt. Sure, his weapons didn't pack as much punch as the Wooks or any other member of their party, but still - the pain train it seemed, was leaving the station.

    As the Droid fell to the floor, beeping no doubt about the unfairness of non-sentient rights in a cruel galaxy, Darren has little time to offer a whitty repost, and instead found himself rolling out of the way of the Droids binary buddies. Trusting his own abilities to not die, Darren watched as the Wook threw a grenade at him, and as he excited his roll, dropped one of his pistols and caught it - almost instinctivly. He closed his eyes, waiting for the explosion to claim his life, and then, after a second, opened one of his eyes.

    "Neat." Darren observed that he was not exploding. He lobbed the grenade down the hall as instructed, and then ducked back into cover.

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    And so it seemed the task of eliminating the last droid in the hanger fell to Faison, as The Wook and company proceeded onward to the blast door. Not that he was complaining, except for the fact that the one droid that they decided to leave standing was the one that fired at Faison. Still, not complaining. It wasn't like the Mandalorian wasn't up to the task anyway, as the mercenary had continued his descent down the ramp after he loosed his shots and before the droid fired its counter volley. The first shot would whizz past his head and ping against the durasteel ramp, with Faison dodging the second shot as he entered a crouch and positioned himself behind a series of crates near the ramp. The remaining two shots impacted against his improvised cover, with the Mandalorian immediately springing up after the fourth shot and pumping three shots of his own in quick succession into the droid - center mass.

    Kelborn had noticed the effect his previous shot had when he aimed in his triangle formation, noting that the third shot disabled the droid's power cell coupling and thus disabling it on the spot. So, he aimed his shots at the remaining droid in a similar manner, hoping to quickly dispatch the droid as efficiently as possible. If his efforts were successful, the Mandalorian would then fall in with the rest of his group and take his position as The Wook issued his instructions. As they all sprung into action, Faison was quick to lend his own fire to The Wook's target, firing two shots as quickly and accurately as possible without showing too much of himself so as to serve as an easy target for return fire, popping out, firing, and popping back into cover within the span of a second.
     
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    The Wook was able to use both the rifle and his lightsaber to dispatch two of the droids while Kring went forward to stop the doors from closing - which was, indeed, a rather easy task considering the technology used in the door terminal had not aged as well as the droids and the turret defences that were available. Both Darren and Faison were able to lay down fire that destroyed their own dangers, leaving them to stack up with the rest of the team.

    With the blast doors not closed, The Wook and his crew were able to bring themselves against the defences that had been set up beyond the doors.

    The turret was actually a lot better than the droids that were available - a lot better. Able to react to The Wook's weapon as it emerged around the side of the wall, the turret laid down a whithering level of fire (6 shots) that would interrupt The Wook before he could fully bring himself out of cover. If The Wook continued to try and lean out the rapid fire blaster bolts would be coming right for his head - if not, The Wook was unlikely to receive any damage to himself but his rifle had been the primary target so could not say the same.

    This did, however, leave the turret open to the fire of Faison. The mercenary was able to lean out just enough to fire at the turret while it was firing at The Wook. This was after it's first volley of shots however so the shots at The Wook still happened, but it was enough to stop the turret from making anymore shots, shaking it in it's mountings, stopping it from firing anything more but not destroying the turret outright.

    The grenade from Darren came sailing through the air towards their enemies, exploding roughly halfway between the two groups of droids in their cover. Due to the grenade landing on the ground before exploding, part of the blast was absorbed by the crates but there was still enough destructive force behind it to destroy two of the droids. The remaining two droids began to lay down surpressing fire, firing at either side of the open door as quickly as possible (1 shot every second) to keep the invaders behind cover. The turret, sparking slightly, would go slightly insane and begin just firing randomly down the corridor, firing on full auto in a random pattern, working itself up to over-heating quickly but filling the middle of the corridor was a massive amount of blaster bolts in the mean time.

    Past these defences there was a straight shot to their goal, which rested behind a set of doors that were actually broken, having been sealed closed with an arc-welder some time in the past. Within the room however was a final obstacle, a final test.

    A lone droid, an automatic conqueror, stolen by the Exiles for just such a purpose, as a last line of defence. This beast of a droid stood ready, ever watchful, in the room with two repeater turrets either side of it on the ceiling as well.
     
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    Confirmed the details within this post with @Nefieslab via discord.

    Honestly, Faison saw this coming. While he appreciated their style to attack hard and fast, thus far their tactics carried an air of recklessness. First, The Wook and company left a droid remaining when they proceeded to the door, then second they were now pinned down by a turret in overload. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, to be sure. As it appeared, his previous shots had caused the turret to go haywire and fire down range at full auto. The mercenary was content to wait until the turret overeheated, which would be about five seconds from the moment it filled the corridor with blaster shots. Once it overheated and was forced to stop firing, the Mandalorian would then raise his rifle and push off slightly from the wall, careful to ensure he was still in cover as he did so from the droids' crossfire.

    It wouldn't take long for him to notice the pattern of their suppressing fire, roughly firing one shot every second. It was with this timing in mind that he would start 'pieing the corner' He started off with moving a few inches closer, revealing the crates providing cover for the droid on his opposing side who sought to pin him down. He would then take the next increment, careful to time it just as the droid loosed a shot elsewhere. As the droid appeared within his sights, Faison quickly pulled the trigger twice withint heh span of a second, filling the space between the droid's first shot and his following shot as he aimed at the droid's upper center of mass.

    If his shots rang true, he would then proceed to take the next increment of the corner - presumably as the turret was still inactive, and attempt to finish it off with another two shots from his rifle - all while remaining secure from the only remaining droid's lane of fire. Any blaster bolts fired from that droid to Faison would only ping against the wall considering the fact he was several feet back and coming at the corner at an angle.


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    Kring, first off was no soldier. But he was familiar with the tactics that the Mandalorian was putting into practice. Upon seeing Faison moving forward down the hallway, the pirate knew full well that cover fire would help him accomplish his plan, so he planted himself next to the right wall and popped out to provide cover fire for the Mandalorian. Once Faison reached the crates and hopefully disabled the turret, Kring ran forward skirting the wall and ducking from oncoming fire from the remaining droids. He himself reached the crates just behind Faison and then began again timing his shots with the Mandalorian's own shots.
    If anything, he provided another target as a distraction for the droids to shoot at... that way Faison could take them out a bit easier.
     
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    Ew.

    Darren mumbled to himself as he saw the Automatic Conqueror - a form of Droid he had only seen in collections before, but their history was no less terrifying than their visage. Briefly, he contemplated shoving @Faison Kelborn out in front of the Droid, if nothing else to buy him a bit of time to make a rapid escape to his ship. He pushed the idea from his mind however - when he recalled that @The Wook and others might frown upon such a course of action.

    Indeed, as @Kring offered himself up as a distraction - Darren saw his own job as easy, and he sat back in cover, and waited for the shooting to stop.
     
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    The Automatic Conqueror was, of course, behind sealed doors in the command center safely out of their sight and knowledge. The Wook ducked back into cover as a hail of blaster bolts from the haywire turret sprayed the hall. The turret, in chaotic mode, did not take long to overheat. Faison took a cautious, smart approach, and managed to take out one of the droids from cover after the turret stopped firing. Kring, on the other hand, took an entirely opposite approach and ran down the hall. He gritted his teeth and stood up. Kring had left his previous droids alone, and now was headed down the hall when one of the next set was still active. It was a phenomenal way to get shot. Darren was being utterly useless and just sitting behind the wall.

    "Dammit Kring, get down!" he roared. The Wook poked around the corner and aimed his rifle down the hall at where the other droid was hiding, assuming it was on the opposite side from the droid that Faison took out. He had to provide some sort of covering fire for Kring if he didn't want the pirate to get his face shot by a droid in cover. The Wook squeezed his trigger three times to send bolts down the hall, over Kring's head, towards the corner to encourage the droid to not kill the pirate, and hopefully junk the thing. They had to be more careful in this assault, and pay more attention to what was happening. They might be up against old battle droids, but that didn't mean getting careless was ok.

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