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Peter and Snow deactivated their lightsabers as the last of the Corellian thugs fell. Great orange gashes ran horizontal through clothing and body alike as the crisp pops of burning flesh crackled behind them. Several pillars glowed with hot magma created by their combat as the clacking on the keyboard slowed before them.
Screens filled with varying different programs glitched slightly as the chair that held the engineer slowly turned around, the bespectacled man's eyes widening as the united Sith and Jedi powerhouses glared down at him with the force still slightly fluttering around them. The pitter and patter of liquid spilling onto the ground made Snow wince a little whilst Peter simply too a step forwards.
"Ah-ahhh!" The squirming little man with a mop of black hair that was styled in just the right way to cover several bald spots tried to leap away only to find himself face-first in the cable filled ground. Scraping noises ensued as he tried to crawl away.
Dragging his right hand forwards Peter simply force lifted the short man. Said man began shaking in fear whilst Snow walked up to the computer and frowned. "Peter-san, the computer is doing something..." Narrowing his eyes whilst maintaining contact with the little man he started to exert some pressure with the force. The man's shirt stretched out completely as the threads started to slowly rip apart.
"I-I-i, I was only doing a mission!" Stepping back slightly Peter readjusted his perspective of the man and quickly lowered him to the ground.
"Sorry about that then... We are currently doing a raid of the Corellians. Maybe you need to find new missions?" The small man burrowed into himself a touch as he looked down at the ground, which was currently covered in his own fearful excretions. Snow looked on in mild surprise but quickly whistled to get their attention.
Both men looked over in surprise as the Sith pointed at the computer. "So? Can you stop whatever is happening here please...?" The little man groaned a little, holding his pants uncomfortably as he shifted over to the chair again and pressed a single button, the programs all stabilizing as whatever had begun slowly reversed itself.
"There, the self-destruct for the server is shut down. Could I get some credits from you guys just to get out of here. I took the mission out of desperation..." He shrugged his shoulders as some of the man's calm seemed to return to him, his hands still holding the edges of his pants in an attempt to keep the wet parts of his garments from touching his skin. It was a vain effort since he was already soaked.
Snow ignored him and simply took out her own data pad and hooked it into a socket on the left hand side of the vaguely modern looking computer system. Her eyebrows jumped in shock as she slowly slid her finger down her data-pad's screen, all the while Peter handed the man some spare credits found on the bodies of the guards.
Awkwardly scrunching his face Peter tried to smile whilst the smell of piss proliferated through the room, sometimes he thought the game was too realistic... "I know it is not a lot, but it will help. Also, just let my friends know that Pete let you go, they shouldn't do anything to you." The man nodded before skittering away, sweat trailing down his face as he discarded his Corellian outfit. He was smart to do that, Peter thought.
"Peter-san... Eviscerator isn't a boss." He cocked his head to the side as he rounded back towards her, his eyebrows furrowing as he began rubbing his hands together in nervousness. Why did his 'peter-tingle' have to work here as well?
"What, is it then?"
She flashed a false smile lined with a modicum of expectation and anxiousness. He dropped his expression as she flipped her screen around, the image of a large space Dreadnought rotating slowly with a full list of statistics on its capabilities filling his vision. 'Why do our missions always have to be annoying...' His thoughts were less actual question and more akin to rhetorical queries with whatever ran the force, though he gained little answer from that either.
"Great... Now we have to tell Mark that we have to attack a Dreadnought..."
Snow giggled nervously as she dropped a hand on his right shoulder.
"At least Spiff will be happy!" He groaned as the woman moved past him and strut back the way they came, the bodies of the Corellians slowly settling into the murky, dirty and dusty cable-filled floor. This was going to be a long day, he just knew it.
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Later in the day, Pax Aranea- Low Orbit- Fleet Yorkshire...
"What you are saying, is that there is a target that is so deadly that it could take out our whole fleet...?"
"Yes."
The moustached man that was dressed in 17th century Earth naval captain uniform sipped on some Yorkshire tea as his second in command, a well dressed man with a similar moustache and uniform, stood behind him looking impressive.
"And we want to take this out, yes?"
Mark opposite him nodded enthusiastically as Peter spoke to the leader of the Hyperlane Hustler's fleet. Wiping his beard slightly he couldn't help but feel a sense of wanderlust and also the twinkle at the back of his mind that this was a perfect opportunity to take himself a capital ship.
The grin on Spiffing Brit's face made the other members who were currently sitting behind Peter and Mark chuckle or scoff, who was doing which somewhat confused as the low lighting made visuals hard to discern completely.
"Give me those specs." Peter obliged and handed over the data pad, Snow behind him, sitting on a comfortable Nabooan lounge chair, looked at the younger man and exhaled slightly. Spiff ignored this display as his attention was immediately absorbed by the list of information before him.
He paced as he read, the other members following him with their eyes. Emma started to get a little frustrated with the lack of action until he looked up over the edge of the grey interface, a lustre to his eyes that belied the true excitement he held in the face of this challenge.
"Well-" He tapped the streaming icon on his character sheet before smiling widely, opening his arms out, "Hello there, ladies and gentlemen! I am the Spiffing Brit, and today we will be taking out a Dreadnought of Corellian origins!"
All of the Hustlers had their spirits raised as Peter smirked, Snow smiled warmly, Emma scoffed and stood, Mark rolled his eyes and started his own stream and Ned simply clapped, standing up and stretching as he did so.
"Let's get this party started! Sup chat." Ned started his stream as everyone else also started theirs. It was time to play the game. To fight for loot. Gain more power. And have so much fun in the meantime that the horrors of reality faded into the malaise of their subconscious.
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Syvris Solar System...
The moon of Syvris was a common haunt for smugglers and criminals of all types. Everything from spice smuggling, drug smuggling and human trafficking to organ harvesting and slavery was conducted upon this moon.
This place had originally been chosen due to the borders it shared between the Sith Empire and the Hutt Space. Now it was a haunt that was avoided by every single fleet that wished to not suffer exorbitant casualties. It was rumoured that the Corellians had, with their criminal contacts and some significant bribes, gotten hands upon a dreadnought.
Dreadnoughts had an eerie reputation for being as powerful as a natural disaster. Entire worlds could be snuffed with the concentrated fire power of a single one of these within a week, given enough firepower. Of course, these rumours were thought to be just that, rumours... Until a live demonstration had been made where an entire pirate convoy had been blasted into the frigid embrace of space itself, their cargo pilfered and the Corellians laughing as children, mothers and father were vanquished at their hand.
Since then, Syvris had been under new management. The management of a highly influential member of the Senate.
Grand Republic, Coruscant General Time- 11:50:10
From the astrometric readings that had been received from the sensors Spiff found that the system itself contained a single binary star, a few desolate worlds and a single tidally locked moon that, from all reports, had zero current output of anything remotely dangerous.
Fortunately, he wasn't flying blind on this mission. The data pad within his hand whirred up and down as the pass codes to several different hideouts and docks. One specific entry made his moustached face light up in glee as he slurped at his Twi'lek tea. He could swear the tea was modelled after Yorkshire tea sometimes.
"Pirate, it's time to keep to your end of the bargain." Spiff intoned as he looked to the side of the inner holds of the massive cargo ship they had commandeered.
"Lovely patrons ye all being... Steal me cargo ship then bribe me to send them wee codes there to convince me own brother captain that all be fine."
Spiff frowned as Ned stood up, blaster in hand and stared the pirate captain down. The Corellian man frowned and matched his gaze with equal disdain.
"And I'm sure that you'll be very displeased about getting a full pardon and an admiral's pension once all of this is over."
The grizzly Corellian Pirate narrowed his eyes before laughing uproariously with a huge toothy grin. This pirate was utterly devoid of cares it seems and had instantly been willing to give his 'brother-captain' away for the promise of peace and some money.
"Ahahaha! You're quite the sport young'un!"
Ned grimaced before stepping back, Spiff was watching him carefully before sighing and drinking down the rest of his tea. Waste not what not was always his motto when it came to tea, that and not dumping it in a river like a dirty American.
"What you need Spiff?" Ned stood next to Spiff as they watched over a thousand Mercenaries, two hundred Republic Spec Ops and another thousand normal troops getting ready for the plan they had organised. "I was just going to ask if the troops were prepared yet... Also, those droids..."
"We'll send the modified mark 1 battle droids ahead first. Don't worry too much, let the Commandos deal with the tactics and you focus on getting us there safely and joining us when we start the boarding." The Asian teen walked away, putting his armoured gloves on as he called down a commando.
Ned smiled and winked at the camera that currently recorded his actions. It was common between trips on raids such as this, for streamers, to sit down and guide newbs and also alleviate the boredom of travel for the more experienced watchers. The commando seemed to attract a lot of attention as Spiff watched his stream a little.
"Of course! We got some of the best troops that credits can get and I even managed to get a spec ops team from the Republic. They want us to arrest every single smuggler and criminal we can on the moon."
The teen spoke to his chat about the raid, skipping any details that would give away what moon he was speaking about and the fact that they were targeting Corellians. Still, it irked the admiral that people were so willingly talking about the entire affair when it hadn't even begun fully yet.
Spiff frowned as he slurped a newly acquired tea, putting the small dainty cup back on an ornate platter that he himself carried. The pirate was currently speaking over a holo-terminal to a fat Corellian who seemed happy to meet him and somewhat excited about the promised booze. The captured pirate captain was very willing to snitch on his syndicate and work with the authorities given the items he was offered.
His attention was suddenly dragged away however by Ned, who suddenly chuffed a little over the stream, licking his lips and answering a question his chat had asked.
"The reason is politics. Many of the outskirts of the Republic have been raided by criminals based from here... The outer rim of the Republic has been putting pressure on the current chancellor to alleviate this problem, which of course leads us to where we are now."
----Zoom Has Disconnected and Unfollowed your Stream----
His own stream was no better, though he refrained from answering specific questions such as location, time, faction, etc... The mood did pick up however as a noob started to ask questions about being an admiral and what class they should pick.
Grand Republic, Coruscant General Time- 12:15:32
The codes had been accepted and the communication blocking and sensor blocking had cut out. The pirate captain grinned like a madman and officially got his agreement down in writing first, Ned grimacing as the old pirate grinned over his head. One of the commandos walked up and checked the pad again, fixing some issues before giving it to Ned who then handed it to the pirate officially.
"With that, our part has been done. Now, just get us to the dock, we'll do the rest." The pirate smiled evilly and nodded firmly, his outfit shifting and tumbling as gold necklaces and jewellery shone across his exposed chest and fingers.
"Wonderful lad! I be glad to be seein ye again sometime in the future, if you be open to havin a drink with me that be..." He drawled as Ned awkwardly chuckled, accepting a handshake with the old criminal who the simply decided to plonk himself down on top an empty crate and swig what could be considered Corellian Whisky.
Ned blinked and turned away from the old man, walking up to the commando who had helped and slapped the man on the back, guiding him away and promising him a drink should we survive the day... Which of course they all would since Spiff was in charge. Did they think the 'game-breaker' was going to let some measly little Dreadnought stop his dreams of a second Space-British-Empire?
Spiff took the last swig of his tea and looked out over the storage space again. Today would be a good day. The tea would flow plentifully into his gullet and he would get a free Dreadnought all for the price of some minor tactical and strategic chicanery.
Grand Republic, Coruscant General Time- 12:35:51
"Spiff, we are a minute away from docking. Got everything ready?" Emma walked up, her countenance rather serious as she checked her own weaponry despite trying to get him to do the same. It was rather hilarious really to see her floundering through her own packs.
He stepped up to her and helped her check things, a thankful smile gracing her face as he grimaced and replaced a grenade she had been missing. "There we go, you got everything now. Now we just have to make sure we're cheeky little sausages and take that bridge, engine room and armoury before any fuss is raised."
Emma held her hand over her mouth as she stifled laughter, her eyes piercing into his own rather refined British irises before she began searching him for anything he may have missed. Naturally she found nothing, but it didn't stop her from running her hands over his ass a few times whilst making it seem like it was simply a check.
"You're all good." He hid a mild blush behind a sip of tea before lowering it and looking over at the activated droids.
They were similar to the Sith version but Republic in production. All of them had been outfitted for speed, having tracks that could travel at 100-200 kilometres per hour. It would be necessary due to the scale of the Dreadnought. Besides them, there were some minor HK-14 droids that were escorting Mark, the man having invested in companions more of late. Awfully noisy droids those types were and more than that, they were completely sentient in a xenophobic and derogatory way... They continued to call him meat bag.
"We be docking now lads! Good luck!" The old grizzled pirate slapped his hands down on a button on the main console of the bridge, the guard droids aiming weapons at him and lining the cargo bay.
Hisses resounded violently as the entire vessel shuddered. Sensors blared and red lights began flashing as the main cargo bay doors slowly began opening. Commandos gathered around the door, their weapons carrying silencer attachments and varying other doodads that Spiff couldn't comprehend. Slowly the doorway opened enough to allow people to enter, a slow smoke spilling out from the merging of two contained atmospheres.
Silence prevailed.
One second.
Two Seconds.
Three...
Four...
Footsteps emerged as Corellian pirates, smugglers and thugs stepped on board, their species almost as diverse as the mercenaries that had been hired.
A final step was made and the Commandos opened fire. Droids on tracks sped past and knocked over the already dead bodies, the plasma already having entered and pierced through the other side of the thugs. The droids disappeared along a very specific path as the spec ops simply sprinted through the docking port after them. Ned sprinted alongside Snow and Peter who were heading towards the Engine Room. Spiff and Emma quickly chased the trail of bodies that the droids and Commandos had left as the thousand mercs and soldiers poured in afterwards, filling the void and heading directly to the armoury.
Grand Republic, Coruscant General Time- 12:55:22
The race to the bridge was intense, the alarms already having gone of a few minutes ago, or was it hours, Spiff could hardly tell.
Bodies ran from doorways only to be blasted by him or Emma, the two making a capable team as they followed in the wake of the droids and Commandos. Some droids had been taken down already, but their pace had left many more casualties in their wake. Being 80th level droids certainly aided with that, but they would still take damage from a large amount of enemies.
Plasma fired through a corridor in front of them as a Commando fell to the ground unconscious, one of his comrades hoisting him by the back of the armour whilst laying down a slough of weapons fire. The entire section smelt of burning steel and ionised Tibanna gasses.
The fire stopped and the two continued, noticing as dozens of Corellians were on the floor slowly dying or completely unconscious; already dead. Their race continued until they reached the bridge where the droids were being utterly obliterated by hundreds of Blasters. Commandos lined the hallways and were throwing grenades in, the explosives dealing very little structural damage and acting more as a type of flashbang.
Two separate blast doors on the sides of the bridge opened and Commandos poured in, hundreds of pirates being arrested as the main commander of the Commandos waltzed on in and sent a short wave of communication to Ned... Who had broken off from Peter and Snow, apparently, he had decided to take over a security room instead. Something about a possible emergency signal being sent to droids or something, the Commandos had agreed with him so Spiff just accepted it as natural.
It didn't matter, the bridge was theirs! Finally, he could see his newly acquired, tea-conventionally named ship. Yorkshire, that would be its name, and it would be perfectly balanced, as all good things should be.
Grand Republic, Coruscant General Time- 12:55:50
Peter deflected a blaster bolt into an enemy thug as Snow behind him lifted several and thrust them into oncoming HK-14 fire. The droids were laughing in robotic tones whilst yelling about meat bags dying like they rightfully should do. It worried them both sometimes as the droids seemed mental...
Not that they weren't trust worthy, they had proved themselves so far by saving them a couple times from snipers, taking the shots for them. Mark was duel wielding his pistols as the engine hissed in effort, the controls having been deciphered by an astromech droid that had luckily been on hand as a spare.
"Snow, there are more coming from the corridor!"
"Thanks Peter-san!" The woman turned to the large but open blaster doors and closed her fist, sweat beading on her forehead as the force succumbed to her will... Metal creaked and squeaked as the ancient titanium-alloy doors shut loudly, vents activating around the room as fresh oxygen kicked in.
~"Ned, we've taken the Engine Room!"~
His communication device beeped again as the commanding officer of the main troops and mercs called to announce their control over the armoury. Now, it would seem, the main clean-up would begin and people would be arrested and tried by the end of the day.
There had only ever been once punishment for Pirates, death. And that was what made the old captain of the cargo vessel so intelligent.
"This was so much fun! Let's go again!" Snow punched the air as her energy bubbled over. He grinned in her direction as a loud bang hit the blaster door.
"You guys good to help out yet???" Ned's voice seemed tired already. Peter couldn't blame him really, paperwork was apparently a bitch.
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