Event Escape from Mataou - Broken Steel

[Newton]

It looks like IG droid was giving him the dirty look. Did he offend it or something? Was it something he said or did with the astromech droid? If the IG droid wanted to probe the droid or force it's compliance anyways, Newton didn't stop him, and wouldn't have. Droids aren't really capable of lying generally speaking. Newton was more relived that the astromech droid could understand basic because he wasn't the best at Huttese or whatever archaic old other languages that they might have spoken when this factory was active.

Newton would nod at the dark figure, no sound, got it. The Blackwell Manager still had his blaster readied, for future threats as he would fall in line behind. IG has the rear covered, they should be prepared for future threats from the droid intelligence.

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[Cyrene Nilar]

noticeing Monochrome raise a finger to his and point down the tunnel, her hand latch around a frag grenade on her belt and threw it to Monochrome (@Phoenix), he seemed to be good at throwing things, so perhaps could make use of it.

she grabbed her other frag grenade to be ready at hand should she need it and aimed her pistol down the corridor, moving slower quieter to mimic her temporary companions.

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[The Storyteller]

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Clang.

Such a simple, quiet sound, that of metal-on-metal, reverberating in the hollow silence of the tunnel. For a moment after the gentle echo subsided, there was only silence. The organics traveling through the passageway might have, for a time, believed themselves alone. Safe. Their paranoia guided them along, and rightfully so, for far, far down the paths the man’s clang was met in kind with a chorus of others in kind.

Clang. Clang. Clang. Clang.

The iconic sound of unified robotic feet storming down metal corridors would reach the group as they traveled in silence. Sound carried far in the empty tunnels, but such a sound was deceptive as it echoed around them. The precise location would be difficult to pinpoint, but it would be enough to remind them that they were in a place inimical to organic life. The droid defenders began to march through the tunnels in a file of two, blasters raised. The idea of the organics being capable of piercing deep into the heart of the facility appalled the master of this complex, and it would ensure no such crime would come to fruition.

As they passed beyond the L-shaped junction and continued straight, the B1 droids sent to deny them their advance struck. A single red bolt flew from one of the side junctions. It was an inaccurate shot from a basic machine of war, but it was enough to let them know they weren’t alone. It would slam into the metal just above Newton’s head, searing the gunmetal grey wall.

Another bolt would fly from the opposite direction from a tunnel farther back, sent towards Allegra, equally as inaccurate. Ahead, another file of B1 droids began walking straight towards the group, putting them in a three-way pincer. To Vizim’s left, though, a tunnel was left blissfully empty, and a gentle light beamed up from a hatch in the floor a few meters ahead.

If they entered the hatch before the coming droids could overwhelm them in the confined space, then they would drop out into another wide open corridor, this one brightened with fluorescent lights. It would seem empty, for the most part, and a number of sealed doors lined the walls.

IG-0R, had his photoreceptors been capable of such movements, would have rolled them as the Mandalorian's helmet and jet-pack banged against the tunnel walls, producing echoing clangs. This operation called for stealth, and his Hutt masters had sent him into battle with some of the least stealthy meat-sacks they could manage to find, it seemed. Droids could have performed the task far more efficiently, and quietly; IG-0R had never heard of a properly set up droid failing to achieve absolute-

Another sound. Clanking. Rhythmic clanking. IG-0R knew that sound; its audio profile was filed in its type recognition database. The distinctive alloy clank, the slight buzz of magnetic cohesion servos... the droid would have rolled his photoreceptors again if he could. The Hutts really would take anything that could hold a blaster.

"Alert!" the droid called, turned to aim down a side corridor as a blaster bolt spanged against the wall behind the group. "Hostiles! Coming from the side!"

The IG-0R's photoreceptors swiveled, and he saw the open hatch down another side passage. He pointed toward it, continuing to fire at the goose-necked war droids materializing out of the gloom.

"Hurry! That way, meat-sa-, I mean, worthy ones!"

 

[Casany Praxor]

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One freaky headspin and a ‘Plan B is also Plan A and you’re a dumb meatbag’ later and Cas hung back in the rear of the line with Igor. Somebody had to check the droid and it may as well be a Mandalorian. Lack of armor notwithstanding. Her thoughts drifted, not on blasting a manic battle computer with a blaster, but blowing it up with a bomb. She was better at cutting wires than crossing them. Then someone threw a grenade and she thought about blasting whoever did that but it wasn’t live at least.

At the rear, Cas gradually heard the noises as they grew louder. Not boots. She gripped her blaster and looked around. Legs of steel. As the first bolt flew, the bounty hunter snapped toward its direction.

Meanwhile, Captain Obvious computed the bad situation everyone was in and alerted them to it. “No shit, Igor!” Hostiles were indeed coming from the side and from all sides it seemed. The moment passed and so did Cas’ fears that they were being surrounded. No, the droid had found a way out. Cas sprung for it. She wasn’t playing ‘cover the rear’ this time. The circumstances were a little different.

“Move aside, di’kut!” She conveyed while pushing past whoever was in front of her. This was just so she could crouch beside the hatch with an empty tunnel behind her and everything else before her, so not really 'covering the rear' this time. Maybe the Force-user or her vod would help her and the droid cover the escape? Igor was fantastic at fighting but could only take on so many.

“Go go go!” Cas barked. Precision blaster rifle and all. Cas could scope out a few targets and buy some time for those less inclined. She wasn't a hero. She just might need meatbags of her own and didn't want to waste them here.


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[Vizim]

They were almost certainly going to be cornered and killed, right? That was surely what was coming. And yet he had no option except to continue onward. He heard the clanging sound ahead - it was ahead right? - and he assumed that signaled the droid army he'd been hearing so much about.

His thoughts were interrupted by the cracking of a blaster bolt that forced him to duck further than the tunnel already required. He snapped up his pistol and returned fire, though whether he hit anything was questionable. What he was really doing was looking for a way out.

And there was one. Like a literal beacon of light it was definitely too good to be true. He felt like they were being herded to some other, more creative slaughter. He didn't wait around, though. The assassin droid called it out, and Vizim was moving already.

To the hatch, sliding through, and hitting the ground below his pistol was already up and looking for targets, but found none. Instead, he shifted from under the hatch so as not to be crushed by the next person coming down.

 

[Allegra]

With the wide shot, the woman uttered out a sharp curse and ducked, scowling. "Why do they always come from karking tunnels?" the deep vocabulator ground out, giving a retaliatory shot, before ducking after the Force User.

Slipping into the shaft after him, she scooted back to allow others in. But her gaze panned across the many hatches... she scowled and let out a low curse.

"Dammit."

So much for a 'safe' route.

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[Newton]

The droid engineer felt that his hair got a bit singed when the blaster bolt hit just above him... Thank goodness it didn't land just a bit lower... With that, Newton would get down and grit his teeth. Close. Newton would start firing a few shots in at the B1 droids. A model known for being fragile, so a shot from his heavy blaster would destroy one in one hit. But they were also for being numerous, which is bad since that's a lot of blasters pointing their way. Fortunately they weren't the best shots. Still Newton minimized his profile as he was firing, to avoid more close calls or hits actually connecting on him.

There was a hatch there, there was a gentle light. Maybe that's where they are supposed to go? Or could it be something else. It looks like the only way out for now. He couldn't disobey the dear leader Igor though either way.

Newton would go down the hatch in good time as well. He'd get to the widened hall that was better lit too, but lots of sealed doors. No hostiles... yet though.

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[Cyrene Nilar]

who would thought that the narrow tunnel ways were the set up for trap. ducking slight as first rang out, Cyrene readied the frag grenade in her, activating before immediately throwing it down the corridors of shot that had missed the droid guys (@The Good Doctor) hoping to destroy a few if use blast to disturbed they move and formation of any droid.

she would follow after her fellow "chosen" down into hatch she was half tempted to close the hatch behind her, so Igor couldn't follow and leave the droid to it's fate but he had been adequate distraction for the other droids, lay down covering fire for them, so it could exist for now,

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

The clanging of Gett'se's helmet echoed on for quite a while, a lot longer than the mandalorian thought it had any right to. And then it got louder, and more repetitive, and he realized that what he was hearing was no longer the echo of his helmet hitting the ceiling but instead something much more sinister.

Marching droids.

Before the company had much time to react to the noise they were being fired upon. Blaster pistol at the ready, Gett'se returned fire as soon as he had a shot, but the droids were seemingly an endless wave.

Following the crew of chosen meat, as IG-0R had called them, Gett'se rushed to the open shaft that beamed brightly like a beacon and dropped down into the open and brightly lit corridor, all the while thinking it was a trap. Everything seemed to be a trap in this gods forsaken bunker.

"Where to now Eye-gee?" He would ask the droid as he eyed the closed doors that lined the corridor, checking the charge on his blaster pistol.

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[The Gatekeeper]

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It was irritating that the designation for the organic contractors was "Worthy" or "Chosen" ones according to the droid's Hutt masters. They had named them and IG-0R had to use the names given, though it grated in an unexpected way. Reaching to its back, the IG unit un-clipped the waiting launcher attachment for its DC-17x, snapping it into place on its blaster.

There seemed to be an exit, a route without any hostile droids. IG-0R's programming assured it that something that looked too good to be true usually was. However, even with the lower efficiency of the B1s to its advantage, IG-0R didn't have the ability to simply blast its way through all of them. Not without taking enough damage to make the whole endeavor pointless as it would be unable to complete the assigned mission.

"Follow the Shadowy-Meat-Product (@Phoenix) to safety. I shall provide cover."

And cover it provided, launching a grenade from its launcher into the midst of one of the B1 patrols before beginning to reload the launcher with another shot. If the organics were able to get in before IG-0R however, the second launcher shot would be fired at the mouth of the tunnel once the IG unit was past it with the organics, to create a limited tunnel collapse to aid them in their escape.

From its control room - which a few service droids were beginning to restore to its former grandeur after the computer's Hutt masters had used it as a store-room for what seemed to be cleaning supplies and old machine parts over the last few millennia - Z1MM's attention snapped to the feed from one of the cameras, watching as the intruders dropped through a ceiling hatch into a corridor which was distressingly close to the location of the system's central processing unit. At the same time, the telemetry from several of the B1s stalking through the tunnels went dark; that troublesome guard robot, with help from a couple of the armored organics, were laying waste to the advancing formations in a holding action as the others escape, no doubt intending to follow after them.

Had Z1MM not been above such things, it would have cursed as colorfully as any organic. As it was, the computer searched what could only be called frantically for information on the corridor the intruders found themselves in.

Upon discovering just where the group was, Z1MM would have smirked in cold satisfaction, had it been capable.

Inside the corridor, the lights abruptly turned red, and a klaxon began to sound. Above each of the doors lining the corridor, a bank of eight lights appeared, the right-most beginning to fade on each. There were mechanical sounds and the hiss of coolant from behind each of the doors, and a prerecorded voice began to speak, first in what sounded like an archaic dialect of Basic, and then in Huttese.

"Hakend. Ghardand- sredl mleikoada roghod kav henven ghod pas. Zal dhunlikaroe ghey gynslei hal prelasi wokel sari ji den denboe. Ghod pas vl ghey blenlei heki ghaldayae socdeg dhukak. Drefoe ri, zal dhunlikaroe ghey gynslei hal prelasi wokel sari ji den denboe."

"Bakanh. Chahsonh- ahbeu keueka-ou madah gee doneha dah wopa. Tytung sinsekoha doth panteua bai wahuota bu lumpa ree ateema. Dah wopa noa-a cuanesa du doubobae mon donocha dopa'ta. Hahwa mee, tytung sinsekoha doth panteua bai wahuota bu lumpa ree ateema."

After a moment, the first light faded, and the voice sounded again.

"Sebdi dhukak."

"Mon keeta dopa'ta."

 

[Vizim]

Was IG talking about him as the "shadowy-meat-product?" Well at least it meant Vizim was on the right track, right?

Vizim walked over toward the doors but they appeared to be locked. So what did that mean? They had to keep moving forward?

All at once, the sounds of a voice spoke over the loud speaker above and lights began to tick down above the doors. He wasn't completely fluent in Huttese, but he spoke enough to know what the voice was saying.

Eight lights, eighty seconds, dozens of doors... It didn't take a genius to figure it out and he cursed this turning once again to chaos.

We need to get out of this hall, now, he said, and didn't waste any time intending to take off down the corridor to try to get out of it as quickly as possible.

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[Casany Praxor]

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Shadowy meat product? Cas thought about those three words as she escaped down the hatch behind the others but in front of Igor. Mask had proven himself to be versed in the Force, and suddenly the Mandalorian found herself finally asking the million-credit question. Which side of the Force is he on? It was a trivial query, perhaps, except that if he was on the black side or whatever then he could not really be trusted as much as if he was a Jedi, at least in her experience.

Inside the corridor, the red lights mixed with a blaring alarm might have been reassuring in a nightclub but they were unfortunately far from being in such an establishment. Maybe if they survived all this. For now, whatever was next in this mechanical nightmare was not going to be pretty.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire, huh? Cas' fingers flexed on the barrel of her rifle, training its muzzle on this door and that one. After the voice spoke its piece, she nodded after Mask. “Agreed.” Then she took off after him, keeping pace while aiming her blaster forward and backward, wary of shadows jumping out at her any moment now.



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[Allegra]

She scowled in her helmet at the countdown; she should have expected it, but it was too good to be true. They should have fought their way through the B1 Battle Droids at least, but even that excuse seemed weak in comparison. But at the klaxon and the voice raised hairs on the back of her neck, and she snarled.

"Dammit."

With that, she kept pace with the poncho-wearing female (@Die Shize ) and the Force User (@Phoenix ), also gripping her blaster. She would begin hurrying with them to find the exit door; no doubt it would be locked. But 'War Droids' sounded downright awful. She would also break into a flat sprint, tapping at others. "Come on!"

Hopefully, the IG could keep up, but she wasn't going to just stand there as time ticked on. Like the female, she was prepared for any sounds other than releasing coolant, any forms that would descend from the darkness. But if she had to, she would buy time for the group to escape if necessary, but for now, she wanted to live, dang it.

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[Gett'se Vizsla]

Gett'se's question to their mechanical taskmaster was interrupted as a warning claxon began to sound and an automated warning began to ring through the enclosed space. The first warning was rough and hardly understandable to modern ears, though the mandalorian could gather a rough understanding of the danger. The second warning in Huttese was much starker, sending a chill down the warrior's spine as he eyed the dimming red light indicating the countdown to certain doom.

"Kad Ha'rangir, sarsala ni kot at jorir cayatr, sarsala ni gett'se at troan kyr'am bal to gar o'r jalyimtr be darasuum kote" Gett'se bowed his helmeted head and muttered out loud in Mando'a, pressing his forehead against the body of the pistol that would hopefully carry him through the day... or otherwise keep blasting until his body was torn to shreds by the war droids weapons and his soul carried on to the halls of Kad Ha'rangir.

Finished with his prayer, Gett'se broke into a sprint after the others, eyes scanning the hall of doom for another door that didn't appear to lead to cold storage and a legion of war droids that were no doubt eager to fulfill their programming and annihilate the poor organics that ran from them.

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[Newton]

'Shadowy Meat Product' that's not a phrase you hear every day. If there is one thing Newton will remember about this encounter, assuming they survive it, it would be that phrase. But Igor was right, the dark figure has proven himself to be very competent here. Newton didn't need the droid's input to know to follow his lead, really. When the alarm klaxons came on, it could only mean one thing. He heard bits and pieces of the Huttese, yeah... He made out 'War Robot's' Newton has heard the term 'War Droid' but "War Robots' makes them sound as if they were older. But they are still probably dangerous and Newton does not want to see them They the group needs to haul ass out of here.

They are getting closer, right though? If the machine intelligence here was holding those in reserve, they wouldn't have deployed them if they were on the right track. Surely.

The IG is watching their back, and that droid should be more than enough to cover them while the rest of the group advances. With that, Newton would keep behind the dark figure, now that they don't have hostiles shooting at them immediately, Newton would use this chance to reload his pistol, putting a fresh powerpack inside. And with that, he's good to go.

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[Cyrene Nilar]

why do Hutts hoard everything and anything that could come in use at some point or another was her first thought as they voice announced it's warning, she hadn't heard of the type of droid before though it wouldn't surprised her if was some old mothballed droid model that has seen in the past century or more since that's al they seen down here.

But she wasn't going to stick around find out, she followed after her fellows looking for sort access door or escapee from this place, hopefully they were getting closer to their target because this place death trap that only getting worse and worse by the second.

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[The Storyteller]

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If one more of these organic fools delayed, IG-0R would have to adjust its own parameters regarding shooting them dead in the back and moving on alone. It had been a near thing before to make the decision not to shoot them, and it was something it could adjust with barely any effort. But, again, the benefits of keeping them around outweighed the negative.

Just.

By a margin of 0.03 of a percentile.

To a messy organic that likely wouldn’t have been enough to dissuade but IG-0R was above such petty organic behaviors, and if the percentile did not meet the required amount then it would not be done. Still, as the alarms began to sound, IG-0R reflected on its initial calculations as to how difficult it would have been to infiltrate the facility by itself.

According to the calculations, IG-0R alone wouldn’t have raised an alarm until at least two thirds of the way to the objective. Organics were so sloppily.

Reconfiguring its blaster back into the rifle configuration as it began to pick up the pace, IG-0R would outright push any of the organics that slowed down. If it needed to, it would even drag them behind it as it began to focus more of its attention to moving faster through the tunnels without unbalancing itself.

Harder than one might expect given its spindle-like legs.

“Unless you wish to see what a true War Droid is capable of doing to your fleshy parts in an enclosed space – move yourself with haste or you will be moved.” IG-0R's visual receptors focused on some of the slower organics, “This unit will drag you to the objective kicking and flailing your pathetic limbs if it must.”

Its receptors flexed and rotated.

“Correction. Flailing may cause disruption; the limbs will be removed before the dragging commences. Make haste, organics.”

The warning klaxons continued to sound and red warning lights continued to sound as the group sprinted down the corridor. Every few seconds, an automated announcement played in proto-Basic and Huttese, announcing the time interval until the droids presumably behind the doors lining the corridor reactivated.

The droids behind the doors were ancient, and some would have considered them obsolete. However, in their time, they had trodden the radioactive battlefields of ten thousand campaigns. Their kind had known defeat only a handful of times in their storied career, and even then, always at great cost to their enemies. They were armed with weapons which had humbled armies, and could take punishment few modern droids could endure thanks to unmatched durability and a mechanical simplicity not seen in a long time.

Z1MM, watching from afar, felt the closest thing it could to a sense of pride. These were the soldiers of Xim, whose fist had enclosed the stars, and whose name would outlive time. Despite the passage of an age, they endured, ready and able to serve as they had in the old wars. These kiirium warriors would march across the face of Vontor, slaying all before them, starting with these troublesome organics.

At the end of the passage was a door, still wide open to admit fleeing personnel, as per protocol. However, as the group approached, it began to close; there would be just enough time for all of them to get through. Even as they began to do so, however, not all was well.

From behind them, the klaxon abruptly stopped, and there was a collective hiss as the doors along the corridor opened. Cold mist filled the passage, and there was the sound of ancient hydraulic actuators, and the thudding footfalls of something huge and heavy taking its first steps.

Several somethings. Dozens of somethings. There were a few steps, and then nothing as whatever was in the mist came to a halt.

The recorded voice sounded again.

"Ghod pas blenlei. Dakicoe dhakun- imlonl gynens. Zal roghod ghey nun hakiv heki indescriminate ghakal moda. Serki rifudei dui. Drefoe ri, serki rifudei dui."

"Dah wopa cuanesa. Hopkepa sokie- kouuanu pacanla. Tytung madah doth ateema bapkem du indescriminate dokoi kau. Bahva mewizaee hiee. Hahwa mee, bahva mewizaee hiee."

There was a pause, and then the ranks of mist-shrouded shadows took a collective step forward...

 

[Vizim]

Vizim had plowed down the hallway without waiting for the others. They'd probably keep up. He made it through the door to much berating from their "guide" but as the door began to close and the klaxons came to an end, things did not improve.

Mist whipped up in front of them and there were faint shapes of what Vizim decided were bad news in front of them.

"Indiscriminate violence" or something close to it was what the voice was now declaring. Vizim moved to the side and out of the doorway, starting to look around for any routes out or ways to slow or destroy the robots. He didn't know how much further they had to go to the control room, but he preferred running to fighting in a case like this.

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[Newton]

Newton was keeping up with the dark figure, staying behind him and and getting through the door in time before it shut. Although sometimes Newton does field work for Blackwell, he is beginning to feel weary of all the running. If Newton had a BitFit device on him, he'd at least know he is getting quite a lot of steps in. Still, reality sets in, and who knows how much longer they got until the end of this long run. The droid intelligence seems to be threatened to bring what sounds like heavy-duty war machinery in the background and lots of them, so they might be close. But that's just a hypothesis.

The klaxions stopped. It's pretty clear from that and the other sound, and the changing atmosphere that things are going to get a whole lot worse. It is getting a bit colder and here, Newton feels. At least those things that came out of the doors from doors they passed are sealed behind the door that just shut.

After seeing the dark figure moving to the side, Newton would spread out and start leaning on the opposite wall and lowering his profile. He would have his blaster ready... for all the good it might do. Like Vizim, he can see the vague profiles of what appears to be large hostiles. "Uh, does anyone have any explosives?" he would inquiry. Soon might be a good time for them.

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[Casany Praxor]

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Cas was all for a fight but, under the circumstances, this might be a fight that she might lose before getting her first swing in. Whatever metal monsters were slithering into the misty night just then there was a very good chance that she would not wake up from the nightmare. More than that, their window of opportunity was coming to a close. If any one of them decided to pause and shoot back (something Cas was accustomed to, sure) then it just might mean not making that door.

So Cas ran along, powering the muscles in her legs to carry her toward the exit beside Mask and Corporate and anyone else who fancied to follow. In that very moment it was very much every soul for oneself. Cas cocked a brow at Corporate’s question just then. Explosives were right up her alley. Except this Mandalorian was not carrying any.

“VOD!” She barked toward Gett’se. Surely the armored Mando had grenades? It didn’t matter if he didn’t like Mandalorians who took their helmets off. If they didn’t do something to delay their assailants then all of their heads might just come off. “Fire in the hole!?”



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