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[PbP] Star Wars: Crush the Rebellion - Group Aurek
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It's not even been 24 hours since the last post. Let a man get his coffee before poking him. I'm assuming I need to up the Difficulty Dice as it's challenging core beliefs, yes?
Vox looked down at the other human. "Do you share your friend's loyalties?" He said as his lightsaber blade danced ever so closer to the woman's face.
"Are you kidding?" The woman shied away from the lightsaber. "Space her and the Alliance, I want to live. Get that thing out of my face, I'll tell you what you want to know."
Vox smiled and looked over at his comrades. "You heard the woman. Space that one." Vox helped the turncoat up and got her a seat. "Now, attacking an Imperial Space Station isn't something a bandit crew would dream about doing, so who called the shots on this one? Was he a Jedi?"
'You heard your friend. Move.'
Nova starts to shepherd his prisoner towards the hole in the ship, keeping his pistol squarely buried in her back as he does so.
Rolling Coerce to get her to walk, or at least keep her erratic.
The insurgent held at Vox's mercy spoke quickly. "She calls herself Fulcrum, but I don't know her real name. None of us do, we're just one of the cells. We got a little outside help on this one - the Jedi. He's leading the assault down on the planet."
"What do you hope to gain from collaborating, Gella?" The insurgent moved as prodded by Nova. "A quick death? Betrayal is the worst of all sins."
"Her cooperation is appreciated. She'll live to see another day. Your loyalty to traitors, however, has cost you your life." Vox waved his hand at Nova. "And as for you, Gella. Take your ship and leave this sector. Live an honest life as an Imperial Citizen. But know this, your face is now known to the Inquisition. We will be keeping an eye on you from now on. Try to contact your rebel friends and you'll suffer a worst fate then your friend will. Trust us, there is no place in the Galaxy you can hide. Killing you slowly will be how we train our newest recruits. Now leave."
The female insurgent picked herself up off the deck plates, her eyes wide. She took several steps backward before turning, then walked carefully towards the cockpit, using the wall for support. "Thank you," the woman's voice echoed back towards the Imperials. "I won't forget this. Goodbye."
If no one stops her, she'll close the boarding hatch and leave.
"What now?" Asked the human female held at gunpoint. "Time to walk the airlock?"
Combat is over. @Captain Marcus, @Grunt's Ghosts, @discrider, and @El Skid may act as they choose.
With a quick shove, Nova completes the prisoner's walk over into the hole in the side of the station.
All that now rests between her and oblivion is the cold shield of the emergency depressurization system.
'It's at this point we'd read out your crimes against the Empire, but we're under a bit of time pressure.
Any last words before we evacuate the room?'
And rolling for strain recovery. Nova has 1/?? ST damage as a result of this roll.
"If you got anything to say that will save your skin, I'd let those be the final words that escape from your lips. Otherwise, you'll die a traitor. The Inquisition can be merciful, as you've seen."
She shook her head. "If I'm going to die, I'll die loyal to my cause. For freedom."
The Inquisitor walks up to the woman and slams the hilt of his pike across the woman's face, knocking her out cold. "Foolish woman. Lock her up. We'll need her later. Let's get this station up and running! And someone find me Lt. Commander Olreb. I'd like to speak with her."
Shaking his head at the unconscious woman, Bren starts back toward the lift.
"If the jedi is planetside, we're going to have to get down there in a hurry. You!" he pointed at a storm trooper. "Get a squad of troopers ready for an assault, make sure at least a couple are decent trackers.."
"Delay that order!" Vox roared. "You have no idea about the first thing for trapping Jedi, do you? You don't go in with a show of force. Jedi will just escape with their mind tricks. No, to get a Jedi, it's better to send in a mole." and he points at the woman. "Get a tracking device on her. Somewhere personal that she isn't likely to notice nor take it off. Then drop her off on the planet. She'll wonder why we let her go, and sooner or later she'll return to her friends and the Jedi." Vox turned to leave. "Hunting Jedi is my job. And I'm very good at doing it."
"Well, if we're intent on letting this wretch go, Jedi or not, can we make the tracker explosive? No point letting crimes go unpunished."
A stormtrooper returned with Lt.Cmdr Olreb. The woman surveyed the destruction and the prisoner quickly, taking it all in with one visual sweep. "Reporting as ordered. What can I do for you?"
Making a small remote detonator would be a difficult (4eD) mechanics check. Even if the result is unsuccessful, you end up with a physical product that looks like it'll work.
It'd be less about making a remote detonator, and more about making a detonator that explodes when tampered with I think.
Or maybe both?
In any case, I'd prefer to blow up the Jedi when they try to remove it, rather than blow up the girl when we next see her
"I reviewed your files earlier when we were looking for our mole." Vox said as he steps to a less damage side of the room to get out of the way of crew trying to repair the bridge. "I must say I found it quite interesting. Six commendations for bravery, and five citations for disorderly conduct in the last year. Your past commanders have said that you are 'insane, suicidal, rude, and efficient.'" Vox looked over the wreckage. "Those are the qualities we often seek in Inquisitors. You and I understand that there is a fine line between doing it by the book and getting the job done. As Inquisitor, I answer to the Grand Inquisitor and Emperor only. We are tasked with one mission, hunt down the Jedi and Force Adept and either kill them or bring them to our side. It doesn't matter which, of course. But after your encounter with this Jedi terrorist, after seeing how quickly they can turn even the most loyal among the Empire into their own puppets, I would assume that you might want to get revenge, no? Would you be interested in getting a transfer to become an Inquisitor? I can give you the tools necessary to defend against future mind control tricks of the Jedi and help you learn to fight and slay those traitors."
Concentrated turbolaser fire shoots through where the fleeing rebel ship had been only moments after it jumps to lightspeed. Balaar turns to the startled engineer next to him. "Well, your turbolasers work."
He puts an arm around the smuggler's shoulder and steers him towards an empty room. "Zerrid, you're a smuggler, right? Right. So that means you know about business..."
Someone should talk to Commander Reyal about the situation on the ground, and if he can lend us any help.
The Lieutenant's eyes gleamed. "Wasn't aware that I could transfer to the Inquisition. Thought it was something you were born with." She straightened her back, assuming a formal pose. "I gladly accept. When can I start?"
Zerrid eyes the doctor nervously. "Well... yes..." he trailed off as the conversation entered an adjoining room.
Ignoring the conversations around him, Commander Reyal strode forward and began punching in commands on one of the few still-working terminals. "All stations, this is Commander Reyal. We have regained control of the station. Report in through your commanding officers immediately. If you cannot find your commander, assume control. Time is of the essence, our ground forces may be under attack." He switched stations, pulling up long range scanners. "You," Reyal pointed at the Stormtrooper Sergeant. "Monitor communication frequencies, or find someone to do it. See if there's any word from the planet below."
The Stormtrooper nodded and pulled off his helmet, revealing an older man with a clean shave and crew cut hair. Without a word, he began sorting through the incoming communications chatter. "General distress call from the facility, sir. There are reports of light vehicles and ground troops, no concrete numbers. The attackers do not seem to have air support, though they may have surface-to-air weaponry. Recommend a recon flyby, then deploying a full platoon as close to the action as we can. Gunship support if possible."
Reyal turned to the Agents of Group Aurek. "Not to tell you how to do your jobs, but if you wanted to deploy with the reconnaissance flight, you'd be able to get on the ground faster than my troops. As well trained as my Stormtroopers are, we'll need to do a pre-flight inspection on the vehicles and an equipment check before launch. I will promise you that we'll be loaded and ready to go in fifteen minutes."
"...I'm sure you'll do fine, Zerrid. High five!"
Balaar glances towards the rest of Aurek. "Reconnaissance flight, for sure. If all this up here was a distraction, than they've had God knows how long to steal the Incom prototype. Be sure to interdict local space after we go downworld; it'd be far better to blow up the prototype than to let the Rebels steal it."
"As for fighting, well, my talents lie elsewhere. If you could detail a Stormtrooper to accompany me, I'd be sure to mention it in my report."
If we see any anti-air, if I can get to it I can disable it. No use letting the scum blast loyal 'troopers out of the sky.
"Balaar", he hisses, struggling against the urge to drop the body he's carrying and lash out, "once you're done cavorting with the traitors, maybe you could help me with this one?
I lack the appropriate skills to give her an adequate.. reason to seek the Jedi."
"Also, Commander, would there be adequate storage space on the recon craft for this luggage?"
Nova chuckles, "Otherwise we might have to just leave it at... customs."
So I'd like to put a tracker and the explode-on-tamper device on the female prisoner. The exploding device being prominent and the tracker not so, and in that way expedite our trip to the Jedi on the planet by giving our captive active cause to seek the Jedi, or at least her resistance friends out.
But I'm unlikely to be able to make 3eD to make the explosive.. explosive.
" 'Cavorting?' Looks like someone's breaking out the ten-credit words today, Captain. Don't worry, I've got you covered."
edit- using the two Advantage to make the tracker even harder to find
Pocketing the micro-tool, he straightens up. "All yours, Cap'n. They won't know before we hit them."
Balaar fit a chrome collar around the woman's next, fastening the two ends together with a frag grenade. It was gaudy and inelegant, and exactly what Nova was looking for.
Following Imperial doctrine for high-value asset tracking, Balaar carefully shaved a 3cm x 3cm square of hair from the woman's head, collecting the leavings for later use. To the newly bare patch of skin, he affixed a miniaturized tracking device lined with a numbing agent. Synthskin went over top of the assembly, with the woman's own hair attached to the fake skin.
The doctor surveyed his work, satisfied that it would take someone with truly exceptional observational powers - or exceeding paranoia - to notice any change.
I'll give GG an El Skid a bit to chime in, then will move on to the surface.
"I wasn't born an Inquisitor. I was a Sargent in the Republic Armed Forces during the Clone Wars. Inquisitor is a special branch you are invited into. Your papers will take a week, but you are more than welcomed to start your training with me early to seek out this Jedi." Vox looks at Olreb. "Leave him alive when we catch him. I wish to know more about that Fulcrum woman the other bandit spoke of. Afterwards, you are free to do with the Jedi as you see fit."
Your Lambda-class shuttle flies low over the rolling fields of Lothal, rapidly approaching the secret Imperial facility. The long range scanners pings, picking up a pitched battle already in progress. A lone AT-ST and Stormtrooper support squad are all that remain of the defenders, as they are marched upon by a small platoon of enemy troops supported by a T4-B heavy tank.
The emergency distress channel chirped to life: "This is XH-201 requesting reinforcements! We are under heavy attack by insurgent forces, we can't hold out much longer. Inquisitor support necessary, situation is Osk-66!"
OK! Let's get this rolling again. Everybody still here?
@Captain Marcus @discrider @El Skid @Grunt's Ghosts
Nova grimaces somewhat as he guides the craft towards the battlefield.
"Maybe we should have just bombarded the planet from orbit."
What condition is our ship in @jdarksun ?
"This is Inquisitor Nor'zu." Vox responds on the comms. "I need a status report now. What are we looking at?"
Isn't Lothal the planet from Star Wars: Rebels? Because I'm not sure I can kill Sabine, she's my favorite.
"A T-4B? I'll jam it so they don't radio ahead that we're coming."
A Hard computers check for the T-4B to use its comms
We're not flying; We're falling, with style.