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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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  5. The Wook

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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."
     
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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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  8. Kring

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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.