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*Branden stops and crouches down, holding back a cry of pain. He watches the area as Jester scans the area using what seemed like some force techinque. Bloody force users, never to be trusted. They had stopped behind a vehicle of sorts, so it provided some cover just in case.
He was tempted to drop the shield but decided he might need it later. He just wished he could get his armor repaired. Any melee opponent wouldn't hesitate to use it to their advantage.
He continued scanning and put all other thoughts aside.*
I heard it was literal ****.
*Branden scans the area after Jester tells him to lower his weapon, checking for hostiles. He nods when Jestwr tells them his name, the other man clearly not believing it one bit. But he assumed Jester wasn't his real name either.
Branden sees nothing and decides to speak up about it.
"It's odd how so few combatants are left, clearly it was a slaughter fest. Unless there are others who are simply hiding, out of fear or otherwise. Either way, we should be careful, extremely careful. I bet those two aren't the only experts left." Branden exclaimed, still scanning the surroundings.*
*Branden hears the drone before he sees it, and is sure that Jester can as well.
"It appears our friends miss us already. Maybe they want something? Or just keeping an eye on our location so they can kill us later." Branden exclaimed, reading his rifle and taking aim at the little drone.
"Should I bring it down?" Branden asked.
He had gathered his gear and it felt heavy, but nothing he couldnt handle. The shield felt good on his back, he'd have to get it customized, or just make his own. But he felt the shield would be a memory of this place.. One of his sidearms sat ruined in its holster, sad, but fixable. The leg still hurt like a bitch, but he was managing and the medkit did help a ton.*
OOC: So based off the wiki im going to say it healed it to the point where i can walk on it. unless the GMS say otherwise
*Branden nods at Tsark's comment, but worries of the implications. The hutts had a reach everywhere on every system. To go into direct combat would be detrimental to the Empire. Wonder what Tsark thinks.
"Tsark if I could have a moment with you." Tanick exclaims, pointing towards the door.*
*Branden hobbles along, trying to stay ahead. His body hurts, but he ignores the pain. Jester looked frustrated, probably because of the fact that he couldn't finish off the pesky bug. He's been uptight all day, has to be something else.
"Those drones are annoying. I've got one EMP grenade left. Hope you got a solution." Branden exclaims, taking the ai back out and handing it over.*
OOC: oh yeah? And whats stopping you from using your bloody pirates? :P afraid are you?
*Branden tosses a pair of EMP grenades at the attack from the west and the east, knocking out many of them. He then opens up fully automatic fire at one, unloading every round he had in weapon at the bots, aiming not really being needed at this point.*
*Tanick nods at all of the discussion, and upon hearing of Tsark's comment about the Emperor, he curtly nods and leaves the room to contact Pao.
"Supreme Commander, sir, this is Major Tanick." Tanick explained while saluting.
Pao returned the salute and asked him what he needed.
"I'm sure you are aware of the cover operation against the Hutt Cartel. We require a distraction, ships to be precise. The republic is here and will know of the ship movements. I will be in contact of the location to send them." Tanick explained.
"I will contact Admiral Brax, and have him ready his squadron. Good luck, we hope for your success." Pao answered.
Tanick saluted and Pao returned it, ending the call.
He returned to the meeting and explained to them that an Imperial Squadron was on route.*
"There's got to be something that can come close. An AI that has similar functions but is obviously not human? Enhancing the armor and my fighting capabilities. Is that at least capable?" Branden asks.
He feels the shaking, and turns to his left, a swarm of drones approaches. He feels like these belong to the Enclave. We must be boring them, he thought to himself.
He goes to shoot but sees Jester's fireball, and decides to wait it out.*
*Branden listens very intently to what the AI says about their design, clearly wanting to know more.
"So you contain the framework for the system? Meaning if analyzed we could work out the kinks and make it so it could be completely human free. No cost of life, with the same computing power. Is it possible?" Branden asked, his mind racing at the thought. He could design his own AI, give him that edge he needed in combat.
He fiddled with his ruined handgun, he wished Tanick was here. He would know what questions to ask.*
*Were it not for Tanicks time with special forces and their mental training and other techniques, he would have gladly snorted at Tsarks comment about obediencey about the sith. However he held his tongue and simply listened in on the proceedings.
"If you can get me to a terminal, I can almost promise control over most of the ships functions. If you could get me to a firing control panel.. Well lets just say I could really cause a distraction. Is there anyway you could get me aboard as a technician? Im sure hundreds of thousands enter and leave the ship daily. I know they are under extreme security clearences but with the republic and the Empire's resources at our disposal, anything should and is possible." Tanick adds in, thinking of the thought of completely messing with the ships functions.
Alpha behind him shuffled, annoyed at the thought of having to leave Tanick alone..*
ignore please :)
*Branden growls a little when Vergil says play nice, thinking how easy it could be to blow her brains out right now.
"He's a confused one, I think. Fighting something inside of him would be my guess, his past. Who knows." Branden replied to the question curtly.
His thigh feels better but he won't be running any where any time soon. He looks at the mercenary.
"I'm guessing you guys are after him? You do realize even if you both make it to the end, yull just end up facing who's left. I believe it's to the death, last man standing kind of thing." Branden explains, not wanting to think about the thought of facing jester one on one.*
Makes sense now. We're all Serbian.
*Tanick nods, a correct answer.
"My main question is why after so many years and prime moments to make themselves noticed they choose now to build an armada of Destroyers. Is their criminal empire not enough for them?" Tanick asked aloud, out of curiosity.*
OOC: apologies. It appeared as if all of you were against me, ak explained that this is not the case.
*Branden goes flying once again, this time he doesn't take the blow so nicely and he feels some pain across his back but nothing serious. He realizes he's out of the fight, at least this one. He decides to talk more to the curious pair of ais in his head.
"You two still okay up there? Hope you guys didn't get fried. My armor should've taken most of the force of it, but I just want to make sure. What exactly are you guys anyway? Your clearly human, or used to be." Branden asks inspecting his gear.
Scythe was strapped around his back so he still had that but avenger 1 was ruined for the fight and avenger 2 was some feet away. The shield he had picked up was laying next to him and he dragged it over, just in case. He crawled over and grabbed avenger 2 and then found a wall to put his back to. He checked his rifle and started scanning his surroundings, just to make sure the area was clear of other hostile a. No nasty surprises this time.
The geonosian got to his feet and Branden could feel it's death glare, it wanted to kill him, but it didn't. Barely. He stretched and and felt the pain in his body again, but at this point he had gotten used to it. He looked around and spotted the medkit but was too weak to move anymore. He decided that once the battle was over that Nym could grab it.
He goes back to talking to the AI again.
"I kind of like the combat applications an AI gives. But I'm sure you two are more then just an AI. Your something more powerful, a lot more powerful." Branden exclaims.*
*As the Geonosian is distracted by his handmovement towards his sidearm, Branden reels off and punches the geonosian square in the face with his left hand. Theres no the way the creature can grab a pistol, hold a spear, and stop a blow to the face that was completely unpredicted. At the very least the creature is stunned allowing Branden to draw his pistol on his left side and immediately place rounds into the creature. If he does manage to respond to the blow Branden responds by drawing the knife he had picked up with his right hand and driving it into the creatures face, seeing how it was right above him.
"Die you stupid bug!" Branden shouts angrily as he does everything he can to bring down this god of a creature.*
OOC: I love how two random *** characters you made up for this event are powerful enough to take on our PCs. Kind of annoying. This is mainly just proving more and more that Nym is a god. But it's cool. It's all cool.
*Tanick enters the room as well, nodding at Tsarks reply. Expected, but he hoped Tsark could get more.
"I am curious as to why we are to work with the republic, although I presume it is the will of the Tion to have us working together." Tanick says quietly to the sith, waiting for the Tion representative to say what he has to say.*
*As the geonosian advances on Branden, he is able to make better shots on him. He fires shot after shot at him, until finally the geonosian slams into Branden. He takes his spear and penetrates him, and he feels the shock, but his armor withstands it long enough for him to draw his sidearm and unload the entire clip into the creature.
After that his armor finally takes enough and shuts down momentarily, as its circuits are overloaded. Branden is at peace though, he had given it all.*
OOC: obviously not accepting death, just was a nice post :P
*Branden takes aim on the genosian's wings, but his thigh throbs distracting him. He stops and breathes for a moment before taking aim again.
"Alright, V, let's see what you got." Branden exclaims preparing to shoot.
He squeezes the trigger and fires 4 shots at the geonosian's wings. If he misses he will at least get his attention.*
*Time slowed. Branden's heart and mind raced. He saw the mercenary reach and grab his disruptor, he saw him aim at Branden. He saw the shot being fired, but felt no pain, not at first. Branden felt himself pull up his rifle and take aim at the mans skull. He never felt the recoil as the weapon barked, killing the man instantly.
Branden instantly crumpled as the pain overtook his body, blocking out everything. It was as if his leg was completely gone. He screamed in agony, reaching down and clutching the wound, feeling bone. It almost made him black out but Jester kept him conscious.
"My thigh! Its gone!" Branden shouted, clutching the wound. He didnt know how the leg was completely gone, but he was thankful it wasn't.
There was no bleeding but the pain was excruciating. Jester spoke but Branden heard nothing. He handed him a chip, and knew what it was. He inserted it into the back of his helmet and he heard a voice. It called itself Vergil, must be this guy's AI, Branden thought to himself.
"Can you hear me?" Vergil asked, and Branden finally heard the AI speak clearly.
"Yes, this is strange though, a voice in my head." Branden replied, still examining the wound.
"Jester has given me to you so I may assist you in combat. Your going to need me. Put your back to the wall and ready yourself, Jester expects company." Vergil explained.
Branden pulled himself up and sat with his back to the wall, removing the shield off his back and placing it next to him. He pulled out a few grenades and placed them in his lap. He readied his rifle and started scanning the area for any sign of hostiles. Jester was off to his right, holding his melee weapons in hand. He was expecting company it seems..*
*Tanick looked at the sith, who was clearly avoiding his question. He seemed agitated, but Tanick didnt seem to care. Maybe this was why him and Branden got along so well...
"You seem to be offended by what I have asked. I meant no offense by it, I am simply curious from a intelligence point of view." Tanick explained this time looking at Tsark.
"As for your question, yes it is "cool". Money, power, prestige, what more could a man want?.." Tanick said and laughed a little before becoming serious again.
"He is a good man with a good heart. Though I fear that though his ideas are good and wonderful, they are not something this galaxy would ever accept. It seems to thrive off of war, it is disgusting. Not that you sith mind at all..." Tanick continued.
"But enough of this, I have something to ask of you. Regardless of my offensive nature, we shall have to speak of it in private (what we talked about in the pm) and I hope you would be keen to accept." Tanick explained.
He continued to walk with the others toward wherever they were going.*
*Branden turns and puts a round into the mans skull. He had had enough of the mans nonsense. But he knew the man, knew what he was worth. Even dead he was worth money, something maybe Jester here would be interested in..
Branden draws the knife and removes an ear, a tooth, and a finger. All enough for a dna match. He also snaps a picture using his helmet cam. To make sure no one else can claim his death he took the mans blaster and put rounds into the mans body, spread as to prevent identification. He also cut off the mans fingers and threw them about, burying some.
He finally decides to remove the mans head and bury it, just in case. He shot the man through the neck, and sliced it the rest of the way ripping it off completely. He found a spot nearby and buried it under some garbage and rubble. He felt a little sick, but he needed insurance.
"We should move, we've been here too long. I say we have two options, we could use one of these buildings to rest and recover, or continue going. It's your choice." Branden asked Jester, checking his surroundings.*
*On the way down the ramp, Alpha got up to follow and was stopped by one the sith enforcers. He snarled at the man.
"My job is make sure that this man lives, I go with him. No exceptions." Alpha exclaimed not backing down.
"He comes with me, you argue, you answer to the emperor." Tanick added, walking past both of them, Alpha pushing his way past.
Tanick listens to what Tsark has to say and nods.
"I like them, but your militarization of the sith worries me, as I'm sure it worries the Emperor. Why the need for more troops? Are our storm trooper corps not enough for the sith?" Tanick asked flatly, not even looking at the sith when he spoke, an odd quirk about Tanick, very antisocial.*
*Branden grows restless.
"Put a bullet in him and let's move." Branden exclaims agitated. "The longer we sit here the better chance we get ourselves ambushed." Branden added, still scanning for hostiles.
Windows, doors, corners, enemies could jump out at any one of them at any point. He did not like this..*
*Branden cautiously approaches, his eyes darting the area for movement. He did lower his weapon a bit upon approach, but was ready for anything.
He lets Jester speak alone, and instead watches out for anything suspicious, noting a vehicle nearby, could be handy. Probably a trap, though. He put these thoughts aside and continued to check around for enemies.*
*Branden nods, looking towards the center.
"Your lead then, I'll cover with my rifle. My guess is at this point there will be few enemies of poor skill left. Expect most enemies after this to offer a nice challenge." Branden offered before readying his gear.
He took out the knife he had picked up, nothing special but solid. Would hold its own but not against any serious melee weapon. His mind drifted to the thought of him facing the man named Jester.. It gave him the shivers, he didn't want to think about being delimbed by this man... He put the thoughts aside and waiting for Jester to lead the way.*
*Branden eyes the other man.
"It would be good to learn your name." Branden exclaimed, searching the bodies and taking their ammo. He also picks up a knife that one had carried.
"I'm torn on where we should go. More enemies would concentrated in the center, but much more dangerous. Is that the route would you prefer?" Branden asked the other man.*