Military Recon of Tarthos

Alabrek Castle
Tarthos
Orian System

The Quaestor studied the holographic map in front of him. Along with the principle cities on Tarthos a number of smaller sites were highlighted, with indicators of troop and member assignments. “It looks as if we have most of the first phase covered,” Hades commented, “our members are pretty thinly spread though.”
“The call has gone out to others,” Locke replied, “we are awaiting responses. We can hope our fellow house may send volunteers to assist.”
“Perhaps,” the Quaestor said thoughtfully, “though they have their own issues on Aeotheran and Inos.”
There was the sound of footsteps from behind, and an officer entered. “You have a visitor Quaestor,” he announced.
Hades turned. “Who?”
“The Quaestor of Shar Dakhan, sir.”
“Malisane?” Locke replied in surprise.
“Show him in,” Hades ordered.
They waited until the armoured figure entered the room, and removed his helmet to reveal his burned and ripped features.
“Greetings Malisane,” Hades said with a slight inclination of his head. “How can we help you?”
“You requested volunteers Quaestor.”
“We did indeed.” Locke confirmed cautiously.
Malisane turned to the Aedile. “I am volunteering.”
Hades glanced at Locke, and then back at his fellow Quaestor. “Very well. As you may be aware we are investigating a number of defunct facilities here on Tarthos. To see if they are worth restoring or deconstructing. We have several remaining in our first phase.”
“Give me the coordinates and some troopers and it will be done Quaestor.”
“Very well. Hades replied, “We are sending you to facility Vesh, at the north tip of Luger Mau. It is not one of ours so we suspect the Collective built it. It's designation is unknown and scans reveal nothing. A platoon and a LAAT will be waiting for you in the shuttle bay.”
Malisane nodded. “Good day.” He inclined his head, and then turned and departed.
Hades turned to Locke. “What is he up to? It seems odd him turning up.”
Locke considered this. He had spent several months working with the Dakhan Quaestor. “Do you want me to be honest?”
“Of course.”
“He gets bored easily.”
Hades frowned. “I see.”

Facility Vesh
Luger Mau
Tarthos

Malisane watched the cold and mostly featureless landscape pass. Tarthos at its best was cold and bleak and uninteresting, unless you liked dilapidated ruins or extreme hunting. He had spent a few months here a decade or so ago and had not missed it. He glanced at the young Lieutenant who was stood at the front near the cockpit. Currently the Chiss was trying to avoid the stare of the assassin droid. Zero did not like strangers and had no shame in showing it.
Lieutenant Obena, as his name was usually abbreviated to, turned to the Warlord. “Sir, we are here. We will land a safe distance away and make our way on foot for safety.”
“Very good,” Malisane replied.
The LAAT landed and immediately the Ragnos troopers deployed around it, as Malisane made his way down, followed by the assassin droid. He could see in the distance a short and squat building. Either the facility was very small or it lay below ground. At a signal from the Lieutenant the platoon began to approach and fan out surrounding the facility. A couple of troopers using specialist equipment approached ahead scanning for any defensive mines or alert systems. Malisane followed, letting his senses explore the area. He did not sense any danger. He looked down at the black assassin droid, who rolled along the hard ground smoothly as its lights flashed on and off.

They reached the door, and Malisane watched as one of the specialists worked on the lock. There was an impatient tone from Zero, as the droid watched the trooper's efforts. Malisane's head turned to regard the droid. “Quiet.” The droids head turned to him for a second, and then back to watch.
The door opened and four troopers slipped inside taking the lead, followed by the Lieutenant, Malisane and Zero. The rest followed, except for a rear guard remaining outside the facility.
It was dark inside, as the lead soldiers torches scanned the entrance room. The entrance was mostly empty, save for a few broken pieces of equipment and a desk with a missing chair. There was also a lift at one end, its panels dark.
“We need to restore the power,” Lieutenant Obena commented.
Malisane nodded, and glanced at a trooper who was examining a panel on the wall. The specialist turned. “The panel is inactive,” he replied, “the system seems to be locked out.”
“Zero,” Malisane addressed the droid, “see what you can do.”
There was a deep, sonorous tone from the droid, but it moved forward to obey. It extended it's tools and began to work on the panel. Finally it turned and made another deep tone, this time of annoyance. The Lieutenant turned to Malisane questioningly.
“We will have to do this the hard way,” the Battlelord replied.
“We can cut the door open sir.”
“Allow me,” Malisane said and walked forward, igniting his saber. He raised it and inserted it between the gap in the doors, and then began to slowly drag it downwards with a shower of sparks. Finally he turned it off and raised a hand. With a groaning sound the doors slid open revealing the empty dark shaft. At a signal from the officer a trooper stepped forward and dropped a flare into the shaft, and it fell downwards. They looked down. It was perhaps a hundred feet down, and the lift car was at the bottom.

At a signal from the Lieutenant the troopers lowered ropes into the shaft. Malisane pushed aside and went first, sliding down quickly to land on the roof of the car. A second later he was joined by two troopers who examined the roof. There was a panel and one of them skilfully opened it. They dropped into the lift and Malisane joined them. The doors were open and the Warlord looked into the darkness. He could sense something in the darkness, but his helmet display showed nothing. Slowly the two troopers with him moved forward, rifles raised. Behind him he could hear the sound of more troopers making their way down. Slowly the troopers advanced forward, more joining them at the bottom of the shaft.
“Here sir,” a trooper said pointing to another panel, “this one is lit.”
Malisane gestured to Zero, who grumblingly made its way forward and began to work on the panel, the two specialists ready to help if needed. The rest of the troopers lead by their Lieutenant made a defensive screen, their weapons ready as several shone weapons into the darkness. The room appeared to be large, and several desks and terminals could be made out.
“What is this place?” Lieutenant Obena asked, as the Chiss surveyed the darkness, “it does not look like a military base.”
Malisane shut his eyes, his senses reaching out into the darkness. “There is something here, hostile.”
“What sir?”
The Warlord opened his eyes. “I am unsure.”
The droid made a triumphant noise and a loud whirring of machinery filled the room, as the lights came on, briefly blinding the troopers who shut their eyes against the burning brightness. Malisane, his integral lenses protecting him beneath his helmet visor, was unaffected, and looked around him in surprise. Beyond several desks and cabinets, and tables in the centre of the room were a pair of corridors leading off to the left and right of the lift. There were several skeletons on the floor, surrounded by shredded pieces of clothing and armour and some discarded weapons.
“It would seem you were right sir,” the Lieutenant observed.

Malisane nodded. His senses were growing stronger now, there was something near by. “We need to search.”
Lieutenant Obena turned to his sergeant, a burly man stood nearby. “Sergeant, send two teams into each corridor. Maintain silence unless you find something significant. One team will remain here.”
Malisane watched as the NCO disposed his troops and then followed one of the teams down the right corridor, the droid following him. Malisane pushed forward to walk next to the sergeant who was leading, the Lieutenant having taken the opposite direction. He could still sense hostility somewhere near, though he could not tell what. They reached a junction, with a blank wall ahead and two more corridors leading off left and right.
“Which way now Sir?” the Sergeant asked.
Malisane looked left and right, and then his senses suddenly ramped up in intensity. “Back!” he ordered as the sound of scrabbling paws could be heard. As the eight troopers and their NCO reacted dark creatures bounded down each corridor towards them, with yellow eyes and sharp teeth. “Fire!” the sergeant ordered as his troopers took defensive positions backing off into the single corridor. Malisane drew his shotgun and fired into the creatures. Two were hit and staggered, blood bursting from them, but they kept coming as more scrabbled past them in the narrow corridor. Dropping the shotgun he ignited his saber, and as his blood began to surge he leapt forward towards the creatures, to the surprise of the troopers behind him who were backing off and firing their blasters.

Planting his feet, he scythed his white saber blade back and forth as the creatures leapt at him, as blaster fire shot past him. A second later there was an explosion as Zero fired an explosive round into the horde pushing forward, raising cries of pain from the creatures caught in the blast. Malisane backed off slightly into the single corridor, as the troopers covered him. More of the creatures burst from the two corridors and the Sith raised a hand, and then made a gesture at the ground and the floor rocked in a telekinetic detonation, sending the four legged attackers backwards as they rolled and scrabbled to right themselves.
“There are too many sir we must retreat,” the Sergeant shouted.
Malisane snarled, and then he began to back off, waving his saber warningly at the creatures as the troopers began a withdrawal, firing their weapons at any creature which bound round into the corridor from either direction. Zero loosed another explosive shot that burst amongst the creatures, causing them to roar in pain as several were torn apart.
In twos the troopers pushed back through the doorway into the main chamber. From the left corridor Lieutenant Obenas section were doing likewise. They were now moving out into the chamber, taking defensive positions to maximise firepower on the corridors. Malisane backed off into the centre of the room, Zero beside him.

Suddenly everything went quiet, aside from a quiet growling and the sound of many claws on metal concrete flooring. “They're waiting,” the sergeant observed.
The Lieutenant looked at Malisane. “They have us surrounded. Do we or retreat?”
Malisane looked back at the lift. Despite the power being back on, the controls and display were dark. “The turbo-lift is out of action, probably due to our entrance. The only way up is to climb two or three at a time. When enough of us are out the remainder will be overrun. Retreat is not an option.”
“What are those things?” the Sergeant asked, “I don't recognise them. And what are they doing down here?”
The Lieutenant glanced at Malisane who shrugged. Obenas looked around at everyone slowly. “Either they were brought in here for, or there is a secondary entrance or air filtration pipe they entered by and killed the inhabitants. Either way we have no idea how many there are left.”
Malisane walked over to a terminal in the centre and examined the display. “The fire suppression system is still operational.” He looked around at the helmeted troopers. “We all have an oxygen supply. We can flush the base with retardant gas and flush them out of whichever way they got in.”
The sergeant looked at him dubiously. “That may flush them all in here sir.”
Malisane shrugged. “That is possible. It is better than waiting. Prepare yourselves.”
Lietenant Obena nodded. “Everyone check your seals and make ready.”

As Malisane hit the controls, a loud alarm began to sound throughout the facility, and a second later gas began to pour down from the ceiling. He tensed himself and readied his saber, as around him the troopers readied themselves, gripping blaster rifles. Above the sound of the alarm a loud roaring could be heard from the corridors, and he felt the sudden emotion of panic and anger from the creatures. A second later the troopers began to fire through the gas as some of the creatures burst into the room, and the battle begun. As he braced himself, and then attacked with his saber, Zero moved forward to fire it's blaster cannon at the creatures that burst into the room, as many more were mown down by the troopers weapons. One soldier was dragged to the ground by a maddened creature that ripped at his armour seals, before a companion shot it dead. Malisane focused on any enemy that came close, keeping his feet planted and his saber swinging with both arms as creatures leapt at him through the fog that was now filling the room. One near him reared up, and then fell gasping as the air supply was pushed out up the lift shaft by the increasingly heavy blanket of gas. Finally it was harder to see in the room, and he focused on the force to see any creature that entered. Finally it went quiet.

The atmosphere in the room was heavy with weariness, tension and the gas. “I think it is over sir,” Lieutenant Obena called across the room.
Malisane nodded. “Zero, switch it off and vent it.”
There was a deep tone from nearby, and then they heard the droid motoring across the floor. Finally the alarm quietened, and a few seconds later the gas jets turned off and the sound of the air conditioning turned up. Malisane waited while the room slowly began to clear. There were several bodies of unlucky troopers, but more of the creatures. He reached out with the force and found only emptiness. Either they were all dead or many had escaped another way, but the only living creatures within a hundred metres were himself and the troopers.
“They are gone.”
“Thank the maker,” the Sergeant commented.
Malisane ignored the derisive tone from the assassin droid and turned to the Lieutenant. I will take a squad down the right corridor. Commence a search of the left.”
Lieutenant Obena nodded. “Sergeant, secure this location.”

Malisane lead the team of four troopers, one of the specialists and Zero down the corridor. They briefly searched the right turning at the junction, and found it led to a supply room and a large hole in the wall, with a battered door hanging off his hinges, presumably the way the creatures had broken in. An inclining tunnel lead off into the darkness, coming out somewhere near the cliffs. Leaving two troopers to secure it he lead the remainder back and along the left tunnel, until he came to a sealed door.
“Warlord, sir,” Lieutenant Obena's voice came over the communicator, “we have secured the right corridor. It simply leads to mess and sleeping facilities.”
“Acknowledged,” Malisane replied, “we have located and secured secondary entrance. We have found another chamber and will investigate.”
“Acknowledged sir, Obena out.”

Malisane examined the door, and tried the panel. It did not respond. He glanced at the specialist who came forward and examined it.
“It requires a palm or retinal scan sir,” she replied.
“Can you override it.”
“It will likely have an anti tamper system sir,” she told him, “and possibly trapped. It will take some time to safely bypass it, even for your droid.”
Malisane looked down at the droid, who made a deep tone, it's meaning lost. He made a decision. “Stand back.” He turned to the door, and focused on it, letting his mind search down through it's components. Painstakingly he began to slowly shift key levers and mechanisms. The troopers and even the assassin droid watched cautiously. Finally there was a loud clunking noise and the door slid open.

Malisane pressed inside, followed by the troopers. The room was dark, but he located a switch. Suddenly the chamber was illuminated, and even the world weary Sith was surprised. They were stood at the top of a platform, with metal steps leading down into the room. On the wide floor below were banks of terminals, and in front of them was what appeared to be an immense holo projector. Malisane led them quietly down, as Lieutenant Obena joined them from behind. They reached the bottom and approached the central terminal and examined it. He pressed a few buttons experimentally, and then there was a loud whirring noise. Instinctively the troopers grasped their rifles and looked around them cautiously. Then a lights on the holoprojector lit and the giant mostly frozen ball of Tarthos appeared in front of them, shimmering slightly. There was a pause and then features began to appear, first the cities of Kar Alabrek and Markosian, and then Mucenic, and then others began to dot across the planet, some already on the map he had seen earlier, and others the Ragnos Summit probably did not know about.
“A Map?” Lieutenant Obena asked.
Malisane shrugged and clicked a few more buttons, and the planet shrunk slightly, and projected moons appeared, and flickering shapes of ships moving in the planets orbit. The data pinpointed an Acclamator and Vindicator amongst other smaller ones. More much smaller images were moving across the surface of the planet, the biggest concentration around the population centres.
“More than that I think,” Malisane observed. “I suggest we return to the surface and report back to your House Summit. I suspect we have found something very useful.”