11-05-2016, 02:59 AM
The deafening roar of repulsorlift engines drove its way through a Tier 4 alleyway. An ex-ranger of Bardan Jaxx was leading Trixie and Nova in a high-speed chase across Coruscant. TIE Interceptors had been deployed and it was only a matter of time before they cut off the escape path or blew the target out of the sky. Trixie knew they were just going to shoot first and ask later. She did not want that to happen. Unfortunately, the associate of Jaxx’s had a faster vehicle and the ancient Multi Altitude Assault Transport, that had been basically a rolling chassis with two engines in disrepair, could keep up but couldn’t catch the lead vehicle.
“I need more power!” Trixie shouted back to Nova.
November Terra had both maintenance ladders extended and was basically hanging by her feet in the engine catwalk that was designed to allow engineers to make repairs to the various systems without having to physically remove the engines. She was fixing the aging repulsors and putting them back together as they fell apart in flight. Her partners aggravated command made her drop a wrench and beam her forehead on a solid steel panel.
“Fuck! I’m giving it all she’s got, dammit!” The blond sniper screamed through the loud whine of the engine compartment, blood trickling down her face.
Biting her lip Trixie twisted both thrust knobs to full and plugged in an auto intercept path. Ignoring the computers warning that the current airspeed would not be enough to intercept, Trixie stepped out of the cockpit and threw her cloak out of the side door.
“Follow close behind. I got this.” The redheaded mistress nodded to her comrade who dropped out of the maintenance catwalk and into the main compartment.
It was time to test out of the full potential of the exoskeleton Sia had given her. She may have been in an older suit of ARC Trooper armor, but the power core still held a charge. As Trixie attached the box looking device to her lower back the servos engaged and fastened it in place. Grabbing the lip of the ceiling the mistress swung herself out of the transport and onto the roof, exerting her force ability. Pushing off the hull with an immense kick of dark side energy Trixie flew forward towards the fleeing ex-Ranger.
Combat Exoskeleton Tallgeese!
With an explosion of rainbow omnilium the storage tanks purged from the device and encompassed the redhead Sith Warrior. Just as she began to fall the booster system manifested itself and she burst forward, immediately breaking the sound barrier several times. It only took seconds to catch up to their target. In one motion Trixie drew Falkner’s lightsaber and fluidly cut the vehicle the Ranger was using in half up the middle. Splitting the wreckage with the force, her body completely covered by the Tallgeese exoskeleton at this point, she grabbed the soldier by the arm, clamped down on him and immediately thrusted backward towards the incoming Terra. Both Trixie and her blond comrade landed at the same time, the facemask opening up on the mistress’ suit. As Nova powered down the engines to bring the craft in for a landing it was audible at how bad of shape the engines were in. The chassis was vibrating and ejecting metal shaving as the craft basically ate itself.
“Take him back to Tier 3. That Black Sun base I acquired before I left. Park in the hanger on the bottom level. I’ll be right behind you.” Trixie ordered, fastening the now unconscious Ranger to a chair that had been bolted into the transport area of the MAAT.
Nova saluted her commander officer and engaged the repulsors, which almost didn’t restart. They coughed and sputtered, shooting out bits of metal and engine internals before reigniting with a brilliant flash of blue energy.
As Nova carefully piloted the MAAT into the hangar level of Trixie’s giant Tier 3 complex the containment warnings for both engines lit up, which created a catastrophic engine malfunction. With inches left before touchdown, both engines died and dropped the salvaged craft to the hangar floor with a thunderous crash. Several loud discharges that ejected metal from the exhaust vents rang out through the room as Trixie touched down.
“Well that’s going to need a lot of work…” The mistress said as her helmet visor liquefied, exposing her face.
“That and the Imperial ARC 170 in the back.”
“You have an ARC 170?” Nova asked as she grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher off the wall and emptied it into the nearest engine vent.
“Yeah. Luna set this all up ages ago for me. The secondary reactor must still be on. Veronica hasn’t acknowledged our arrival. Nor have the HK units.” The redhead replied, ripping the ex-Ranger from his chair and throwing him over her shoulder.
“Veronica? Who’s Veronica?” Nova asked, slotting the fire extinguisher back on the wall.
Trixie laughed and hit the hanger door controls making the giant door begins its journey downward. The duo and their unconscious criminal made their way upstairs to the crew area. Off one of the hallways was a section of energy containment cells built off an interrogation room. Dropping the ex-Ranger into one of the disabled fields, Trixie moved to the wall controls and enabled it. Pressing an extra couple of buttons the lights went from red, to green, to orange.
“That should get him to talk. With the field modulation altered in that way he’ll start seeing shit.” Mistress Zulenka spoke to her partner who was at the door with her arms crossed.
“Veronica is an AI that runs this place. She’s like Luna, but completely cybernetic and incapable of leaving her Integrated Cybernetic Humanoid Repository or ICHR. It’s basically a liquid cooled bath that she’s submerged in while she runs things. From time to time she activates the backup systems and takes a vacation.”
“Can computers even take vacations?” Nova asked with a raised eyebrow.
With a laugh Trixie exited the interrogation room and locked the door behind them. Continuing up the stairs the redheaded Sith gave Nova a cursory tour of their new living quarters. Both had private rooms on the top level with the middle section housing at least 50 or more mini apartment pods for visitors and potential crew. Finally getting to the main foyer Trixie opened a hidden panel in the wall and punched in a 16-digit code. Pressing her fingertip to the display the lock disengaged and opened into an unusually cool room with a kolto tank looking tube in the middle mounted from the ceiling straight to the floor. Various server racks of varying degrees of power and performance lined the walls with thick cables running along the floor and into the glass cylinder. Alone in the corner was a workstation for an administrator to gain access to the system, but it was behind what looked to be a cortosis alloy gate.
“Emperor's wrath, Trixie.” Nova looked on in wonder.
“Luna said she owed me a favor. For what I have no idea, but she promised she’d get me a place to call home.”
“Speaking of which. Get Knudal over for that interrogation. We need to confirm the reports that Luna has disappeared.”
Nova nodded before heading for the exit. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower. You…want to join me?”
Trixie’s head jerked in the direction of her comrade, whose face was beet red.
“Yeah I could use a good shower.” She replied with a smile.
“I need more power!” Trixie shouted back to Nova.
November Terra had both maintenance ladders extended and was basically hanging by her feet in the engine catwalk that was designed to allow engineers to make repairs to the various systems without having to physically remove the engines. She was fixing the aging repulsors and putting them back together as they fell apart in flight. Her partners aggravated command made her drop a wrench and beam her forehead on a solid steel panel.
“Fuck! I’m giving it all she’s got, dammit!” The blond sniper screamed through the loud whine of the engine compartment, blood trickling down her face.
Biting her lip Trixie twisted both thrust knobs to full and plugged in an auto intercept path. Ignoring the computers warning that the current airspeed would not be enough to intercept, Trixie stepped out of the cockpit and threw her cloak out of the side door.
“Follow close behind. I got this.” The redheaded mistress nodded to her comrade who dropped out of the maintenance catwalk and into the main compartment.
It was time to test out of the full potential of the exoskeleton Sia had given her. She may have been in an older suit of ARC Trooper armor, but the power core still held a charge. As Trixie attached the box looking device to her lower back the servos engaged and fastened it in place. Grabbing the lip of the ceiling the mistress swung herself out of the transport and onto the roof, exerting her force ability. Pushing off the hull with an immense kick of dark side energy Trixie flew forward towards the fleeing ex-Ranger.
Combat Exoskeleton Tallgeese!
With an explosion of rainbow omnilium the storage tanks purged from the device and encompassed the redhead Sith Warrior. Just as she began to fall the booster system manifested itself and she burst forward, immediately breaking the sound barrier several times. It only took seconds to catch up to their target. In one motion Trixie drew Falkner’s lightsaber and fluidly cut the vehicle the Ranger was using in half up the middle. Splitting the wreckage with the force, her body completely covered by the Tallgeese exoskeleton at this point, she grabbed the soldier by the arm, clamped down on him and immediately thrusted backward towards the incoming Terra. Both Trixie and her blond comrade landed at the same time, the facemask opening up on the mistress’ suit. As Nova powered down the engines to bring the craft in for a landing it was audible at how bad of shape the engines were in. The chassis was vibrating and ejecting metal shaving as the craft basically ate itself.
“Take him back to Tier 3. That Black Sun base I acquired before I left. Park in the hanger on the bottom level. I’ll be right behind you.” Trixie ordered, fastening the now unconscious Ranger to a chair that had been bolted into the transport area of the MAAT.
Nova saluted her commander officer and engaged the repulsors, which almost didn’t restart. They coughed and sputtered, shooting out bits of metal and engine internals before reigniting with a brilliant flash of blue energy.
***
As Nova carefully piloted the MAAT into the hangar level of Trixie’s giant Tier 3 complex the containment warnings for both engines lit up, which created a catastrophic engine malfunction. With inches left before touchdown, both engines died and dropped the salvaged craft to the hangar floor with a thunderous crash. Several loud discharges that ejected metal from the exhaust vents rang out through the room as Trixie touched down.
“Well that’s going to need a lot of work…” The mistress said as her helmet visor liquefied, exposing her face.
“That and the Imperial ARC 170 in the back.”
“You have an ARC 170?” Nova asked as she grabbed a nearby fire extinguisher off the wall and emptied it into the nearest engine vent.
“Yeah. Luna set this all up ages ago for me. The secondary reactor must still be on. Veronica hasn’t acknowledged our arrival. Nor have the HK units.” The redhead replied, ripping the ex-Ranger from his chair and throwing him over her shoulder.
“Veronica? Who’s Veronica?” Nova asked, slotting the fire extinguisher back on the wall.
Trixie laughed and hit the hanger door controls making the giant door begins its journey downward. The duo and their unconscious criminal made their way upstairs to the crew area. Off one of the hallways was a section of energy containment cells built off an interrogation room. Dropping the ex-Ranger into one of the disabled fields, Trixie moved to the wall controls and enabled it. Pressing an extra couple of buttons the lights went from red, to green, to orange.
“That should get him to talk. With the field modulation altered in that way he’ll start seeing shit.” Mistress Zulenka spoke to her partner who was at the door with her arms crossed.
“Veronica is an AI that runs this place. She’s like Luna, but completely cybernetic and incapable of leaving her Integrated Cybernetic Humanoid Repository or ICHR. It’s basically a liquid cooled bath that she’s submerged in while she runs things. From time to time she activates the backup systems and takes a vacation.”
“Can computers even take vacations?” Nova asked with a raised eyebrow.
With a laugh Trixie exited the interrogation room and locked the door behind them. Continuing up the stairs the redheaded Sith gave Nova a cursory tour of their new living quarters. Both had private rooms on the top level with the middle section housing at least 50 or more mini apartment pods for visitors and potential crew. Finally getting to the main foyer Trixie opened a hidden panel in the wall and punched in a 16-digit code. Pressing her fingertip to the display the lock disengaged and opened into an unusually cool room with a kolto tank looking tube in the middle mounted from the ceiling straight to the floor. Various server racks of varying degrees of power and performance lined the walls with thick cables running along the floor and into the glass cylinder. Alone in the corner was a workstation for an administrator to gain access to the system, but it was behind what looked to be a cortosis alloy gate.
“Emperor's wrath, Trixie.” Nova looked on in wonder.
“Luna said she owed me a favor. For what I have no idea, but she promised she’d get me a place to call home.”
“Speaking of which. Get Knudal over for that interrogation. We need to confirm the reports that Luna has disappeared.”
Nova nodded before heading for the exit. “I’m gonna grab a quick shower. You…want to join me?”
Trixie’s head jerked in the direction of her comrade, whose face was beet red.
“Yeah I could use a good shower.” She replied with a smile.
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