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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:48:25 GMT -8
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Apr 24, 2013 7:30:01 GMT -8
= Admiral Arden Varos =Some people might call it calm before the storm but others actually enjoy these moments of peace and embrace one day after the other but always prepared for any types of event that may occur quickly and without notice. Admiral Varos, new that perhaps it wouldn't last long, or maybe it will, after all ever since he had been assigned to this planet, he had never seen, witnessed or was never part of a conflict where he lost his men in battle.
It was relatively calm and planetside, he had gotten an update from the Councilors of the Mist Order, they were still after all his leaders, so to speak.Arden kept glancing at the planet beneath him through the viewport of his ship, there was nothing out of place, nothing out of the ordinary and the radars showed no threat whatsoever, for now at least but as it stood he was still on duty. Straightening himself up, he exhaled a small sigh of relief when he heard that the maintenance over the ships had been completed and that everything was in pristine order."Time to notify the councilors about that..." Said the man as he watched the fleet go into formation and then sent his updates to Atlantis, Mace and Franz< The Mist Order's fleet >[/ul]
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on May 10, 2014 11:23:06 GMT -8
Rocket was the type of man that usually did not ask many questions, nor was he the prying type. When he had heard about that particular event occurring, he did feel concerned, there weren't much of information and he was even three inches away to inquire about what had happened to his C.O. and thus breaking his mandate.
For now, considering that he had been ordered to monitor the activities, he simply stayed put and continued to glance at the scanners while sipping his coffee to keep himself awake.
The man was constantly in contact with the fleet above the planet, he had gotten word from the Admiral that the maintenance on the entire fleet had been completed. Rocket acknowledged that fact and stretched his arms above his head letting out a sigh of relief until he heard the sass door behind him opening which caused him to look in the person's direction. The person in question was Shorty himself, inclining his head to greet the man who it seemed was the one to relieve him in this position.
"Hey. . ." Rocket stood up from the seat after putting in some codes to transfer control to Shorty. He turned to look at the man and raised his eyebrow dubiously seeing that look on his friend. One of the other things Rocket was known about was he actually could discern how a person felt just by looking at them. "'Sup? Is it about. . ."
Waving his hand dismissively because he actually did not want to talk about it but. . . Finally he let out a sigh and took his rightful position and input his clearance code to take control of the facility right now. "You know what I don't get, the guy just comes in and then all of a sudden he has all of her attention."
Patting his friend's shoulder and shaking his head with pursed lips. He actually did feel sorry for his brother in arms. "Look at least you did try and there is nothing you can't do against the Kiffar," Rocket put his hand down and shrugged in defeat. "He is her type. . ."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2014 19:59:21 GMT -8
UDF Nebula-class Star Destroyer, The Leviathan - Bridge
After watching as the lights from the engines of the trio of starfighters - setting out from The Leviathan on what, is history is any indicator, promises to be an uneventful CAP - grow smaller and then disappear from view, Lindiwe - a 46 year old, café au lait skinned Socorran with her shoulder length curls currently secured in a bun at the base of her neck - turns from the view-port and adjusts the cuffs of her uniform as she walks towards her command chair, stopping when her XO hands her a datapad. "Anything remotely interesting?" Lindiwe asks the dark blue skinned male Duros in a low voice as she scans the latest reports from the other ships comprising Umgul's planetary defense fleet. Nearly smiling when the Duros answers with a shake of his head accompanied by a comically mournful expression, Lindiwe says, "Business as usual," in a low voice before adding more formally, "You have the bridge," and then crisply returning Pratap's salute before returning the datapad to the Duros and walking from the bridge.
After finding an open slot in the incoming planetary traffic pattern for the Theta-class T-2c shuttle that has requested a course for Umgul City's starport, Coris, comms operator for the Leviathan, reopens the comm channel to the shuttle and says, "You are cleared to continue on to Umgul City's starport, Prothoe. Course being sent," he presses a button to send the datapacket to the shuttle, "now. Leviathan out."
Theta-class T-2c shuttle, Prothoe - Cockpit
"Roger," Lucy says, rolling her neck from side to side as she examines the course information she has been sent, adding a perfunctory, "Adjusting course now," before closing the comm channel and reaching forward to increase the shuttle's speed as she steers it towards it's new heading. Not looking over her shoulder as the door to the cockpit whooshes open, Lucy tells the shuttle's only other passenger, "We exited hyperspace eight minutes ago, ma'am. We've been cleared to proceed and will be setting down in approximately seventeen minutes."
Elikapeka, well used to Lucy's formality despite the length of time they have spent in one another's company, straps into the co-pilot's seat as she says in a formal tone that matches Lucy's accompanied by an amused expression that contrasts with the other woman's usual stoic one, "Thank you Lieutenant," and, having learned that to speak to her lieutenant whist she is engaged in piloting the ship - and often even when she is not - is to court the woman's ire, silently watches the mist covered planet she has come to call home grow closer. Having been away on a series of architectural projects that required visiting no less than seven planets in as many weeks, Elika feels as though she has been gone longer than that; feels out of touch with her friends and normal routines. Adjusting her spectacles with her right hand as her left thumb rubs the spot on her sweater beneath which the figurine of Naboo's ancient moon goddess, Shiraya, hangs from the thin silver chain around her neck, Elika tells herself that the feeling will soon pass, not quite succeeding in convincing herself.
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Post by Mace Jhiera Vos on Oct 28, 2014 8:10:59 GMT -8
YT-1930, The Vasiliki — Captain's Cabin
Forcias had listened attentively to the directions of what Lucine had called her girl, and even though he knew that it was just a saying, maybe he should give her some grief about that. He had seen the shape of her airspeeder and now this ship was just like her M-31, all in tip top shape. Right then. Ayla said no crazy things from him, but how vast that could have been. Chuckling at the thought and shaking his head while he settled his and Lucy's duffel bags on the storage cabinet for now after taking a shirt of his and changing, Forcias took a deep breath and closed his eyes momentarily. He wasn't worried about Lucy flying, he wasn't worried about their current situation but he was actually more worried of what was going to happen planetside when Honoros found out that he was gone.
Closing his eyes momentarily, he figured he would think about all of that when he came back to Umgul and if he was going to be reprimanded by the General, then so be it, right now. . . Just right now he was actually glad to have this time off with her. Retrieving some water from the galley, Forcias finally made his way towards the cockpit to join her although he stayed momentarily back and just watched her silently maneuver her ship. It made him smirk before he faintly bit his lower lip and just decided to approach her and he wrapped an arm around her torso.
"Did I ever tell you that I liked it when you take charge?" He whispered teasingly against her ear before he kissed her neck and smiled as he pulled back and handed her the water. "Although, I do have to ask, should I be jealous about you and the relationship you have with your transports?" Asked Forcias dubiously while he had a teasing smirk on the corner of his lips.
"Otherwise you will have to tell me how long it'll take us to get there, so I can find ways to change your mind that I can be maneuvered however you want to like you are doing right now." Gesturing to her hands on the panel of the aircraft. Sitting down on the co-pilot seat, not that he was going to assume that role unless she required him to and unless he felt that it was needed whether she said it or not, he turned the seat in her direction and uncapped his bottle of water before taking a sip of it while he continued to look at her very mischievously. . .
He also had to admit that whenever he was with her, it seemed like all his troubles were washing away and now they were going to head to Naboo and quite frankly, here or there whatever he and Lucine were together and that was just perfect with him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 18:20:04 GMT -8
YT-1930, The Vasiliki - CockpitLucy smirks when Forcias says that he likes it when she takes charge, arching an eyebrow playfully as she tells him, "That's good, 'cause it isn't going to change. Ever. Laughing when he asks if he should be jealous of her relationships with her transports, Lucy pretends to consider the question for a moment before shaking her head and saying teasingly, Nah, I treat all my things extremely well, so you'll be taken care of just as well, dope. Opening the water Forcias hands her while he describes how he'd try and change her mind had she answered otherwise, Lucy rolls her eyes and smiles as she informs him, I already know how to handle you just fine," then blows him a kiss before holding up a finger as she glances at her instruments to see how near they are to being able to enter hyperspace.
"It's about five hours to Naboo, Lucy explains as she makes a course adjustment to bring them on a path for their exit point from realspace, and as she increases their speed continues with in a mournful tone, but don't get any ideas, I've never trusted the frakkin' autopilot option much, so I'll be staying up here. Glancing over at Forcias with a lop-sided grin, she suggests, You could head aft and get some rack time; you looked kind of worn out earlier. Play acting as though she is about to take a huge risk or about to suggest something potentially off-putting, Lucy adds, Or you could stay up here and, she fakes a shudder, we could just talk."
As she completes the offer, Lucy leans forward and pulls a lever towards her, taking the ship into hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2015 20:56:41 GMT -8
Barloz-class medium freighter, The Pivane - Cockpit
Cerise Reyer leans forward in the pilot's seat once the medium freighter has cleared Umgul's gravity well, resting her left hand on the level that will take the ship into hyperspace as she uses her right to make the slight adjustment to their heading required. "And here we go," the Brosin whispers under her breath as she always does before entering hyperspace, not sure where the ritual came from, only that it comforts her, and then pulls the lever in her left hand towards her.
The medium freighter winks from view, having left realspace to begin its hyperspace journey.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2015 22:23:32 GMT -8
Barloz-class medium freighter, The Pivane - Cockpit
The freighter slows its speed after emerging from its hyperspace tunnel back into realspace, and Viho, the Ithorian piloting the ship, contacts Umgul's PTC to be granted permission to land in Umgul City's spaceport. The freighter and its pilot are both familiar to Umgul's PTC, owned by local floral merchants who routinely use it to keep their shop well stocked, and is soon cleared to make for the planet's surface. Thanking the controller, Viho brings the freighter onto the course it has been assigned and begins his approach.
Tapping the button to activate the ship's intercom with a long, thin tree bark-like finger, the Ithorian tells his lone passenger in his stereophonic voice, "We're making the descent to the spaceport now, and will be arriving in about ten minutes." Releasing the button, Viho returns his full attention to piloting the ship.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2015 8:35:13 GMT -8
Neassa looks up from her datapad when the Ithorian's voice comes over the intercom to let her know that they have arrived and are beginning their landing. Having found it to be good operational practice to learn as much as possible about the worlds she will be operating on beforehand, Neassa had spent the journey familiarizing herself with the layout of Umgul City, and reviewing what information she could find concerning the planet's law enforcement agencies and recent events in the holonews. Her client had apparently specifically asked for a bounty hunter that operates primarily within the bounds of the laws of the systems they operate in, or that prefers pursuing primarily criminal targets, but the way she is being brought to the planet under the radar also seems to suggest that her client is concerned about attracting any attention from local authorities meaning that it is not likely Neassa will be pursuing any legal bounties. Neassa's policy, namely that she only accepts bounties on known criminals, regardless of who is hiring her since she has no issues helping criminals eliminate one another, is well known to the intermediary that placed her with her client, so she can be reasonably certain that she isn't being hired for anything that goes against her policies despite the apparent need to avoid any attention from law enforcement, who would seem from the holonews reports she viewed to have their hands full anyway with a recent murder that has led to accusations of corruption within the UPD and elsewhere.
Heading from her quarters to the cockpit, Neassa sits in the co-pilot's seat and without any preamble says to Viho, "Walk me through what happens from when we set down to when I'm at the apartment I'll be operating out of."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2015 22:00:04 GMT -8
Barloz-class medium freighter, The Pivane - Cockpit
Viho swivels his tree trunk-like neck slightly to face Neassa as she sits, and then returns his focus to his piloting as he answers her question in his stereophonic voice, "We'll probably be subjected to a cursory inspection after we land. We're regulars though, so nothing to be worried about. Cerise keeps to herself most of the time, one of the reasons you're taking her place, so just stay in the background and let me do all the talking. I'm the chatty one. After we're cleared, we'll have the droids unload the cargo onto a hovertruck, take the truck to deliver everything to the shop, and then I'll take you to the apartment after the droids unload everything. You'll have access to Cerise's speeder afterwards, in case you need transportation."
Gathering from the Mando's demeanor that she'll ask if she has any questions without prompting from him, Viho doesn't ask if she has any, adjusting their approach angle as they enter Umgul's gravity well and begin making their descent towards the Umgul City spaceport.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2015 17:46:30 GMT -8
I sigh in relief when, at last, I take my fighter out of hyperspace and see the mist covered, green planet ahead. I do not mind space travel as a general rule, but being trapped in a cockpit with the constant companion I appear to have acquired during my time on Bimmisaari for hours on end has proven to be a singularly exhausting experience. I had hoped that after recovering from the dehydration, malnutrition, and exhaustion I had suffered on Bimmisaari my companion, an unfortunate side effect of my near delirious state and decision to try and perfect my command of the technique of creating a dopplegänger while in that state, would cease to be, freeing me of another me intent on keeping me company whether or not I wanted it, but thus far she has proven the theory to be wrong. Even when she is not truly here, persisting at times only in my head, she rarely gives me a moment's peace. It would not be quite so bad if she was not so talkative.
"I still think you're using the troubles here to avoid dealing with your own back there. You're not quite right in the head, as I've said . . ." I tell myself through my illusory twin.
"Yes, you've said it repeatedly, I tell my other me, reaching forward to transmit the landing clearance codes Atlantis had provided me with, And yet I still disagree, which doesn't appear to stop you from . . ."
My astromech, Melanippe, hoots, whistles and beeps inquiringly, an almost concerned tone to his tweeting as he asks who I am talking to for the fifteenth time since our journey began as I keep forgetting that I can talk to myself without needing to do so aloud.
"I'm only talking to myself," I tell my astromech, and then, as the flight path sent by Umgul's planetary traffic controllers begins scrolling across my screen, start making the course and speed adjustments needed to bring my fighter onto the correct heading to make my landing in Umgul City's spaceport while reminding myself to respond to my talkative twin only in my head from here on out. I had not notified Atlantis, Andros, or the other friends I made here on Umgul that I intended to come, sure that they would say that they need no assistance dealing with the troubles I have learned they faces from the holonews. There is also the matter of what caused my disappearance, those reasons and the personal troubles that come with them things I am certainly not going to lay on them when they have their own to deal with. I may be motivated in part, as my illusory twin suggests, by the escape from my own concerns that offering to help Atlantis and Andros with theirs affords, but know that my primary motivation is to help my friends. My worries are of the kind that will hold, where their problems look from what I have seen to be the kind that will only grow larger unless something can be done to prevent them from doing so.
If past experience is any indicator, Umgul's intelligence department will make Andros or Atlantis aware of my arrival soon enough, so I decide to wait until I have landed to contact them if my suspicion proves wrong. It will be good to see Atlantis and the others again, something that not even my recent challenges or those that confront them now can take away or diminish. Adjusting my fighter's entry vector and speed, I set extraneous thought aside and focus my attention on piloting my Omni fighter to the space port.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Feb 4, 2015 3:20:49 GMT -8
*From out of hyperspace dropped a Horizon-class star yacht, dubbed the Quiet Perseverance, and began its approach toward the planet of Umgul.
The planet Umgul was said to be a very misty world, and even from orbit that seemed apparent: Clouds engulfed much of the planet's visage, with terrain visible here and there. How thick was the mist in person? Well, Aerandir supposed they were soon to find out. As well as exactly what was going on with the Headmaster and his implicated brother...*
I'm kind of excited.
*He looked toward his sister as she stared through the forward viewport, her smile and the twinkle in her eyes matching the words she had spoken.*
I mean, it's nice that we haven't had to deal with a lot of trouble, but it feels good to be heading off with my brother on another mission. And niece.
*She turned to smile at Morgan. Aerandir turned his head the other way to look upon his daughter, who had looked up and only offered a small smile before once more returning her focus to the huddled tailring in her lap; the two were almost inseparable, but the poor thing just hated space travel. Aerandir smiled himself and looked toward Michelle again.*
Gotta admit, I'm a bit eager myself. Hopefully this won't be too dangerous a task, but we're prepared for anything, right?
*Michelle gave him a smirk.*
Please, brother, like I'm a non-Jedi.
*Aerandir laughed; he hadn't heard that one in a while. Truly was like old times indeed. He nodded, in firm agreement.*
Well alright then.
*Returning his attention to his display, he waited until they were within range of the planet, then reached for the comm controls.*
:: Umgul Control, this is Headmaster Aerandir Calmcacil of Felucia, along with my apprentices Michelle and Morgan. Requesting permission to land at the Mist Order Academy. ::
*Hmm... Was control still on Headmaster Vyridian's side, come to think of it? It was probably a good thing he hadn't mentioned the Jedi's name, just to be on the safe side. He had a basic idea of how Umgul's government worked, but it was just that: Basic. Hopefully, upon landing, he would be able to ascertain more...*
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Feb 4, 2015 3:39:22 GMT -8
The thing about Rocket, hearing the news about the Vice Governor murdering people and the Headmaster of the Academy covering his brother up, Rocket did not believe those things, maybe the witnesses did see that Andros had been the culprit but he had enough experience to know that his allegiance wouldn't shift at all. He would remain true and loyal to the officers and Jedi of this planet, as before their arrival, this place wasn't exactly the way it was now... Thinking of one of the Vyridian brothers, he had just received a message, at least control did and Rocket was the one currently on duty. Rocket's eyes widened in stupefaction, first it had been Serrin Roma that had landed, he recognized those codes and not a lot had codes issued by the Mist Order, and now someone from Felucia?
Well then...
Speaking of the person from Felucia, there he was Rocket heard the man loud and clear and gave exactly the name but also the number of assistants or in this case apprentices that Atlantis had given him. Without waiting any further, Rocket opened the line to the transmission and spoke clearly. Master Jedi, we have been expecting you, Headmaster Atlantis Vyridian has made me aware of the fact and I was ordered to redirect you immediately towards the Academy, sir, With that said, Rocket transmitted the flight plan to the Horizon-class star yacht that would lead them straight to the academy's grounds where their spaceship could land. On behalf of the Mist Order, but also the ones who still believe in them, welcome Master Calmcacil to Umgul. ATC over and out.
Rocket smiled because while those things were happening planetside concerning the government but also the Order, he was grateful that some also did not believe those things and would even come from far away to help the Vyridian brothers out.
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Post by Aerandir Calmcacil on Feb 5, 2015 2:36:24 GMT -8
*Control announced that they had expecting him, by word of Headmaster Vyridian himself, who had ordered the man at control to send him immediately to the Academy. Aerandir looked down at his monitors as the flight plan was transmitted, accepting it and plotting it out as the man at control welcomed him emphatically on behalf of the Mist Order and "the ones who still believe in them." Seemed that answered Aerandir's questions about loyalty, and at least there seemed to be faith in the Vyridian brothers despite the troubles they'd appeared to have gone through lately.
After the man finished his communications, Aerandir sent a final response.*
:: Thank you, control, have a nice day. ::
*As he began to follow the flight plan, Michelle piped up.*
Sounds like he wants us to clear the Vyridians' name. This might not be so bad.
*Aerandir nodded, though had a bit to add.*
Of course, though that may not be the real problem.
*He attempted to explain further, but, as expected, Michelle supplied that angle herself.*
It's whoever's framing them. They're resourceful killers.
*Aerandir smiled. These exchanges were sorely missed, though he also wished Morgan would participate in them as well. Years ago, he could hardly blame her, being younger and mostly learning still. Sometimes he would speak to her one on one and get those sorts of responses out of her, but usually with prompt; when it came to discussions where Michelle was involved, Morgan hardly ever spoke up. Maybe Michelle was to blame, he thought jokingly.
The ship descended into the atmosphere, the final stretch mostly silent.*
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Post by Ares Solaris on Apr 5, 2015 11:11:47 GMT -8
The Physicians Hand, a SoroSuub Horizon Class Star Yacht, jumped out of hyperspace from its journey from Honoghr. As they got nearer to the planet's pull, Ares had managed to hook himself up to the holonews feed report...
Apparently the current Vice-Governor of Umgul had committed some crimes and the current Headmaster/ Grandmaster of the Mist Order had been sweeping that under the rug, just like every police agencies on the planet. Well...
Ares put his datapad down onto a table before him and he looked at Alisha Mercotti, his fiancée with a shocked expression, he also looked at Ice with alarm. "And here I thought I had issues," Ares muttered under his breath, knowing that with the recent coverages about the Vyridian twins, his sister might hate everything that had been occurring, and it wasn't only his sister, that he was sure of, his cousins too.
One thing was certain, Ares did not entirely believe those allegations, cold blooded murder apparently? Sure Andros was capable of that but with reasons, and there was no way he was going to take the law in his own hands when he was already busy governing a planet.
"Excuse me for a moment," Ares stood up and headed towards the cockpit as he knew that perhaps his own code might have been denied, instead he leaned to the pilot and asked for the comlink.
ATC, this is the Physicians Hand requesting landing clearance into the city please. Ares knew that this ship was already logged into Umgul's database, since it was the same they had used the first time they came to Umgul, but with everything going on, he was quite certain that customs would go through the ship and what not.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 6, 2015 19:04:15 GMT -8
UDF Nebula-class Star Destroyer, The Leviathan - Bridge
UDF LTJG Coris Runalian, comms operator for the Leviathan, rubs his stubbled chin as he opens a comm channel to the Horizon Class Star Yacht that had appeared in real space a moment ago, showing up on the Star Destroyer's sensors almost immediately and causing a momentary flurry of activity that subsided as soon as it was clear the vessel was unlikely to be anything other than a routine arrival. Come to full stop, hold your position, and standby Physicians Hand, Coris says, thinking that it would be great if his beard didn't come in so quickly. Some of his fellow crewmates can get away with shaving every other day or so. Not him, Coris thinks bitterly as he runs the Star Yacht's name and transponder freq through the usual security checks and waits for the results. His jaw and cheeks are always bluish with new growth by the late afternoon, Coris reflects, drumming his fingers on the sides of his keyboard impatiently. Leaning forward to read through the results of the security checks as they come scrolling in, Coris sighs when everything checks out, no red flags coming up or anything requiring additional digging from him.
Preparing the datapacket he'll be sending to the Star Yacht, Coris reopens the comm channel and says, You are cleared to proceed Physicians Hand. Standby for receipt of your assigned course. Once the datapacket has been sent, Coris says a bit robotically, Adjust your heading and proceed to the surface Physicians Hand. Please be advised that you may be subject to a routine customs inspection upon landing. Welcome to Umgul, enjoy your stay. Leviathan out.
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Post by Alisha Mercotti on Apr 6, 2015 22:33:02 GMT -8
They had just entered Umguls orbit and settled into a standby position when Ares looked up from his datapad with a shocked expression. Looking from Ali to Ice, as he set the datapad on the table in front of him, he made a comment that made both women raise an eyebrow. When he excused himself and stood up to make his way toward the cockpit, curiosity got the better of Ali and she picked up the datapad to see what had caused him such alarm. According to the news article, apparently the current Vice Governor of the planet had been suspected of committing unspeakable crimes while the Headmaster of the Mist Order and the police agencies were allegedly trying to cover it all up. Handing the datapad to Ice to read over, Ali sat back and contemplated what she'd just read. After a moment, or two, her attention was diverted when Ice handed the datapad back to her with a thoughtful look.
"This trip just got a whole lot more interesting."
Glancing to her cousin, Ali nodded in agreement as she set the datapad back down on the table. "Indeed it did, Icicle. You don't think that any of the allegations are true, do you?"
Pushing her round rimmed sunglasses up to rest on the top of her head, Ice met Ali's gaze as she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. "Regardless of whether I think it's true or not, you know how some of the media people are a biased bunch of bastards. They're masters of drawing their own conclusions on a persons innocence or guilt. They catch the merest scent of blood and they're like sharks during a feeding frenzy. So no, I don't think even half of that stuff in that article is true."
Again, Ali nodded her head in agreement with Ice. She knew her cousin had a very good point about some of the media being biased. Pushing thoughts of a biased media to the back of her mind, and silently giving the Vice Governor, the Headmaster, and the police the benefit of a doubt, Ali smiled slightly to herself. She hadn't really believed the article to begin with, she just wanted another opinion on it. She did know one thing for sure though, as Ice had said, this trip just got a whole lot more interesting....
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Post by Ares Solaris on Apr 9, 2015 0:04:33 GMT -8
SoroSuub Horizon Class Star Yacht, Physicians Hand
Ares was waiting patiently and he also knew that with the current news that he had read pertaining the Vyridian brothers, he was very anxious to get planetside and see for himself what really was going on. But with that, he perhaps thought that it would be best if he didn't even get into his issues with his siblings, although Ares knew that they had the right to know especially when it concerned them too. He wished that he had good news to share, well actually he somewhat did also since he recently got engaged.
Noticing that the nav computer was receiving the flight plan for a landing around the same time Ares was hearing the words of the officer that was speaking to him, Ares smiled faintly. Many thanks Leviathan, flight plan received. Ares figured that it wasn't necessary to acknowledge the fact that they would be submitted to customs' inspection, after all it was quite understandable and he had nothing to hide really. Physicians Hand over and out.
Ares finally shut off the comm and looked at the pilot who started to descend following the assigned flight plan. Ares returned towards the common area where Isis and Alisha were before looking at his soon cousin-in-law. "We should probably wake Lukas up, unless you want me to carry him off the ship and we can settle back at the Misty Lodge?" Ares suggested thoughtfully, he figured that Lukas was still sleeping anyways. The kid might have gotten bored or something he didn't know.
But as it stood the Physicians Hand descended until it finally reached its destination. Ares went to go grab their things in the meantime before calling out. "Oh we also might have a routine check from customs!"
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Post by Ice Matango on Apr 9, 2015 2:02:58 GMT -8
Ice and Ali looked up when Ares came back to the main lounging area of the ship and spoke. Looking down the hallway, Ice had a contemplative expression on her face for a moment before standing up and giving Ares a slight smile. "Thank you, Ares....but I think he's awake now. I'll go get him ready. And customs won't be a problem, just as long as they don't mind my small arsenal of personal weapons." She quipped over her shoulder with a wink before disappearing down the hallway to the room she and Lukas occupied.
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Ali chuckled, shaking her head at Ice's parting words before following Ares to gather their things from their room. Once in the room she moved over to him and wrapped her arms loosely around his waist as she looked up at him. "She's probably not kidding about the weapons. She almost always has at least three on her at any given time, though that's not counting the ones that are sometimes concealed. Don't worry though, almost all of them are legal." She grinned teasingly as she gave him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back and helping to collect their things. After a few moments they had all met back in the main lounging area just as the ship touched down at the designated landing site.......
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 21:53:00 GMT -8
Continuing along the Hydian Way after numerous stops in the Core Worlds, the Aimee Alexandra exited hyperspace and entered orbit around Umgul. The ZD-9000 class luxury liner was operating at over two-thirds capacity, which guaranteed a sharp profit for her operators. The ship's captain knew that he would get a cut of that profit, and he smiled as he thought about how he would spend that money. The yacht's operators had made the right decision by adding Umgul (and her lucrative gambling industry) to the vessel's itinerary. As the alarm sounded their arrival within hailing distance of the misty planet, the captain made their presence known. Umgul control, this is the Aimee Alexandra, a commercial luxury liner from the Core Worlds with 1,712 passengers and 314 crew members, requesting clearance to the Umgul City space terminal.
Below deck in her cabin, among some seventeen hundred other tourists and travelers, Stryfe awakened, and readied herself for whatever might come next. Taking out her shawl, she arranged it atop her head like a tasteful scarf. She'd spent most of the trip sleeping, so as to be well rested upon arrival, but she had also memorized the escape routes from her cabin to the closes escape pods. Was it paranoia? Probably. She hated not being in control, but she knew this was likely the best way to achieve her goal. And she was looking forward to seeing the Umgul Raceways up close. Maybe even placing some bets.
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