Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Aug 1, 2013 13:03:52 GMT -8
-Senzory officer, The Crete- "ORDINANCE!" Seleevan at once called up the sensorry officers data on his screen while ordering the full withdrawal from the SSD-type ships on his military channel.-Encrypted HoK Command Channel- Captain, take us out of here! SSG group, line up behind the Arthur, Arthur turn forward One Eighty Degrees, Shield the fleet from the blast! Record with every camera! Arthur, Evacuate, Thats an ORDER Captain Babra! Ground Team, pack upp essencials and evacuation!The Sensorry officer was right in yelling. The ammount of explosives on those ships were a waste of good military budgets. Effective though...The Crete fired off both sets of engines and accelerated at high speeds, even the low energy consumption internal stabalisers couldnt fully opress the sense of motion. The planets gravity well made itself known, but luckily the crew were used to it, and well strapped to chairs. The Crete fled the estimated explosive radious. Tthe Victory II class ships used their directional and main thrusters to best strafe in behind the Arthur, trying to set up a line as the Arthur turns with its huge bulk and becomes a shield towards the incoming enemy fleet. The LAATS that were sent to evacuate the Arthurs main crew had just left it and speeded towards the victory II star destroyers in the shadow of the King Arthur. The Behemoth Class then started raining Escape pods... but did they get out in time?
Sel demuted the Imperial fleet. You have 19 seconds to remove your ships from harms way before the fireworks explode. I shall spread the word when the others arrive. If I find out you are deceiving me Mr Khar there will be no place in the civilized galaxy you can hide. Sels first thought was 'You are welcome to try' and his second was 'How old is this message?'. It was 14 seconds old.BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!Everyone pf The Cretes crewmembers grabbed on something steady and then the world shook, blinked and at places even exploded...The sky opened in front of the Nemesis Triton, and hell erupted from within.Space was a blazing inferno and The Arthur did not have a chance. The explosions hit the ship and ripped its shields and hull appart, ripping away the sides first, and then explosions started to shake the ship before the entire thing blowing up itself. The smaller Victory II star destroyers were shielded by the Behemoth though, and while some got minor damadges to hull and paint, minor injuries on the crew and a few deaths was all the damadge it had done, as reports came in seconds later. These reports go to a separate group of dispatches aboard the Crete, and they added the data to the mainfraims tactical computer witch then added up all information so the status reports of all ships in one group could be viewed by the admiral and Seleevan Khar in moments notice on one single display. Those House of Khar IT teams are proud of their enginuity.On the Bridge of the Crete, two injurries from a minor fire that errupted as a workstation shorted out, but no big damadge. Any workstations purpouse can be reapplied to an other, so two could work on one. Again, the help of those pesky HoK IT guys...-Encrypted HoK Command Channel- All ships, Full evacutation plan is activated. SSG, link up with the ground teams and back their evacuation. LAAT rescue groups, get our landed escape pods and get them into the closest ships.All space vessels started to descend towards the Athmosphere.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 24, 2013 18:43:58 GMT -8
At the edge of system, even farther than most pirates liked to hang out, a Nebulon-B frigate exits hyperspace and begins to monitor the system. It looks specifically for any defenses the world may have. As it probes the planets defenses with its long range sensors, it moves around the system's perimeter in a series of micro jumps. It's course plotting a rough dodecahedron as it seeks to evaluate the planets strengths and weaknesses from a wide variety of angles. If it passes completely unnoticed through it's first circuit, the CO will consider moving closer to the planet for more detailed information. At this distance, the ship is likely to get only the number, size, possibly class, and vague orientation of any ships in excess of 100 meters in its largest dimension.
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Oct 26, 2013 15:57:33 GMT -8
The Prakith System was still a mess from the battle. Due to the closeness between the breakdown of the Empire and the battle of Prakith husks of ships still floated aimlessly through space. Major areas above the planet still had a blue tinge to it, from the nuclear bombs. The warlord below had neither the man power nor the resources to remove the debris. Of the floating space junk many pieces still had power, giving the illusion at least to an unmanned drone that there were a half dozen warships powered up and ready to fight. In reality they were long dead, and waiting to be removed.
The systems actual defences contained a single 100 year old Corellian Cruiser patriots the space. Over the years it had been retrofitted and repaired so that it was twice as strong and three times as fast. It wasn't pretty, but it was all the local guy had. Even his planet had a small continent of 100 loyal stormtroopers. It was a barren world, the defences barren and the people trying just to scrape by.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 29, 2013 19:21:19 GMT -8
The ship's CO notes the large debris field and the ruined state of the planet. he catalogs the planet as a low threat world, rich in easily obtainable resources. He also notes that the remains of the ships may or may not still be active, or jury rigged to serve as a defensive net of sensors, cannon emplacements, missile launchers, and mines around the world. This world could prove useful for the shipyards over Foerost, but any expeditions to gather resources should be wary of traps and plain bad luck. The corvette escaped the captains notice, hidden within so many other bits of ships, it blended in perfectly with its surroundings. The CO decided tat a closer look could be dangerous, and chose to move on to his second target rather than risk his ship to gain more information, especially this early in the game. The Frigate, used its hypercomm array to send its data, and the CO's report, back to Foerost, before jumping back into the swirls of hyper space toward it's next destination.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2014 16:03:46 GMT -8
A Vanguard-class heavy assault gunship appeared from hyperspace above the mountainous world of Prakith, with Jedi Master Sacuru and his group of Jedi Guardians at the controls of the Gunship. After transmitting some friendly codes to Orbital Control, they had only to wait a short while before they were given permission to land at the Spaceport in Prak City, which they wasted no time in doing as they angled The Savannah down towards the planet and began their descent
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 12:33:31 GMT -8
The following exited hyperspace:
The elders had convened, the Quincy fleet had been forged anew, and, finally, they had acted. Under the command of Quincy Kael Khan, the Quincy First Battle Group had left Fresia en masse, and, similarly in force, they had reappeared within Prakith space. Prakith...an old fortress world that was notoriously hard to conquer: her glory days over, the world had been devoid of outside influence and involvement in galactic political affairs for nearly twenty-four years (Or 24 months IRL). She had been forgotten to all, now that the major empires of the galaxy waned - forgotten by all but the Quincy. Seeing opportunity, General Quincy Kael Khan had developed a major offensive - Operation Huttian Blade - to retake the planet.
And so they did. Dropping out of hyperspace, the ships descended towards the planet's surface - the once proud planet's defenses old and dilapidated. Silently, like bronze colored giants, the hulking craft descended first into outer orbit, then lower, then down onto the surface of the planet itself.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2016 20:41:13 GMT -8
(Continuing from Prakith City RP)
In orbit, the refitted Lormar-class Listening Post was slowly activated.
Droid information Officers took their places at Masterline Terminals and Com-scan Consoles beginning the process of extracting and refining valuable data from their assigned frequencies. From here, GY-I analysis droids overseeing, monitoring, and analyzing the information provided by the Information officers collated and organized the mass of information into usable data - which was then packeted and sent to to the administration droids. The Admin droids then filed the information according to security rating, applying encryption, additional security measures, or even committing the Intel to paper copy before deleting the information. Meanwhile, EI-9 Network droids monitored the Station and the InfoNet (well, the theoretical net for purposes of this simulation) for breaches, while NR-1100 Slicing droids stood by to help defend against electronic attack, or otherwise be tasked with breaking an encryption.
There was, needless to say, massive mishaps. Three thousand droid officers reported to duty at the same place - a programming error that should have told them to report to deck five, section five, instead diverting them to deck six, section six. Additionally, among the GY-I information droids, nearly a hundred GA Information droids had been slipped in - these droids, similar to the GY-I, were cheaper and of less quality, and were the result of a vendor wanting to undercut the Quincy and make a larger profit. The Administration droids performed admirably - with the exception that nearly two hundred of them had their espionage programming fail to take, and were busy trying to fill twenty year old requisition forms - incorrectly believing the Refinery Station was still trying to refine raw ores. Meanwhile, the Mega'puter refused to communicate with two of its peripheral processors, and nearly half of the spectrum analyzers, datasifters, and decoders were on the fritz and refusing to interface correctly with their droid counterparts and their terminals.
Then the clincher - the listening array was working as advertised, with subspace and holonet arrays monitoring, but individually rather than in tandem. As a result, the array sent the information in two distinct datafeeds, one for HoloNet, the other for Subspace, essentially doubling the amount of time it took to relay information - as the peripheral processing buffers that offloaded the information became overwhelmed under the strain.
The report, given to Quincy Kael Khan, was unacceptable - he immediately authorized funds for an outside slicer to reprogram the stations mainframe routines to speed up the integration of the station into the Quincy SpyNet. As such, a request for a slicer, detailing the job needed, was put out, along with a heft credit commission for a job completed.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2016 12:31:18 GMT -8
(Note to self: first post about corvette-class minelayer exiting Prakith didn't post.)
And, just as suddenly as they began, they were done. Well, for the most part anyway; the relay stations, satellites, and transceivers had all been harvested from Fresia and Prakith, or otherwise built from scratch or bought outright. Now, after a lengthy amount of programming and double checking artificial Intelligence routines, the resulting components that would make up the majority of the Quincy SpyNet were loaded onto a corvette-class minelayer, modified for satellite deployment duty - the relay station adhered to the outer hull by way of docking clamps - and, after being briefed on its mission, oriented and jumped to hyperspace. With any luck, their mission would be done within three months or so, the exacting process of placing the SpyNet assets in exact positions and then tuning them to one another being a time consuming process.
This was for the better, however. The Lormar Listening Post was sadly in a state of disarray and confusion - the slicer had yet to arrive, and, unfortunately, bugs and faulty routines continued to rampage across the station. This was to be expected of course - no such endeavor of such size wasn't plagued by problems. This was part of why the Quincy ran tests and simulations - far better to fix things with the assets at hand, rather than moored in deep space. Resources, while vast indeed, were slowed and stagnated by political strife - General Quincy Kael Khan was now in direct confrontation with Director Quincy Keizer Locke, the Director of the Bureau and the essential General in Chief of the Quincy's new Intelligence Directive. This political strife was mirrored by the council of elders - who even now debated as to whether the military and Intelligence divisions should be split in half. It was one such meeting, with Quincy Kael Khan and Quincy Keizer Locke attending, that now played out on Prakith...
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The planet below sparkled gently in the light of dawn, the observation decks panoramic window bathing the room and its large meeting table with high-backed chairs in golden light. The observation deck of the planetary monitoring station of Prakith served as a neutral meeting spot for the Elders of the Quincy, as well as the de facto base of operations for the Quincy military. An emergency meeting had been called, and the Elders had gathered - along with General Quincy Kael Khan, and Director Quincy Keizer Locke. Even now the two men, General and Director, standing at stiff attention, glowered at each other from across the room on opposite sides of the table, while the Elders took their seats. "Gentlemen," said Elder Sylvan, the elected spokesperson and Alderman of the council, "please, relax and sit down. We have grave business to discuss." Silently, Kael and Keizer slowly sat in the chairs offered, albeit their rigid stance didn't ease in the least. Continuing on, Sylvan gestured, and a hologram activated in the center of the table - displaying Fresia, Prakith, Froz, and another planet that was unnamed. "Gentlemen, the Quincy have grown strong again, powerful again - influential, again. But even now, our two militaries fight with each other for control. You must be reminded - it is we, the Council of Elders, who are in control." Sylvan trailed off at that, as the General and Dirctor both stood to attention simultaneously, saluting in concert. "Elders! I mean no disrespect...I hunger not for control, only for success of our family!" Proclaimed Kael. Keizer, similarly proclaimed his apologies as well. "Elders, Alderman, I too only wish the success of our growing empire. That is why I ask - and I believe the General would agree with me on this, if only this; why have you bisected our military so?"
There was long silence, and the Elders collectively looked uneasy and disconcerted - Maxson, the loudest and brashest of the bunch, opened his mouth and closed it several times, before looking pointedly to Sylvan for permission. Hesitation, as if what was about to be said would change everything - both General and Director noticed, and both exchanged mutually uneasy glances. Finally, though, Sylvan gestured at the unnamed planet on the hologram, and the planet grew to dominate the projection - a name scrolled across the bottom, "Csilla". A name that neither General or Director had heard before. "Gentlemen...you were taught long ago that we are Samuac...that we are of New Kisge. This is true...but also somewhat false. For a time, we were members of the Rostova family - a family of Chiss who lived on Csilla, an ice world." Sylvan trailed off, before clearing his throat. "The Rostova were politicians, diplomats, and nobles...they held no fleets and armies, but did hold a House Guard. Us, the Quincy, filled this position." Kael Khan frowned in confusion, clearing his throat hoarsely at the revelation of this dire secret. "I...that is shocking. But...why use Samuac? I know little of the Chiss, but I know enough to know that they're highly Xenophobic. Further, how do so many of us not know about this?" Sylvan chuckled, and gestured for Maxson to speak, the man growing impatient for Sylvan to allow him to interject. "The Rostova used the House Guard in an Intelligence fashion...black operations and as commando forces. They chose our species because we lacked their blue skin, and blended in more easily with the galaxy at large. Even if our red eyes were discovered, it could easily be passed off as our belonging to a Samuac. Further, the Rostova were intensely interested in genetics, ours included, as it's theorized we share a common ancestry...they held radical views along with two other families, which, in the end, led to them being exiled. In the wake of their exile, their forces were dispersed, and we, the Quincy, were cast out of Rostova into the greater galaxy."
The collected were silent, Kael and Keizer processing the information. Keizer was the first to speak in the silence that followed. "They want us to rejoin them, don't they? You split up our militaries, decentralized them, so that they could be integrated into the Rostova more easily." Keizer searched the Elders faces - and when none of them answered, it was Kael who snorted derisively. "Pah! Why should we? This had to be...what...thirty, forty years ago? Before we, the new generation, was born. What could be so important that they need us now after all this time?" In the silence that followed, Sylvan gestured once more, and the hologram flickered out of existence - silently, he contemplated his words, before, carefully and slowly, replying. "Because it's our home. Csilla was home, the Rostova were family, and we even have numerous blood ties and relations with them - as years of marriages can attest. We can never return to New Kisge...but, in regards to our long lost kin...that we can return to. That we can protect. This entire operation, indeed, this entire endeavor to rebuild the Quincy...is a product of the Rostova offering our old place at their side. Did you truly think the Elders gave up their ships based on your testimony? No. It was the message from the Rostova only hours before...combined with your testimony...that convinced us to reunify. When the Rostova were exiled, we were exiled as well...now the time has come. The time has come for the Quincy to become truly powerful again."
More silence - and Kael and Keizer slowly sat back down in their chairs, no small amount of shock, chagrin, and disbelief on their faces. Blowing out a long breath, Kael was the first to speak, his voice slow, ponderous. "Alright. If this is the will of the Elders...how do we proceed?" The Elders seemed to collectively relax at that, glancing at each other in relief. Sylvan, nodding slowly in appreciation at the two men's collective tact and resolve to carry out the will of the council, gestured to planet below through the observation deck window. "Firstly, we apologize for keeping you - both of you - in the dark about this. The Council has debated this issue greatly over the past year. As for how to proceed, Maxon, Farrot, and myself will meet a diplomatic envoy sent by the Rostova. The Quincy will liquidate their fleet, and its troops - already focused on commando and espionage - will make this ever more their focus. As for Prakith...we are leaving this world behind."
And so it was done. A diplomatic shuttle was prepped, and then jumped to hyperspace - headed for Froz, a neutral planet.
NOTE: This Quincy account will now function as a "utility" account for the Quincy SpyNet, similar to global control accounts or business accounts. From this point forward, all dealings with the Quincy and their characters will be done through my @rostova account, which will become the primary account through which the Rostova and Quincy operate, while, at the same time, this account will only post information related to the SpyNet as a whole. Thank you.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jul 8, 2016 17:15:16 GMT -8
The Libero exited hyperspace. It waited in orbit, broadcasting a generic shuttle identifying code. All the while is passively scanned the space around it.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Aug 9, 2016 14:17:08 GMT -8
Not finding anything unusual. the Libero, jumps to hyperspace, back to Corellia.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on May 19, 2017 21:46:54 GMT -8
There was a flicker of motion as the Lictor-class dungeon ship clawed its way out of hyperspace & into an extremely high orbit over Prakith. It would actually be more accurate to describe it as in orbit of Prakith's outer moon. Technically, the Akatosh was on training leave in order to recuperate their losses in the attack on Bilbringi. With the slighting of the Novatroopers by the First Order, Prakith had begun to serve as a common rally point for the Battalions. In addition to the ship that had just joined them, five others Lictors were in orbit around the moon. They were Second Battalion's Nidhogg, Fifth Battalion's Tiamat, Ninth Battalion's Mizuchi, Thirteenth Battalion's Jabberwocky, & Fourteenth Battalion's Neltharion.
The majority of the Seventh Battalion's staff were deployed down to the moon for training. A small staff consisting of the 1st security platoon & a number of the senior officers. The main reason for this was the fact that hidden away in the detention cells were the captured rebel operatives from Bilbringi. Major Sillonire was standing in the control room for the cell block. There were seven rebels, each in a universal energy cage. It might not be able to hold them forever, but the cages were designed to hold force users for weeks at a time for transport. They had taken the rebels without a fight by flooding the captured walker with stun energy & then quickly shifting them to the cell block. Each had been quickly stripped & then recovered with an orange body suit that did little more than provide some measure of decency. Very careful scans & searches had ensured that no hidden surprises remained in prisoner hands. One of them for certain was a force user. The others might not be, but she wasn't taking any chances.
Making her way into the cell that contained the caged force user, Sillonire triggered the small jolt of energy that would awaken the other woman. It was time to get some answers.
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Post by Deleted on May 20, 2017 11:50:27 GMT -8
It must have been at least a few days since the assault on Bilbringi. But even so, the final moments of it were still a little fuzzy for the Togrutan Jedi Knight. She remembered the walker breaking free of the Star Destroyer and activating the bombs. But beyond that, it was hard to tell what had happened exactly. The clearest thing she remembered after that was waking up inside this cell in some awe fully designed orange jumpsuit. She had made quick work of turning it into something a little more comfortable. At least as far as she was concerned. It now looked like a tank top and long shorts combo. She had used the pieces of material she had torn off as a make-shift belt.
Alaara had already sensed that the rest of her team were still alive and in cells nearby. But beyond that, she knew nothing of how many other teams had managed to escape or the exact amount of damage they had done to the shipyard. But it must have been a considerate amount for the First Order to have taken them prisoners. At least, that was her assumption. They also probably wanted to try extract as much information as they could about the Alliance and its operations. If that was their plan, their effort would be for naught. Neither she nor her team would give anything away.
Alaara had been meditating, when she had been disturbed by the electric shock. She remained seated and opened her eyes, watching the Female Officer as she entered the cell. It was a dangerous gamble to enter the same cell as a Force User. Though it wasn't as if Alaara had any plan to try escape. Even if it were not for the Energy Cell, one Force User alone was not enough to escape with six men from the heart of an Imperial Ship "Hi... Come to question me at last I assume?"
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on May 20, 2017 20:12:00 GMT -8
Sillonire was in her duty uniform of all black. A design that hadn't changed since the original Empire. It was something of a calculated snub at the First Order. Instead of wearing the new cut for the uniforms or having the ridiculously happy demeanor of the new armor, the Nova Corps wore designs that would have looked perfectly in place at a New Order rally over a hundred years ago. Though the specific systems had improved somewhat in that time. The woman herself was hard faced & her scalp was shaved down to stubble. She had a number of thin facial scars gained during the Deep Core War. Seventh Battalion was one of several that had followed Warlord Marcos into the service of the First Order. The general dismissive attitude of those in command on Muunilinst was yet another sore point in the Nova Corps, though the Warlord himself didn't seem to care.
-Sillonire Yes. I will admit I don't take any particular pleasure in inflicting pain. My hope is to avoid that if possible.
A chair was positioned near the door. Sillonire turned it to face the cage & sat down. The cage itself wasn't large, roughly a three meter sphere with a flat area inside just large enough to lay down in. It was suspended a full meter from any edge of the cell. Blue flickers traced along the bars of it, sporadically visible. Anyone within should be completely blind to the Force outside the cage. Any attempts to open the cage or manipulate any part of it without the proper key would wreak havoc on the prisoner within. The cells had been used by the Inquisition for nearly twenty years to hold the Jedi & other dangerous force adepts that had survived the great purge. Even rouge Inquisitors had been held in them from time to time. Once someone entered the cage they would not be leaving it again soon, force adept or not. Only a few wild reports indicated that powerful adepts could force their way out in a sudden burst. But even in those cases, the adept was left so injured & drained that they were quickly placed in another of the cages on the ship.
-Sillonire We will start with something easy. Please state your name, rank (if you have one), & identification number for the records.
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 18:24:59 GMT -8
Although Alaara had not had much opportunity to observe the officers within the First Order, there was something different about the outfit this woman wore. It looked a lot like the Imperial uniforms of old. But the thing that gave it away the most, was the rank plaque. The First Order had done away with such antiques. So it was interesting to see someone adhering to the old ways. Alaara smiled then, as the woman spoke of having no taste for inflicting pain "And here I thought we were going to be honest with each other..." She remained cross-legged within the cage, since there was little enough space to do anything else. Due to the height at which the cage was floating from the floor, and her own seated height, she had to look down slightly as the woman seated herself just outside the cage. It was an unusual dynamic, to be looking down slightly at ones captor. But the reality of it all was made more apparent when you factored in the cage bars between them "I guess I will be the first one to be honest... I am Jedi Knight Alaara Zaan, and I'm afraid Jedi do not use identification numbers... So who exactly are you?"
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on May 22, 2017 20:11:57 GMT -8
-Sillonire Major Sillonire, DB-5456. Commanding officer, 7th Novatrooper Battalion.
She didn't allow the Jedi's barb to affect her. She really didn't like inflicting pain, but it came with the job occasionally. In an interrogation, it was important to remain in command.
-Sillonire How did you acquire the clearance codes for Shipyard Ring 27?
At the same time in the other cells, similar conversations were happening. Those were being handled by the member of the Security Platoon, most of whom did enjoy inflicting pain. Fortunately for the prisoners, they were being recorded & under strict orders as to what they could & couldn't do. The first few days would questioning without duress to establish a baseline.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 16:23:35 GMT -8
A commanding officer. Well it made sense that a Jedi would warrant someone of such importance. Alaara mentally took note of the name, just in case she ever made it out alive. She inclined her head slightly in greeting as Sillonire introduced herself. But the Major was quick to getting into the interrogation "I think this cage speaks for itself in answering that question. Although, it did help to capture a ship headed to Bilbringi. From there, it didn't take much to use the Force to bend the mind of the officers onboard... That and the threat of a blaster bolt..." Unlike Alaara, the rest of the team were all Alliance troopers, and so they gave their names, ranks, and assigned ID numbers. But that was all. Every time a question was asked, that was their only response. Nothing short of a probe droid or physical torture would change that
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on May 23, 2017 16:35:15 GMT -8
It made sense, only a fool would doubt the force had power. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that could be done on a while scale to prevent it.
-Sillonire I was under the impression that the Jedi did not condone mass murder. What type of explosive was used?
They already had a fairly good idea, judging from holofeeds that had captured the blast from nearby craft & from the surviving part of the Ring. Still it was one more in a battery to determine how truth the prisoners would be with being forced. Once it was clear that the other prisoners wouldn't reveal anything beyond identification, their questioning was ended.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2017 17:57:40 GMT -8
The Major posed a rather interesting point, but Alaara had already made her peace with that. She gave nothing away to her interrogator "War makes us all murderers Major. One so called mass murder to prevent many mass murders committed against those who wish to remain free of your First Order. What do you think those Star Destroyers were going to do? Make an ice sculpture? They are vessels of mass murder. Crewed by murderers intent on killing people who are not human, because we look different! A prejudice I don't imagine you would understand..." Alaara took a breath and calmed herself, regaining some of her composure "We used seismic charges. Something I imagine you already knew. Not a lot of explosives make that kind of destruction..."
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on May 23, 2017 18:27:16 GMT -8
Sillonire had to admit the Jedi had a point. It had technically been a military target, though the civilian casualties had been horrendous. At the same time, some of the report of First Order actions she had heard were not the sort of things that made sleeping at night easy.
-Sillonire Where was your base of origin?
She doubted the Jedi would answer, but part of the process was establishing all the questions.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2017 12:49:27 GMT -8
The Major was certainly keeping to her script. All standard questions, but where this woman expected this to get her, Alaara was unsure. But for the time being, she would entertain the questions and give out only what she needed to and nothing beyond what would already be known "Our base of origin... is where ever there are those seeking to remain free..."
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