Fandom Star Wars - Rogue 2 - A Fantastic Distraction [[CLOSED]]

[Bazmund]

Event - Death Troopers!

This Separatist Listening Post was forgotten by the Empire - who had otherwise been so careful to eliminate all traces of the Separatists, in fear of some degree of uprising - for a very good reason. It was home to an exceptionally secret biological weapons lab, which not even the likes of General Xeli would be aware of, undoubtedly, and when it had gone dark it had been working on a pathogen designed to turn those affected into mindless slaves for the Empire - or enraged beserkers against their friends, families, and comrades.


They failed spectacularly.


Instead, they created a non resilient pathogen of an entirely new type and build - not a virus, nor a parasite, nor a fungus - which killed the host, and then proceeded to take control of it, even going so far as to partially bring them back from the dead in order to rebuild the few parts of the body it needed to maintain control, such as the brain stem, the spine, and some more major joints.


How it does this, I have no idea. And the scientists behind it couldn't answer if you asked them, because they're zombies now.


Honestly, that should tell you everything you need to know.


A garrison of 80-100 Stormtroopers, plus a staff of 10 scientists and 20 lab technicians, and four engineers, fell prey to it - not counting the 'volunteers' for testing on. But not before the engineers, lab techs, and a few of the more competent storm troopers could hole up in one of the hangar bays for a month, and decide to try and destroy the station with themselves on board to ensure that the pathogen would never find its way out and into the galaxy at large.


That would be the power signature - a brilliant weapon designed by the engineers and lab technicians together, utilising every last part of explosives they had, and a significant amount more that they had to manufacture themselves. To be more specific, the power signature is the result of the manufactured explosives cells, which, in their unexploded state, act a little like slowly decaying Hyperdrive fuel.


It goes without saying that the 'survivors' did not survive long enough to actually detonate the bomb - the Death Troopers broke past their barricade at the last moment, and killed them all before they could finish the wiring in the last panel - but it is mostly complete.


If anyone were to have their ship's droid perform an explosives scan, they'd know about the bomb, too.


But for now, I'm going to settle with three or four of the Death Troopers breaking out of a ventilation duct they'd found themselves in, and tearing apart a smuggler.


He screamed as they pulled him back up towards the shaft they'd fallen through, their legs still caught in it, and their talons and teeth ripping into his flesh, and in less than the sixteen seconds it took everyone to react to it, he was very, very dead.


RIP smuggler.
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[Christopher Pyne MP]

Maxon listened to the rebel leaders with interest, so they were to be a suicide squad. To be frank, the idea of sabotaging Tarkin's plans felt invigorating. Maxon would once again lead the Arvid name into the history books, playing a part that would help a greater cause. His thoughts rushed back to Kuat as he thought of the palatial estate, with a gold statue of himself out the front, with several scantily clad Twi-lek servants beckoning him to their bed chambers....


Before Maxon's perverted fantasy could get to its climatic stage, he was caught off guard by the smuggler being pulled into the vent. "What the-?!" he starred upwards in horror and fascination "What in the good name of all that is holy was that?!" He asked, eyes wide with panic and adrenaline, what could have that been? His eyes darted to the door, hoping he could hitch a ride on someones ship. He then looked to the others "What the hell are you guys doing? We need to get out of here, like now!"

 

[Wintermute]

RISHI SYSTEM


SEPARATIST ORBITAL LISTENING POST


COMMAND ROOM
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Helios watched as the commander ignored his enthusiastic remark and listened to the rest of the men. At a certain point, Darren, looked terribly pale. It seemed as if something had just happened that troubled him deeply. Very deeply. Then, through his gauntlet, he started receiving various notifications. One was a message from R6, who stated that he had scanned the energy signature and that it was very suspicious, and asked if he could use different kinds of analysis on it. Helios frowned and granted R6 the permission.


The second of the notifications was from the Rebel Alliance Frequency, the one that it was set to now, at any rate. It was an image picture, so he tapped it and it opened. Helios was horrified as the image amplified into a full sized holoprojection. The image itself was horrifying, making Helios question the humanity of the senders, even though he knew who they were and already knew the answer: none. What was depicted in the image though, made Helios grimace very visibly. It was a dead, dismembered nautilan, pretty much pieced back together piece by piece. Blood and scorch marks were everywhere, and the most unsettling part of it all were the eyes: they weren't there at all. The brutality of it all angered and sickened Helios very much. He, especially, had seen countless acts of cruelty, brutality and horror. He had been through hell and back numerous times on the battlefield, watched comrades fall in front of his eyes, seen innocent civilian hostages die most horrifying deaths and observed whole cities being eradicated just because of war. This was one of those kinds of acts that he wished to never see again, but just fueled him to fight on.


He turned to Darren and inverted the picture to him. "Could this be your Jedi nautilan...?" He asked, weary. "This just came through the Rebel frequency. It has to be the Empire." He made sure to choose his words carefully so that he wouldn't sound too harsh or cruel. This probably wasn't the best time to show him the picture though.


A few minutes after he had said those words to Darren, one of the smugglers was grabbed and pulled into an air vent, followed by some very disgusting and gory noises. Helios did not see what had dragged him up into the vent, but there was a steady stream of blood dripping from the entrance.


He pulled the DLR-44 from its holster and aimed at the vent, the holoprojection dissipating into thin air. "Everybody stay away from the vents or any other apertures! We are definitely not alone in here."


((I decided to mention the nautilan since in Cones post it appeared and nobody made any mention to it. If there is a problem, please tell.))

 

[Bazmund]

Darran sighed.


"Yes. That's him."


Slightly annoying, some times, but a good person - a good Jedi - and...


Thoroughly undeserving of that.


For a former Jedi, Darran was enjoying the thought of taking Stormtrooper heads a little too much right then.


And then the smuggler was eaten.


"By the force!" Darran shouted in alarm. And then he cursed himself internally, too. Jedi used that very frequently.


Other people too, of course, which is why he'd gone so long using it without being discovered too often - but he knew the clone suspected him of something already, and if they had met during the clone wars...


Well. Sudden exclamations of "by the force" had been something he specialised in. He had a reputation for using it in place of any other curse, during his tenure wth the Order.


If the clone had met him, he would remember him for it - without a doubt.


But there were more pressing concern.


He drew his vibroblade, turning on the vibration cell and grimacing at the high pitched metallic whine coming from the damage the blade had been dealt by that Inqusitor.


"Sorry about the noise! Now run!"

 

[RIPSaidCone]

Imperial-II Class Star Destroyer, Innovation


Planet Rishal, Rishi System

The Innovation, General Xeli's Command Ship, was stationed over the barren, yet mineral rich planet of Rishal, the second planet from the sun in the Rishi System. Doing a routine patrol, along with the usual intimidation tactics of the ship simply being there to make sure that the mineral workers on the planet below were working to their fullest extent. And obviously an Imperial presence would encourage anybody to work harder. Xeli stood on the Command Bridge, arms folded, looking out into the blackness in-front of her, with many, many stars appearing as tiny white dots. Two TIE fighters conveniently flying past the Bridge's view as Xeli contemplated things, as she usually did when things were relatively quiet. The General had been feeling quite unwell for the half an hour, she'd grown a little paler, and her stomach was refusing to cooperate, she'd felt a little lightheaded once or twice, nothing she couldn't handle of course. But it was..unusual. The Medical team had suggested she have some rest, but Xeli stated that she wished to stay awake in-case anything was to come to her attention about Rishi.


"Ma'am. Incoming transmission from the Tyranny. Shall we respond?" A Naval officer asked, looking up at the young, short haired woman from his position sat down near one of the computers in the section down below the main Bridge. "Put them through." Xeli ordered, the officer nodding as he tapped away at his computer. Moments later the Holoscreen flickering on as the image of the Tyranny's Captain appeared. Greeting Xeli with. "Ma'am, my men and I have picked up an..irregularity." He said, somewhat unsure of what it actually was that he'd found. Xeli raising a brow as she questioned. "What kind of irregularity?" The Bridge had gone silent, to allow the two high-ranking officers to have their conversation. "An energy signature, a relatively noticeable one. Coming from a supposedly abandoned Listening Post." Xeli nodded slowly. Replying. "Wait for me to arrive. I'll take control of that situation. What about the situation on Rishi? Did our troopers make the populace think twice?" She asked, hoping for a positive response obviously. "They did. The mission was a great success. And I'll wait for your vessel to arrive before anything happens." The Captain said, Xeli nodding once again with a firmer, more professional appearance. "Good. That is all." And with that the two nodded at each other and the Holoscreen shut off.


The Innovation then went into Hyperspace, despite how close the two planets were. Xeli always demanded that they take the fastest possible option, despite however unnecessary it was. It said a lot about Xal Xeli as a person, demanding the fastest route no matter what. Not that anyone ever drew attention to it. The Innovation went into hyperspace and arrived at the Planet Rishi, near the Justice and the Tyranny Star Destroyers. They were already quite close to the Moon upon which the Listening Post was based on, and so it didn't take long for Xeli to know where their general location to investigate would be. Something was quickly brought to her attention by an Officer though. That the Listening Post's information, the data surrounding it, was all classified. Even the ISB officers on-board had no idea about the Post. Xeli's men couldn't find anything about it, other than it was developing weapons for the Empire after it had been taken from the Separatists. And now there was an energy signature emitting from it, despite recent reports showing that it had been abandoned. It was all far too suspicious for Xeli's liking. "Send them a message." She ordered, an officer nodding as him and the other Comms officers began working away at their consoles.


/>"Attention Listening Post. This is the Imperial Star Destroyer, Innovation. If there are any personnel currently stationed at your Post. Respond immediately, or we will investigate. This is your first and final warning."</


"Have two trooper squads ready to be deployed to that Post if they don't reply. If you'll excuse me I need some rest." She nodded to her fellow officers as a sign of courtesy before leaving the Bridge, heading into her dorm as she once again ordered the Stormtroopers to not allow anyone to visit her directly. She had a bit of a privacy issue when it came to her personal living space. She laid down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, she had a grave feeling in her gut, one of impending disaster. But she dismissed it as uneasiness over this rather suspicious Listening Post. She tended to be moved out of her comfort zone whenever she had limited information on her next place of operations. She sighed and rubbed at her forehead, she had little to do other than to try get some rest until something occurred and she was notified of it. She did admit that her job could get boring at times. Although for the life of her, she couldn't shake that uneasy feeling about whatever was going to happen. If anything at all.

 

[Phaeos]

Never one to wait for instructions, Rando reacts quickly to the attack, pulling out his blaster and aiming at the bloody ventalation. A series of beep erupts in his ears, afterwhich he says grimly to the rest of the team, "Meh droid says we have company, and to dress our best, cuz it's royalty." He moves over towards the door. More beeps in his ear, and he says, "Patch it through, I'll put it on speaker."


Rando removes his earpiece, presses a switch on it, and holds it up to the rest of the team. A moment later, a pompous voice crackles through,

"Attention Listening Post. This is the Imperial Star Destroyer, Innovation. If there are any personnel currently stationed at your Post. Respond immediately, or we will investigate. This is your first and final warning."

Rando puts his earpiece back in, "So we got a monster waiting to snatch us in here, and monsters waiting to snatch us out there. Anyone have any suggestions?"


To himself, Rando thinks, The Innovation? What the hell on hoth is it doing out here?

 

[Bazmund]

"Anyone have any- you must be joking. Here's a suggestion, get to the kriffing ship!" Darran shouted, turning to run down the hallway, towards the hangar bays.


Only to be greeted by an unfortunately enthusiastic horde of space zombies.


"My day-" He said, grunting with effort as he decapitated one with a heft vibroblade swing, "- has been terrible."


AT THAT MOMENT, THE ASTROMECH WHO HAD BEEN SCANNING THE SHIP FOR OTHER STUFF FINALLY CAME BACK INTO ITS OWNER'S COMM-LINK, AND TOLD THEM - WHOEVER THEY ARE - ABOUT THE MASSIVE BOMB.


IT ALSO TOLD EVERYONE TO POST.

 

[Phaeos]

Hot on Darran's heels, Rando instinctively begins firing into the horde. He stands several feet behind darran, firing to his sides, keeping the rotting stormies off his flanks.


Random speaks out loud, "GB-8, power up the ship, get the hyperdrive engine warmed up, start engaging the stealth field capacitors, and get the auto turrents online up, we're coming in hot!"


A quick series of beeps in his ear inform him his orders have been received.

 

[Funkybub]

It all happened in an instant. The smuggler was just standing there. And then, in seconds, his blood was spilling from the vent, almost as a splatter.


Removing her blaster from her waist, she shot several pot shots into the vent, attempting to hit something, anything! She had seen some horrible things in her life. And she'd done some horrible stuff to people. But even this made her stop for a second.


Hearing the shout of Darran, ordering the crew to run, she knew what she needed to do. Shoving her blaster into her side holster , she pushed by the rest of the team as she started running with all her might. She was going to survive this at any chance, she wasn't going to die on this planet.


She'll be the one to choose when she dies. And today wasn't that day.

 

[Wintermute]

RISHI SYSTEM


SEPARATIST ORBITAL LISTENING POST


CURRENTLY RUNNING TO THE HANGARS
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Helios was not panicking with all the events exploding in his head. Whatever had dragged/blended the smuggler up the air conducts was strong and very, very dangerous. Something had to be done, but at that moment running seemed like the best course of action. He was following the group down the service corridors to get to the ship, and while he did he swore he heard some kind of noise up above, in the vents. He paused, grabbed his WESTAR and fired a barrage of blaster bolts into it. The thumping noise was replaced by a loud growl and Helios resumed running. "This isn't just some space vermin." He said, pretty sure the rest of the group had already noticed. "This is far, far more serious."


As they were reaching the hangar, Helios received a transmission from R6. As he read it, he continued running and opened up his comlink to the rest of the group. "Rogue 2! My droid performed an all out scan on that energy system some hangars away, and he's just communicated that its... a bomb. A bomb big enough to destroy the entire Station, apparently." He let the news sink in, wondering what ideas would arise. "Darran, suggestions?" He inquired, getting a very ominous feeling of the whole situation.


Something totally different crossed his mind in that moment, something the man- Darran -had said that had caught him by surprise. A saying he knew he had heard somewhere, but could not recall where or when. He decided to place the thought aside and concentrate on the situation at hand.


@Bullet Tooth Tony @Red Thunder @Bazmund ((Just in case notifs are being funky))

 

[Bazmund]

"Well, I suppose the logical thing to do would be to run..." He glanced in the direction of the planet of Rishi, out the viewport next to them.


All those lives.


He daren't leave this up here to find a way down to them. Whether it was infectious or not, he would do all he could to prevent the horrors that lay within from reaching the surface, where those who were less attuned to the flow of battle would be in its path.


"... but even I've not always done the logical thing. I say we find the bomb, plant charges, and then run."


"All in favour?" He said, swinging the vibroblade behind him to decapitate a shuffling Death Trooper, without even looking.

 

[Phaeos]

Rando blasts a death trooper that had just burst through a ventalation hatch, kicking the smoking corpse back into the hole. "I say we get out of here, I'm sure the Imperials will vaporize this whole facility. Then again . . . those bastards might weaponize whatever is going on here . . . the rebellion has enough problems without some plague." He shoots another trooper, then another. "We're gonna need to make faster progress, though!"


Rando pulls out his vibroknife, and starts moving foward, shooting the death troopers as they shamble towards him, and stabbing the ones that get too close.

 

[Wintermute]

RISHI SYSTEM


SEPARATIST ORBITAL LISTENING POST


EN ROUTE TO THE BOMB
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Helios nodded at Darrans statement, agreeing with him. The man and his way of acting seemed so familiar, and he was getting frustrated as to why. He, again, let it slide. "Yessir, lets do this. He opened a map of the Station that R6 had scanned for him when the Freedom had entered the hangar. Has he looked at it, a death trooper shambled toward him, to which Helios responded with a blaster bolt to its face. One more look at the holographic projection on his wrist and he had determined the safest path to the bomb.


"Right!" He shouted over the commlink "There should be a blast door further down this corridor to the left that leads us almost directly to the hangar in question. Beyond that door, we should be able to seal it shut which may give us some more time away from these freaks. From there, there's another corridor that will take us to the hangar, it seems." He said, and took the lead. "Lets move, and save your ammo! There's no telling how many of these infected stormtroopers there are in this place."


As the words left his mouth, the ventilation conduit above him broke and a death trooper fell through the hole, landing a foot away from Helios, who quickly and simply responded by blasting it twice in the head with his DLR as it lay, twitching, on the floor. "Seriously, lets get moving."

 

[Bazmund]

Without much more effort or terror on the part of the rebels, they found themselves in a surprisingly vast hangar bay, with a large construction in its centre.


The detonation packs were obvious enough, and the improvised explosives were simply made but effective looking.


It was the big green glowing tanks that caught their eyes.


Huge, and formed of glass, you suspect that they are, in fact, repurposed Bacta tanks. You would not be wrong.


The liquid therein looks mildly radioactive, and is in fact formed from a strange, amalgamous mixture of the station's rapid reaction coolant, reactor fluid, and sublight engine fuel.


It is extremely explosive, and it frightens you somewhat, because before being killed, the engineers managed to produce fifty of these tanks, which now form a terrifying spire in the centre of the room - all held together by a combination of the struts and supports originally used by the engineers, and... Strange growths.


Hurry.