OBJECTIVE SELECTED: REVENGE
Meridian Prime space station
Lower Prisoner Levels
Although everyone of their team wore breathing masks, the air felt foul to the Consul. But maybe it was only his mind being tripped by the slightly green tint added to the air by the Dioxis mixed into the it at the lower levels of Meridian Prime to prevent the prisoners from rioting.
Looking around he could make out several more of the Brotherhood’s boarding pods. Many of them had scorchmarks on their unarmed hulls. The pods flew on an autopliot causing them to continue their flight even though they had been heavily damaged or even reduced to flying rubble on their way
“I take it these Pods weren’t made for assault runs.” Rian voice muffled voice sounded summarizing the events of their rough flight. “Now let’s go and hope that the fleet is drawing enough attention from the station’s AI.”
Apparently the Consul’s thoughts were proved false as the group was immediately met by a group of Sentry droids opening fire on them the moment they saw them.
Lightsabers blazed to life, whirling around to counter the barrage of super-heated plasma raining at them. Between them Balz Ack jumped and dashed, using the shielding effect of the lightsabers for cover while shooting at the droids, occasionally taking one or the other out while the group stood its ground.
“Master, my scans show massive reinforcements being reverted to this position, we need to get moving or they will overrun this position.” Kilo said over the sound of the klaxon of blasterfire.
“I think neither of us is stealing time here Kilo.” Justinios replied. “But we are open to any suggestions on your end.”
“Njub jip jupp.”
“What did he say?” Raistline remanded.
“He said stay down.” Justinios answered. “Stay down for wh-”
Justinios didn’t have to complete his question as he just saw the small spherical device sailing through the air. A red running light along its equator indicating it being active. “Shit, everyone take cover.”
The group burst apart, everyone diving for the nearest cover that would fit their respective body sizes just when the detonator hit the ground mere fractions of a second before its internal timer triggered the explosive.
The destructive wave hit the droids at point blank range, scattering them apart, sending mechanical parts flying in every direction.
Leaving his cover, Raistline kicked the half-melted head of one of the Sentry Droids after the ewok. “I dare you doing that again, you could have set the whole station aflame with that detonator.”
“Master Raistline, I contradict this opinion, the Dioxis concentration in the air is about half a percent to low to be inflammable.” Kilo intervened. “I must admire the warden to have calculated the concentration that exactly.”
“ Instead of admiring another droid, I am sure our masters would prefer you to give us a plan to outmaneuver the reinforcements, or did you forget about them.” Kasey mocked the other droid.
“Of course not.” Kilo said ignoring the mocking. “Following the stations general layout, there are maintenance shafts running along every corridor of the station.”
“Maintenance shafts… that means restricted movement.” Rian interjected. “I guess those Sentry Droids doesn’t fit in there.”
“That is true master Rian. But there are other forms of defense measures, automated turrets and ray shields.”
“I see, but that’s nothing we can’t deal with, can we.”
“Balz Ack got three Spikes, and we got the droids.” Justinios referred to their companions.
“Then let’s not waste any time, where is the next entry to the shaft.”
“It was supposed to be at the center of where the detonator exploded.”
“Of course it had to be.” Raistline shook his head.
While protected from the Sentry Droids, the shafts gave the group much different trials as the stations AI confronted them with various combinations of its internal defense systems. First they were caught within an interjection by a ray shields, followed a quartet of automated blaster e-web heavy repeating blaster cannons, followed by ray-shield and turret combinations
Eventually the group had to split up when a massive bulkhead shut between them with astonishing speed but through the a combination of computer spikes and the groups droids they were able to reunite close to a blast door leading into the correctional facility.
A simple nod from the Consul was enough to send the droids to work on the locking mechanism of the blast door.
For the last hour, Rutgar-4 had watched the progress of the various assault teams dispatched by the Clans of the Dark Jedi Brotherhood. The majority of them had united in an attempt to enter the stations AI core, though all of their attempts had been repelled by the automated defense systems and hundreds of Sentry Droids. Others had used the situation for their own ends, plundering the station while the remaining teams had opted to enter the correctional facility and shut down the environmental controls at its main control station.
Of course they had failed in their mission as Rutgar had carefully plotted them to arrive at different times so they would end up being in the minority once they entered the correctional facility. Each of them had now become additional prisoners of the Collective. Now he was watching the latest arriving assault team. Two regular sized males, two of a much smaller size and two droids.
His mechanical hands flew over the controls, locking the computer-station in preparation for the upcoming battle before sending a signal to his personal Sentry Droid before positioning himself in the center of the room. On his way he checked on each of the prepared detonators located in various spots around him. When he was sure that everything was as he wanted it to be, he sent a signal to the AI, erasing the lock on the blast door.
Kasey and Kilo tried to bypass the locking mechanism of the door for several minutes now but everytime the droids felt as they would have finally found the respective subroutine, the stations AI re-routed it to a different subroutine, forcing the droids to start anew. Suddenly the droids turned to look into each others eyes, they had been locked completely out of the system. Before either of them could say anything to their masters, the doors began to slide open, revealing two figures standing right in the center of the room.
“Master, I suggest to be very careful, it was neither of us to unlock the door.” the Infiltrator Droid said.
“Don’t worry Kasey, it’s not about walking into a trap. It’s about coming out of it - “ Rian stopped mid-sentence as a strange feeling filled his awareness. A look to the other Force-sensitives told him they had felt it too.
In unison the group moved in with the Force-Sensitives taking the lead.
Upon walking in they noticed various scorches on the ground and the terminals they passed by. “Justinios, Raist and myself will care of the warden, the rest of you stay back and take care that he’s not cheating.”
“Rutgar-4” the droid said, with his modulated artificial voice when the group had arrived in the center of the room. “I expect you humans want to hear the name of the individual who is responsible for your demise.”
“Uhm sure, I am Tally-1, that’s Two and over there Three” Justinios spoke up, tapping onto his chest before indicating to the rest of the trio.
“Don’t play a fool on me, I know who and what you are. I have been watching you since your very arrival aboard the station.”
“Very well, in that case, I assume we just begin.” Rian said, igniting his flame-colored lightsaber.
Purple and blue followed suit and in return the curved shape of a dual bladed sword filled the hands of the warden.
Whirling it around in front of himself Rutgar activated the filament blades just in time to block the first strike from the leading Force-Sensitive before diving under the slash of the alien who had mocked him at the beginning and had just jumped over him from the shoulder of the third. Unlike the other groups so far these trio actually had the skills to fight with and not along each other. He gave them that much but at the end they will just end up like the others.
A mental note send a message over the internal communication channels, telling his Sentry Droid to join the battle. However all he got in return was a complicated list of critical system failures from the droid.
In shock Rutgar turned his head for the fraction of a second, seeing that his Sentry Droid was entangled by another droid. The other droid barely resembled one of the droids that had accompanied the Taldryan Assault Team but had now become a nightmarish form of its former shape. Its head and limbs had split in half, revealing its inner mechanics as it wrapped itself around the Sentry Droid and connected with it on several points.
However this fraction of a second was enough distraction for the Force-Sensitives to land multiple critical blows on Rutgar himself. The small scaled Alien spun around his legs, cutting through several servos of his left leg, severing the Shard’s control over that limb.
Buckling to the left Rutgar exposed his right side to the purple blade that had just appeared from behind the red blade warrior, cleaving his right arm from his droid torso at the elbow.
But Rutgar wasn’t ready to give up yet, unlocking a restrainment on his remaining ankle he turned his right hand into a rotating fan, forming a deadly shield spinning in front of and around him forcing the Force-Sensitives to back away for the moment.
Eventually what he didn’t thought off in his final stand was the last member of the Taldryan Assault Team.
Balz Ack had used the situation to position himself at a safe distance behind the mechanical warden waiting for the perfect shot. He didn’t have to wait for long, the trio worked perfectly in unison, forcing the warden into the defense before lashing out to reduce the droid to a pile of rubble. First a leg went missing, then an arm, but then the warden changed its tactics temporarily gaining the advantage but that was his time to move and with a well placed shot he destroyed the jetpack thruster along the ankle of the remaining leg, forcing the heavy-weight droid to topple over and fall to the ground.
Rian nodded in appreciation to the ewok before kicking the blade from Rutgar’s hand. He tried to crawl after it but some invisible Force gripped his body and lifted it into the air.
It was their leader who had called upon the Force to lift and upright him. If he was to go down, he still could take at least one of them with him he thought, raising his one remaining arm to train the wrist mounted laser at the near-human.
“Don’t try it”. Came the voice from his side, the purple blade spoke, his blade only mere centimeters from his arm.
“What are we going to do about him Rian?” Justinios asked.
“Well its a shame he chose the wrong side in this conflict. He could have been a great asset to the Brotherhood.” The Consul replied. “But even when he had lost he couldn’t admit it. It’s still a shame though.”
With the last words spoken, Rian lashed out, his fiery blade diving through the armored chest of the Shard’s mechanical body and then through the Shard itself, slicing it in half, ending the life of the ancient being.