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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Apr 5, 2013 6:22:13 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Post by Corr on Jul 26, 2013 1:55:14 GMT -8
 The Mandalorians have brought war to the Galaxy once more. Under the leadership of Mand'alor ASHRAH INTALBO, and his General CORR VHETT, they have begun a campaign against the Galaxy's Force Users. The Jedi World of Yavin IV was the first hit, a strike at one of the greatest Jedi strongholds. The Mandalorians took YAVIN STATION, the mighty orbital defence platform, thanks to a brilliant infiltration strategy by DUKE AUSTRALIS, and under the order of Jedi Master DAV MAN'SELL, the Jedi forces retreated from orbit. With the Jedi fleets scattered, the Mandalorians took their attack to the surface.
However, the Jedi defences were not so easily overcome. With starfighter cover lead by Jedi Master JAGO PULASTRA, and ground defences overseen by Jedi Knight ADI MATANGO and Falleen strategist TZA'UAX, the Jedi were able to force the Mandalorians to withdraw to orbit. However, the defence is not without sacrifice - redeemed former Dark Sider DACE CONCORDIA, at the beginning of his path to reclaim the mantle of Jedi, was slain by the Mand'alor in bloody, vicious combat.
Elsewhere in the galaxy forces gathered to further lash out at the Jedi and their worlds. Mighty fleets amassed with the intention of crushing the Force Users and ridding the universe of their unholy taint. With that in mind a rendezvous in the Dathomir system saw a large portion of the Mandalorian war machine converge with the intent of driving another dagger into the heart of Jedi space by seeking to destroy Ossus, a Jedi-held world in the Auril Sector... Dathomir was an obscure planet in the Outer Rim Territories, located in the Quelii sector. It was somewhat smaller than Coruscant in size, and had slightly-below-standard gravity, but the planetary day was close to standard, and the planetary year was long, lasting 491 days. Dathomir had four moons.
Dathomir was considered a temperate and beautiful planet by Human standards, with a varied terrain that included coastal lakes and tar-pits, thick forests and snow-capped mountain peaks, powerful rivers and broad savannas, small icecaps and dramatic rift valleys. Even under the New Republic, however, nine-tenths of the planet remained unexplored and uninhabited, with the population limited to a relatively small area along the edge of one of the three main continents, a zone of uplands and river plains bounded on one side by the unsailed ocean and on the other by vast expanses of desert.
They had started arriving in the dead of night, settling into a geosynchronous orbit around the planet Dathomir. Not far away in galactic terms it was very early morning on Yavin IV and Ashrah was entertaining the Clan Vhett boys with a show of his prowess in battle, much to the dismay of some of the other Mandalorian commanders. Here the gears of the Mando war machine accelerated into a new phase as mighty warships began to converge in preparation of shattering another Jedi world. Arrivals streaked from the swirling maelstrom of hyperspace to drift in and join their kin, forming into battle groups, amassing into a huge flotilla that would be used to carve out the unholy from the galaxy, as one would exercise a cancer.
Ships converged, some soaring into the system in set formations, as parts of preexisting battle groups, while some soared in on their own to form up with whatever assets they could. The varied ships; Keldabe-Class Battleships, Crusader-Class Corvettes, Nebula-Class Destroyers, CC7700 Interdictors but to name a few, gathered from the myriad clans of the Mandalorian Empire, an alliance not seen for quite a while, and one that boded ill for the enemies of the Krybes. It was not just the warships that appeared out of the void. Countless support ships also arrived, on hand to tend to the Destroyers, Carriers and Gunships that would spearhead the attack. Fighters were deployed to sweep the system, seeking to keep the numbers, if not the fleet itself, secret from any prying eyes. Shuttles were dispatched to head down the well to touch base with the Mandalorian Outpost there, and to smooth over any possible resentments with the Dathomiri witches.
With the latter in mind a Blastboat with the markings of Clan Vhett led the procession, its pilot a veteran of many an action with his brethren. His name was Murad and he had trained with Corr and his sister, the once-matriarch of the Dathomiri. Its was hoped that perhaps he could convince the sisters not to cry, scratch and bitch at the Mando presence in their system. It was hoped but was not a prerequisite. If this band of heathen Forcies so much as blinked wrong then they too would be crushed.
So the fleets gathered and the commanders prepared their assets for an attack that would add another crushed Jedi world to their list of accomplishments. All that awaited was for the flotilla to check in its readiness and for the commanders to post... |
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Post by Atia on Jul 26, 2013 16:09:42 GMT -8
For a long while, nothing happened. As if Dathomir was dead. It was clear that any sensor on dathomir would have taken up the incoming fleet, but the answer came late, way too late to what was usual. Even then, it was lacking.
Lacking in words that is.
What was sent to the Mandalorian fleet was a simple coordinate, a landing area near the fortress of the nightsisters. It was no inqury, no wish, nor an invite.
It was a demand.
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Post by Elyia Reign on Jul 31, 2013 18:47:17 GMT -8
Another Mandalorian Battlegroup arrives, this one proudly displaying the symbol of Clan Australis; no doubt it was one of the last vestiges of the Clan, which had come close to being utterly destroyed in a vicious and unprovoked attack on Myrkr. The perpetrators - the Jetii - would soon learn the folly of their actions. Their strike had awakened a slumbering war machine, and it was now on a quest for vengeance. The Commander of the fleet, Rhade, checked in with Central Command upon their arrival, and soon has the fleet moving into a geosynchronous orbit that matches up with the other battlegroups already in position.*
1x Crusader-class Corvette (modified)
4x Majestic-class Heavy Cruisers
4x Warrior-class Gunships
48x TIE Avengers
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Post by Corr on Aug 10, 2013 10:04:08 GMT -8
The huge conglomerate of ships drifted at the fringes of Dathomir's orbit, doing nothing to threaten the world turning lazily below. Their orders were specific and did not involve an attack on this particular Forcie planet. Not yet anyway. Some grumbled at the restriction, seeing a viable target and not being allowed to strike sitting ill with some of the more boisterous vode. They knew not the reason for such reticence, aside from the obvious tactical one. Even that was a bit far fetched to many, a quick strike here neutralising the threat, no matter how supposedly minor, so they could move on without fear of an attack on their flank.
But no. That was not the way they would be playing it. None of the vode new that the Matriarch of the Nightsisters was a Vhett, or at least very few outside the Clan that is, and it would stay that way. The men of the flotilla had their orders and they would stick to them without needing to be convinced of their validity.
Those orders were soon put into effect once the fleet had assembled. A small portion broke off, tenders and supply craft, along with a sizable escort, to maintain a presence in this system. It was possible, though unlikely, that the Jedi may come this way after finding the Hydian way near impassable due to the sowing of the hyperspace mines. That being the case they may seek to use this system as a jump-off point for an incursion into the Mandalore sector. They could possible jump here from the Ithor side of the rim, thus avoiding the Hydian and putting themselves within striking distance of both Ordo and Mandalore. No, a strong force needed to be maintained here should the Republic come...
The rest of the fleet moved towards a jump vector, slowly and naturally settling themselves into battle groups respective of the Clans with which they belonged. Five distinctive groupings began to take shape as the mass of destructive hardware drifted to their jump vector. Drifting out to the left flank, somwhat coreward in galactic trms, though that meant nothing reaally in this narrations perspective, was the Ordo fleet.
They formed up with a minimum of fuss, a well oiled machine that had been working together for years with little need of an overall commander. They had their orders and the hierarchy in this situation was clear. They would do their jobs and do them well.
Drifting out ahead and slightly high to the course they followed was a grouping of ships that claimed no allegiance other than that of the Mandalorian Empire itself. Their comms were silent and running lights dimmed. Aside from reporting their readiness and intent they had not said a word to their comrades. They went about their business and did so stoically and efficiently. Enough said as far as I'm concerned.
It was a small force but would be highly effective in implementing a fast strike. It would jump a few seconds before the rest of the fleet and blaze into the target system to attempt to neutralise any communications.
Just to the right and below, occupying the relative "center" of the flotilla drifted a huge scattering of ships surrounding a massive behemoth of engineering. Sitting in all its aquiline and curvaceous beauty cruised an MC Viscount-Class Star Defender, its streamlined, seventeen kilometer hull, reflecting the light from Dathomir's primary in majestic fashion. Gathered around it were parts of the Concordian Fleets of Clan Vhett, as well as a battle group from Clan Beviin. Beviin seemed to be the first Clan that Vhett had played nice with in ages and their alliance was on display here today.
The Clan Vhett Keldabe hung on the Viscounts starboard side, surounded by its four Crusaders, while the Beviin Keldabe cruised to the right with its Crusaders and Corona's likewise clustered around it. The two Interdictors lurked towards the rear of the mighty ship, maintaining a position just high of its fuel nacelles.
Last but not least, to the right of the central grouping, came a Nebula-Class Star Destroyer with her own support group...
Quite a force to be directed against an unsuspecting Jedi world. Despite Ashrah's holonet declaration the Jedi couldn't be expecting an attack so soon. They had caught Yavin IV napping and news of that disaster was only just reaching the Jedi council. No time for them to prepare for this.
As the fleet reached its appropriate vector morning was just arriving on their target, the locals opening their eyes to a day that would be full of pain and suffering. Fire would reign from the sky and the sun would be shadowed by the besieging ships.
A nameless Mandalorian spoke over the come. One phrase that was by tens of thousands in the combined fleet...
Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur...
{{Today is a good day for someone else to die...}}
The words seem to hang in the air even though they were spoken over a comm channel specific to the fleet. Everything seemed to darken, as if a shadow hung over every source of light. It was possible, but up to my fellow writers, that a sense of impending doom was sent rippling through the Force. A small measure of warning setting off alarm bells in Jedi heads. The quite before the storm made gloomy the scene as, with a flicker and a start, the fleet disappeared into the void.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2014 20:03:11 GMT -8
The Last Vargaari - CockpitOnce we are free from Dathomir's gravity well and on course for our entrance into hyperspace, I look towards Theia, awaiting her command to take us from the sea of stars to the odd plane that lays between the lines of that vast sea, and, when the signal is given, reach forward and pull the lever that will take us from where we are to the place that will take us from that where to the where where Atia will be found.
Taking a moment to watch the roiling blue tunnel we have entered, a sight that has yet to lose the wonder I felt when first traveling within such a wondrous tunnel, I check my instruments to ensure that all is as it should be as Theia does the same with hers. Assured that all is well and that, for the time being here in this tunnel that is outside of real space, the metal box will not require our attention for now, I stand and clasp my hands behind my back and ask Theia, "Tea? as our morning ritual was interrupted by the necessity to prepare for our journey, and I know too that it is a ritual that she enjoys as much as I. Afterwards, I wonder if you might indulge me in a bit of sparring practice?"
As I await Theia's reply, our metal box continues to hurtle silently through the tunnel at the end of which we will find, if my vision was true, Atia . . .
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Post by dyvius on Dec 17, 2014 14:49:54 GMT -8
Sometime in the Past; Quelli Sector, Cathar... (Private Storyline)
Three Delta 7 Aethersprite starfighters, docked in their customary hyperspace rings, dropped out of hyperspace within sublight range of Cathar, but as far as acceptable. There was no comm chatter between the three starfighters classically considered to be Jedi vessels. Their course of action had already been discussed prior to making the jump, and given the very quiet orbital picture the Jedi were receiving on their scanners, everything would go exactly as they had hoped. Understanding this particular set of spatial coordinates to be a frequently traveled area, the Jedi knew they could not afford to leave their docking rings were they were situated in Cathar's orbit. Instead, all bearing to port simultaneously, the three starfighters rocketed against the rotation of Cathar to a location they knew to be both spatially insignificant but sublight-inconvenient for any craft simply going about its normal transit routine to notice. They would be able to disconnect from their hyperspace rings and leave them to orbit in a cluster while they took their sleek, arrow-shaped craft down to the planet's surface under the cover of night.
Now, all there was left was to wait until the side of the planet they were orbiting on became the night side. Thankfully, Jedi were individuals well versed in meditation techniques.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 7, 2015 1:59:54 GMT -8
The Spear of Kro Var, a Nebula-class Star Destroyer, was the first ship to drop out of hyperspace above Dathomir, homeworld of the Nightsisters. Satish smiled from the bridge, as he laid eyes upon the first conquest he would take, now that he had united the clans of Kro Var. He was going to teach the Nightsisters a lesson, a very hard lesson, for the words of Mother Talzin and the heresy she had spouted. But to maintain control of Dathomir, once he had dealt with the Nightsisters, would be a difficult task since they were a Matriarchal people, but to that end, he had already enlisted the aide of Ebony Shadowwalker, Clan Mother of the Singing Mountain Witches.
Like Satish, the Witches of Dathomir also held a grudge against the Nightsisters, whom had perverted the teachings of Allya, and Ebony had been keen for an opportunity to remove them. First he would remove the Nightsisters, then he would take Ebony as his bride and unite the Witches, taking any Clan Mother that would not kneel and breaking them of their defiance. Satish returned his attention to the matter at hand, as a number of readouts were projected near him as the small defence force moved to intercept The Spear of Kro Var. A video display then showed up on the window in front of him, as the commander of the local defence believed herself in the superior position, since she assumed the intruders had brought only a single ship
State your business filth!
You have a sharp tongue on you young lady. Is that any way to talk to a guest?
Pray I do not cut out your tongue! Tell me what brings a whelp such as yourself to Dathomir, lest I decide to attack and make you my personal slave!
You seem confident... I fear though, that I have you outmatched...
Satish had timed it perfectly, so that at that very moment, the Acclamator I-class assault ship's, the Majestic-class heavy cruiser's, the Corona-class frigate's, and the Agave-class picket ship's all dropped out of hyperspace around The Spear of Kro Var. The picket ship's were already deploying their gravity well's, whilst the X-83 TwinTail starfighter's were deployed from The Spear and the capital ships aimed their guns upon the pair of Cardan III space stations. The Commander's face suddenly darkened as the new threats appeared, with enough guns to turn the space stations to debris in a matter of minutes, and bomb the Ion Cannons into oblivion
What's wrong commander? Did you really think I'd only bring one ship? Don't worry, your embarressment wont last long...
He then ordered the line be cut, before the volley of turbolaser fire, ion cannon shots, and missiles were launched across the expanse of space between the fleet and the defence platforms. Meanwhile, the point defence lasers and the TwinTail's made quick work of the defender's starfighter squadrons. With the stations dealt with, The Acclamator's and the TwinTail's headed for the surface, as the Spear of Kro Var, the Majestic-class heavy cruiser's, and the Corona-class frigate's turned their guns towards the positions of the Ion Cannons, a task that would have been more difficult had Ebony not provided the information on their locations. With the defences dealt with, Satish left the bridge and headed to the main hangar of the Spear, and boarded the LAAT/i where General Sona and a small contingent of Metal Shapers were waiting. With Satish aboard, the doors of the gunship slid shut and sealed closed, before taking off out of the hangar bay, and down towards the planet below, with a pair of TwinTail's falling in as guards
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Post by Te'oma Ordo on Jan 20, 2016 18:19:26 GMT -8
*A small Bes'uliik star fighter exited hyperspace, the ship not often seen out side of a Manalorian fleet, but on her last visit to her brother on Ordo, Te'oma had "borrowed" the ship from his teacher, she had let him know as she departed the system, and no one had followed her so she claimed and boasted that it was a gift to her from him. She'd long been away from the Citadel. She frowns seeing some odd ships, but as always she broadcast her landing code, and without second thought heads planetside, in the past after sending out the codes she was never stopped before.*
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2017 11:08:11 GMT -8
The Spear of Kro Var sat in orbit, ever watchful and vigilant of its new ward. Salvage and Repair vessels were busy attending to the Cardan III stations that had been damaged in the invasion. Meanwhile, the rest of the fleet conducted patrols nearby, helping to keep an eye on Dathomir. The Pride of Satish dropped forth from hyperspace, the crew transmitting the clearance codes. The crew aboard the Spear confirmed the codes, before granting the ship clearance to land
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Post by Atia on May 14, 2017 17:46:53 GMT -8
Happy Reigns exited hyperspace finally. Now, they would go to the bottom of this, now they would find out what really happened.
It took Red and the First Banshee hours to calm her down and they still failed. It took Admiral Blackadder to order fleet wide comms jamming to halt her orders, claiming "maintence" issues. It took finally Bateman to calm her down, at least to the point where she wasnt going to act rashly. Too rashly at least. Even the rumour was enough to rattle the cages back home in the Crucible. Witches, Sisters or otherwise slaughtered?
Two days have gone since the presumed old news had actually reached the crucible, which has been isolated for a long time now, laying low after the ball on Coruscant. Agents have been put to sleep, operationally speaking and more emphasis have been given to training, evaluation of operations. Evolution. But this has come to a halt since the rumour had come up on the radar.
She had gotten the scent of blood.
Now, the CR90 corvette "Happy Reigns" exited hyperspace, shields up but no weapons charged and only the passive radar going, but it was going on full effect. The ship had come out of hyperspace at the official exitpoint, where ships would usually come from. The sisters had their own exit and entry points tried out of course, but whoever has put their filthy animal paws on the sacred planet did not have to know this.
Bateman sat in the commanders chair. He looked to be a slender, suited businessman in his 80s, with bordering on unnatural long, arthritis ridden fingers clasped together in a classical villains thinking pose. Omega, as was his designation, was in fact not 80 years old. His line of Human Replica Droids would soon celebrate their fourth birthday in silent melancholy. IF he now would survive this encounter between his mistress and whoever was foolish enough to defile her beloved quasi home. The entire charade was both laughable and pathetic to the sentient, but he smartly kept these thoughts to his very own self.
-Bateman Omega-
"Ms Bob, please open a line."
-Pilot Roberta "Bob" Driver-
"Yes, Mr Bateman."
-Open channel-
This is Patrick Bateman aboard the "Happy Reigns". I have arrived to the Dathomir System as a merchant and diplomatic envoy belonging to a powerful consortium of interests. I would like to ask for a formal audience with whoever is running Dathomirs main government as of this moment. We await your answer.
He looked at the purple Twilek at his feet. Beautiful, athletic built, collared and deadly. He nodded, and the First Banshee jumped up, and left the bridge. The woman passed the crew quarters, over packed with the actual crew, and the three Maids, cleaning and reassembling their special made umbrellas. Through the opposing door the First Banshee also found the kitchens where Sword Team lead by Athena was stashing their gear. Breashing charges several kinds of grenades, disassembled E-11s, personal shields and thermal detonators. Six of Sword Team had come, numbers 25 to 31. This would also be a test for their mettle should things come to blows. The kitchens were well equipped to hide and smuggle such devices, and hide them from most kind of scanning.
The cargo bay was next to be passed, and Sien˙rha Lestin, as the Fist Banshee was called before looked in on her charges. Ten of the best operatives she could scrunge up at this short notice, all readying themselves.
The next door was closed. It was the captains quarters. She opened it, and stood in the meeting where the dim corridor lights gave wake to the darkness inside.
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"We have arrived and taken up contact."
Several monitors flicker to life, life feeds from sensors scanning and the bridge itself, but they are not light enough to reveal their controller, only an eyeball. A hand reaches out from the dark and snatches the cybernetic implant.
"You can leave."
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"Yes Mistress."
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 13:03:43 GMT -8
The moment the CR90 Corvette exited hyperspace, The Spear of Kro Var had picked up the vessel on its sensors. A handful of the Nebula-class Star Destroyers guns were locked onto the Happy Reigns, whilst a squadron of X-83 Twintail Fighters did a pass of the vessel. Admiral Rao approached the command console, with a series of holo screens appearing, showing information on the vessel. The ship's IFF was then run against the database, but showed no results. Meaning the craft did not originate from the Alliance or from previous Nightsister contact. The Admiral gave a nod to the communications officer then, who opened a line for the Admiral to the approaching ship
'Happy Reigns', this is Admiral Rao of 'The Spear of Kro Var', hold your current position. Mr Bateman, who is it that you are a merchant and diplomatic envoy of exactly?
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Post by Atia on May 16, 2017 14:47:51 GMT -8
The Sentient Creature went with the most simple answer. The truth. In ways.
-Bateman Omega-
A power consortium of several levels of life. I confer on behalf of some chairmen of Yaga Minor Shipyards, executives of medical companies, mining enterprisers, merchant princes and industrialists. Dathomirs previous leadership has been highly seclusive, even aggressive towards such enterprises, but with this new change, we are hoping to come to a mutually beneficial companionship.
I am talking about Dathomir being a previously unused market. A surge of medical equipment, professional know-how, tools and the experienced leading hand of civilian enterprises can both bring profit to both of our peoples, and a betterment of life in general.
This is what we are providing. A hand in the new market that is Dathomir. Both a guiding one, and a helping one. Of course, negotiated to suit Dathomirs new Governments needs.
Atia was a silent owner of Yaga Minor shipyards, well, up to the point where it has been gotten out of her direct hands... but it was still true. Medical companies? Of course! The Crucible had a medical detachment, so that one was more then true. Mining? One word: Kessel. Merchants? Slaves are great items of commerse.
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Post by Deleted on May 17, 2017 22:17:59 GMT -8
Admiral Rao listened to the man's response, taking note of those whom Bateman claimed to represent. Another tech was bringing up information on Yaga Minor Shipyards, when an alert showed up. The tech then pushed the alert panel over to in front of Admiral Rao. The panel contained a report by Alliance intelligence, listing the world as a First Order holding. There were a number of possibilities that could explain this situation. One of them was that Bateman was lying about those he represented. In which case, he was either very unaware that Dathomir had joined the Alliance and/or that Yaga Minor was under control of the First Order.
However, the Admiral could not afford to take such a risk. He gave a nod and orders were relayed to Maji I and Maji II to begin targeting the Happy Reigns, whilst another squadron of X-83 TwinTail starfighter's broke from patrol and formed a wider perimeter with the original squadron. He then sent a message down to the surface, detailing the situation to Satish and Ebony. It did not take long for a reply to come back with his orders for how to proceed. Rao opened the comm line back to the Happy Reigns, who had no doubt noticed by now the number of weapons tracking them
Your hopes are for naught, Mr Bateman. You will find no deviation in the hostility we have. But only to your kind in particular. Your ruse was almost vague enough... but to name Yaga Minor? Let me be clear... The First Order is not welcome here! Let alone those who would wish to disturb the spirits of the land... I suggest you return to your Imperial Masters and tell them that they will not find the Witches so amenable to their ways as the Nightsisters once were! If not, then you have signed your own death warrants!
Several more weapons aboard The Spear of Kro Var then targeted the Happy Reigns, as a message was transmitted to Alliance command, informing them of the current incident. After all, it was possible that this Corvette was merely the vanguard of a much larger offensive against the border world
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Post by Atia on May 18, 2017 15:50:39 GMT -8
-Bateman-
I see. Whatever this First Order is, I am sure your dispute with them will come to an end one way or the other. Orders, Empires and Alliances do that. They come and go. Now, if you dont mind we shall depart the way we came. In peace. We dont want a diplomatic incident here, do we?
This is what really bugged the Bateman-series of HDR-s. Their liege lady. If they had a good month to plan and execute, this entire meeting would have gone a lot more smoothly. But this had to be done rashly, as most things she does. of course, she does the rash very well. She is alive, isnt she?
"Happy Reigns" turned slowly around, and proceeded to do as they were so bluntly ordered.
As for the First Order, it seems like Bateman will have to do a lot more inventory checking on what has been lost, then just Dathomir. And see who the new landlords are in the Galaxy...
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Post by Deleted on May 28, 2017 10:57:19 GMT -8
The various guns had remained trained upon the Happy Reigns until it had left the system. Once it was gone, the ships IFF, make, and model were all logged within the database. Regular patrols were then resumed, as the repair works continued upon the two defense stations to get them back into operational condition
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Jun 9, 2017 19:54:58 GMT -8
Exiting hyperspace several thousand kilometers away from Dathomir's dark side, outside the naturally formed gravity, Battlegroup Thanatos emerged. On the MC140 Scythe-Class Main Battle Crusier, Alliance Vice Admiral Chase Hargrave stood stoically, hands clasped behind his back. Regardless of whatever was taking place over Dathomir, he had no interest in getting involved. He was here merely to see who all had heard his little advertisement over the holonet, nothing more. If he didn't gather enough support within the next several hours, he would be forced to leave for Taris regardless of if he accomplished his appointed task. As his aide approached, he spoke to her, his voice rich with an accent, yet smooth and clear.
"Drop the nav beacon for the rendevous point. Keep an ear open on all unencrypted frequencies and inform me the moment a new ship arrives."
The aide inclined her head respectfully.
"Of course sir."
Hargrave nodded, then returned to stare out the central viewport, gazing upon the stars.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jun 9, 2017 20:27:58 GMT -8
A D5 Mantis dropped out of hyperspace very close to Dathomir's high orbit, and angled to establish a medium orbit, good for several rotations, but not for any real length of time. Fel set his scanners, and began looking for... whatever was out here to see. He cleared and opened a comm channel, but said nothing. Here he was, for all the world to see, essentially pulling his pants down so everyone could have a real good look.
Melia leaned over his shoulder. "You know how I feel about this."
"Noted & understood."
"Ok...." she slumped into the left-hand seat, and out of force of habit, checked this ship for battle-readiness.
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Jun 9, 2017 20:48:02 GMT -8
As Hargrave continued to stare out among the stars, lost in deep thought, his aide came jogging up to him.
"Vice Admiral Hargrave! Sir! The first ship has arrived."
Snapping out of his reviere, he took the datapad offered to him. He read over the specs. A D5 Mantis. Ancient, even by today's standards. Broadcasting an open comm channel on all unencrypted channels. After a few moments of thinking, Chase handed the pad back.
"Hail the vessel and give them docking orders. And run this through the registry. See if you can find out anything about who owns this ship."
Elina nodded.
"Yes sir."
Quickly jogging off, Hargrave returned to looking out the viewport. A favorite pastime of his. It allowed him a serene and relaxing break from the chaos that now consumed the galaxy. And despite being good at his profession, he enjoyed the calm as often as he could. Several minutes later, Elina returned with a new datapad. Hargrave accepted it and glanced it over. There wasn't many D5's left in the known universe. And even less with any sort of recent colorful history. A roaming merchant by the name of Wallace P. Percival appeared to own this craft, though its refueling history didn't match with being a merchant. A smuggler, most like. But that was unimportant. This Percival was the first to show after his little holo-net advertisment, so he was the leading candidate. Hopefully he had the chops to pull of what Hargrave was eventually going to ask of him. As Hargrave continued to review what he could of this ship's history, the Infinitium's Comms Officer hails the Mantis.
Attention Mantis patrol craft. Please keep all weapons powered down and proceed to the navigation beacon. Vice-Admiral Hargrave has been expecting you.
As the call went out, Hargrave handed the datapad back to Elina.
"I'm going down to meet this pilot personally. We're here to make friends after all. And in my experience, first impressions can work wonders."
And with that, Hargrave made his way to the lift, which would take him down to the main hangar of the MC140 Scythe-Class Main Battle Cruiser, and to the waiting Mantis patrol ship that would hopefully be waiting there for him.
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Galdaart Fel
Retired High Councilor
...not hiding anymore
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jun 9, 2017 20:57:15 GMT -8
Ah. Rear Admiral Hardass. Proceed to the pylon. Yadda Yadda. Fel acknowledged the transmission with a ping, and killed comms. The Scythe-class was something new to the pilot, and he delighted in being so close to the vessel, noting points of interest on the hull. He wasted no time in flying toward the main hangar, and followed the directions of the dock master and landing control, bringing the Mantis down to a perfect three-point landing. The aged craft spooled down, and Fel made his way to the planetfall ramp. He took a deep breath before activating the hatch, which took an agonizingly long time to cycle. Stepping down the ramp into the hustle and bustle of a warship such as this, Galdaart realized this was more people in one place than he'd seen in nearly a year. It was a little overwhelming, and he began to have second thoughts.
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
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