Skirmish at Yinchorr [CLOSED]

[Killermcgriddle]

Tossing and turning in bed, deciding not to fight with this so called sleep which he can't seem to find and go for a walk. After pulling on the mesh-like clothing that goes underneath the armor and eventually pulling on the actual armor Farren pulls on his helmet and put his pistol on its back holster. "Better to have it and not need it, then need it and not have it. A very old saying, but so very true." Walking out of the barrack with a tiredness, and wanting to find sleep soon he heads to the mess and get something with caffeine... while remembering to turn on the helmets air filtration system so he doesn't gag on his way in.

After getting caffeine into his system and feeling somewhat more awake, Farren goes for his walk around the facility making sure not to pass any of the higher-ups who might question why he is still up and in his armor. Walking around in a what would be a deformed and really wide circle, and not knowing where else to go he goes to the armory to look at the weapons in store there. Nothing much compared to other Imperial facilities but enough to keep it well defended for a short time.

Inside the armory, and looking at the weapons Farren see's a good number of them. His E-11 in the place he put it not so long ago, a few light repeaters and a heavy repeater, some stun batons, thermal dets, concussion grenades and a deactivated protocol droid. An old, outdated model by the look of it. Walking to the droid and letting curiosity get the better of him he reaches behind the droid and flips the switch that turns him on. "I am P-38b, how are you today." "None of that 'human/cyborg relations' crap? Are you broke or something? Or just used for parts?" "I am being what you call 'scrapped' yes. And my power reserves are running low until I get my capacitors recharged, so would you please be as kind as to re-deactivate me." "I think this droid just told me to shut up... "

Deactivating the droid, Farren punches it in the eye breaking it before walking out to resume his caffeine hyped walk around the facility.

 

[Brand]

Iniquitous pushed his way past Xedan and entered back into the cold durasteel hallway of the base. "You, trooper, over here!" called the acolyte, flagging down a patrolling soldier.

"Sir?" the man asked, his voice augmented by his helmet's speakers.

Iniquitous took note of the man's rank patch before speaking to him. "Gunnery Sergeant, notify your platoon commander to have his unit in the training gym within fifteen minutes or be referred to me."

The stromtrooper nodded vigorously and Iniquitous sent him on his way. These soldiers were by no means undisciplined, but a little hard work and training never hurt anyone. Iniquitous called back up the map of the facility in his mind and began working his way towards the gym to get an early start.

As Iniquitous walked he contemplated their time thus far. The base was teeming with life; Yinchorr was a well populated base, with a strong garrison. Xedan and Iniquitous had both met the battalion commander upon arrival, a Colonel Yeager. He was ambitious, devious, and ruthless, just the way military officers needed to be to succeed. These attributes probably described his explosive shoot through the ranks to be such a young field director.

Iniquitous shook his head. The Sith didn't care about age, but talent; those without power and skill would fall behind while men and women with potential rise to the top.

It was all a massive game of king of the hill, and Iniquitous was determined to be the undisputed champion.

 

[DeathToll]

The lift doors slid open, and Zsaekriel's focus turned away from Xael and towards their objective. He hesitated. Nodding with a head gesture for Xael to again take the lead, Zsaekriel felt the need to remain cautious and keep their facade going. He could feel the much happenings above them and knew it would be much more diffucult to get out than it was to get in.

Walking straight down the open corridor, it was loud. Every other five feet was a large dust-ridden pillar and every other inbetween was some sort of bulbous cylindrical tank - toobed to the levels above. Further along the sides of this lower level were many turbines and minor generators. They walked in deeper towards the fuel cells, as Zsaekriel remained more focused on the stirrings above; still carrying their explosives beneath his dark cloak...

 

[Aluminum Falcon]

As Zsaekriel nodded, Xael noted the gesture and took the lead once more. They journeyed deeper into the lower level, passing various engineering works and electrical components. While all of this seemed rather important, it wouldn’t provide the scale of explosion they were looking for. They need to find the fuel cells, which would be a few corridors down. Xael’s boots clanked against the metal grated floor as they walked, he glanced down, and saw that beneath the grating was a drainage system, obviously for flooding.

The group passed a few more corridors to the left and right, but continued on their forward path. There was little activity down here save for engineers walking to and fro, and they didn’t dare question why two Sith were being lead around by a Stormtrooper. Xael stopped as they came to a large door centered in the corridor. He leaned and activated the access panel, and the doors slid open. The fuel room opened before them, containing the entire power source for the base. There were cylinders shooting off in every direction into the ceiling, feed points from the source of energy that lead to the entire base.

“This is it. Do what we need to do so we can start heading out before we detonate them. And try not to place the package in an obvious location. I’d hate to see our trip cut short after all of this.”, said Xael quietly to his companions. He then turned around, and watched out the door for anyone.

 

[Killermcgriddle]

Walking out of the armory and down the hall nearest the door leading outside he stumbled over a piece of garbage laying on the ground and noticed the door to his left was opened. Looking through it he saw nothing but tunnels and wires and cables. "Maintenance room perhaps? I think so, but why would the door be left open? I thought this stuff was locked to anyone but maintenance." Slightly looking around, and seeing noone, Farren decided to go in. After a few minutes had passed and he was still not arriving at anything that seemed entertaining he chose a left hand corridor and at the end of it... he saw... "Xael? Is... that you? I didn't know you were maintenance! Need any help?"