Fri Jan 27, 2012 8:55 am by Kylarn Vhett
*The double durasteel doors opened once the lift met the production floor, they exited on the catwalk to that overlooked where the missles were produced, the scans had indicated eight conveyor belts, each had their own designation, the farthest of which had been where the spheres of explosives had been left, something felt off, but nothing was showing up on the HUD, then Kylarn noticed the durasteel doors at the other side of the room, their were a pair of doors, one led to the observation deck, the other to a room that was opposite the production floor, the HUD scans had not indicated anything beyond those doors, but suddenly it felt strange, Ky looked to the astromech and made a hand motion to go to the observation deck and start his work, he then looked to the Stril and pointed to an opening where a vent panel had been on the far side just above the observation deck, Kylarn walked slowly on the catwalk ahead of the astromech droid, once they reached the durasteel doors the droid entered and began his work on the security systems, it would take minutes, enough time for a fire fight to break out when he heard a clank on the other side of the second pair of durasteel doors, he did not hear the Strill ripping flesh from bone, so the droids must have been activated, taking three steps back, creating a distance of ten meteres from the doors he then spoke over the comm channel to Clumsy.*
:: Seal yourself in there, if something happens to me, send word to Cathaoir Ordo, he is the Aliit'alor leading the invasion on the city-states, do not stop until you're finished no matter what happens. Understood? ::
*The astromech beeped a confirmation of his words but whirred that he was worried about the droids on the other side of the doors from Ky now, and sealed the doors, at that moment the doors before Kylarn slid apart and security droids came walking, before they could register him standing there in the darkness he opened fire, sending bolt after bolt to them, sending shrapnel flying, taking steps backward on the catwalk he kept firing, there were more than he could count and he cursed himself for refusing the Aliit'alor of Clan Ordo to send his warriros with Kylarn, but there was no time, he kept firing and several droid passed through to the catwalk as many others fell, they opened fire at him their systems were old and they were still warming their systems to aim corectly, Kylarn took the opportunity to demolush the ones that had gotten closer as he took three more steps back and continued firing once the closest of droids had fallen in explosion, the shrapnel threatened to pierce his envirosuit, but that was better than death. Firing at the oncoming droids it seemed as though they would never end. Finally exhausting the charge of the blaster cannon he tossed it over the catwalk to land on a conveyor belt beneath him, the fourth one, it slid and fell to the ground just behind the belt. Kylarn took in the number of the droids appearing on his HUD as he jumped over the railing himself, withdrawing the Mandalorian Heavy blasters as he turned to his back and fired at the droids, taking note of their armor he aimed for their heads, bolts flying upward as he smacked onto the belt with a thud and the shots stopped, rolling off of the conveyor belt he hit the floor on his knees and cursed under his breath.* "Osik, di'kutla droids."
*Ky stood and ran to the first conveyor belt as they started coming down the stairwells at the third conveyor belt, sending shots to remove two of the ten that were coming after him, noticing then ten more were on the catwalk still, and five at the doors to the observation deck, luckily they were not equipped to open the security doors to the observation deck since Clumsy had rerouted the security clearances and reinitiated security codes that the droids did not understand, the binary code would just increase the firewall of the door with every attempt. Kylarn was breathing heavily as he spoke through the commlink as he reached the first conveyor belt at the farthest wall.*
:: Star the conveyor belts, one, two, and three, objects on the belt will cause their targeting systems to register those instead of me. Keep working, and hurry on the disengaging of them if you can. ::
*Kylarn looked over the belt as it started to move, objects emerged from the portal at the north end of the belt, they would come down, stop and then continue after a moment down to the southern portal, enough time for the older systems in these security droids to recognize more than one hostile and start firing. Kylarn slowly crept toward the northern end of the conveyor belt as the droids looked around in confusion for him, just as they spotted him he opened fire, smacking two droids down and sending an explosion into the remainder, knocking them off symetry and disorienting their systems, Ky jumped to the belt and then down to the floor on the opposite side, moving quickly he ran and then slid underneath the second conveyor belt, noticing the second grouping of droids walking down the stairs opening fire on the conveyor belts as they slowed to a halt, he lowered his head and waited for the sound of the conveyor belts to start again, holstering his off-hand blaster he withdrew a thermal detonator, calculating the distance from the explosives, he figured that the thermal would not cause harm from here to the eighth conveyor belt's contents, the next pass would send those explosives to the southern portal and then the problem would no longer be there, suddenly he heard a whir and beep coming from his commlink as he waited, the astromech had told him it would be another three minutes before the droids would shut down, he was slicing their system and it was proving difficult, Ky cursed under his breath, three minutes was longer than he wanted, and surely long enough for them to figure out his plans. He slid from underneath the belt as the conveyor began working and opened fire on the droids, sending a volley of twelve bolts at them, some hitting and others missing, three droids dropped and shrapnel flew, he kept walking, releasing four more bolts as he slid underneath the opposite conveyor belt and waited again, he was not in sight of the droids but they were moving in his direction, he crept down the conveyor belt to the southern end of the production floor as they moved to the northern end, reloading the charges in his blasters, leaving the old behind underneath the belt, he moved up as the belts began moving again, the minutes between seemed like hours as he sent another volley to the droids, this time only three remained once he lowered himself under the belt, laying himself on his back he kicked hard against the durasteel framing of the machine and slid into the isle, firing on the droids and knocking one down again, he slid underneath the conveyor belt and then picked himself up, making a run for the stairs, the droids fired, two shots hit the backplate of his beskar'gam and sent him veering over the railing of the stairwell, the wind knocked from him as he fell he was disoriented, but could still hear the clammering of droids walking towards him with haste, he withdrew another thermal detonator, activated it, and tossed it to the mid section of the conveyor belt, the two droids arrived just as the thermal exploded, the shrapnel covered his body as he lay on the production floor between the first and second conveyor belt, suddenly he heard the durasteel doors slide open above him at the far end of the hall, and the astromech moving to the lift, stopping just above him and then the thrusters from the astromech's legs emerged, sending him into the air and toward him on the floor, struggling for breath he felt the blood seeping from his side as the shrapnel had settled into his flesh, it went deep, but he would survive, blinking once he turned on the bacta that was in his backpack, but the shots had disrupted his backpack, there would be no fixing this on the field. He cursed aloud.*
"Osik, I'm getting too old for this Clumsy, get Trink and get him to the ship, I'll be there in a minute or two."
*Ky pulled himself to his feet, slowly, the act proving difficult for him as the shrapnel kept sinking pain in his side, he finally stood as the astromech and the Strill were seen on his HUD exiting the facility and making their way toward the ship. He opened the comm channel he used with the Aliit'alor Ordo and spoke, faining breath as he did so.*
:: Facility is cleared, if you have a medical ship on the surface I would appreciate getting some shrapnel removed, and then I will meet you at Yedagon. ::
*Closing the channel he waited for a response as he climbed the stairs with slow pace, shooting pain emerged from his side and shot down his leg, it could have been worse, but this had been nowhere near as simple as the readouts had shown, reaching the lifts he stood and went to the upper floors, emerging into the open corridor he walked out and made his way to the speeder, opening the comm to the ship he told Clumsy...*
:: Take the ship back into the terrain, no sense in hiding her now, I'll be going to find a medical ship, and then to Yedagon, keep the security codes to yourself since I know you reinitialized your own, once I am finished at Yedagon I will send word for you to meet me there with the Aliit'alor Ordo. Get Strill calmed down if you can, tell him I am fine. ::
*Hearing the shriek come from the Strill inside the ship's cockpit he knew the Strill had heard him, and did not believe him either way, but this was nothing compared to the wars he had seen years before, this was just a flesh wound, he wouldn't be in a tank for a week, he just needed the metal removed and to place a small bacta tank on his side for maybe ten minutes, he would survive. The speeder roared to a start five minutes later with his slow speed, he lifted the vehicle into the air and began his approach of the city-states, hoping that Ordo had finished with Cartann city by now he made his way to Halbegardia where he had encountered the Aliit'alor before, surely the medical ship had entered atmosphere and was taking care of their few wounded by now. The speeder moved quickly as he controled it with one hand and placed pressure on the opening of his envirosuit where the blood trickled out now, he would arrive at the medical hsip shortly.*