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Post by Panno on Mar 19, 2014 4:43:15 GMT -8
The battle had been hard fought and even with it's victory shot through every wave length on the HNN it took seeing it in person to truly understand. The massive debris field expanded in both directions, outward into the void and inward where it would slowly burn in the atmosphere. Everywhere in between was dotted with crews of Stormtroopers hunting the dead or dying hulks for survivors on both sides. With the abundance of debris in space it was not hard for the powered down ship to sneak by what remained of the fleets above the planet who's attention was focused elsewhere.
Coincidentally this ship was being searched by part of the defenders forces. Parts of the ship still had nominal power to it including it's life support, and was a prime suspect for holding survivors. The group though was small, a squad of Stormtroopers led by the last Imperial Knight in the system. Their course had piloted them from the planets surface to the other side of the crippled vessel, oblivious to the presence of the smugglers they docked in an opening in the hull large enough to fit the ship. Their job was simple, capture or kill any survivors of the crew and take a rough estimate on board for the salvage crews.
Making sure that their tanks were on and environment suits were sealed the 13 glorified surveyors walked off the ship all of them with their weapons held in a laxidasicale manner. No living being could live on this part of the ship, the only one taking the job seriously was Panno who motioned for them to move forward towards the sealed bulk head 20 feet away. Once we are inside the ship watch your corners and stay in constant contact, if we find something we can't handle you are to fall back and meet up at the ship. Our comms arent powerful enough to reach The Black Caisson from here, but our transport can. Until such a time that the ship is cleared or if there are survivors radio silence from here on out.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2014 19:19:16 GMT -8
=][= Operation: Stargazer. =][=
Wistfully drifting in the silence of space, the wrecked hulk of the warship bearing the designation of The Hardpoint stood as a testament to the savage power of the resurgent Imperium. Before the Imperial Cog’s were grafted over the sigils of the Dark Tide, this heavily laden battleship was beset by an egregious tragedy that had reaped a bloody toll upon the Mandalorians and their allies. Within minutes of the Battle of Kuat starting with the death of the Golan III platform, the defenders had struck back against their aggressors and tore The Hardpoint asunder with spiteful vindication. Hundreds, if not thousands of pseudo-Mandalorians were atomized when the three massive planetary guns opened fire, leaving thousands more cowering within the decks. Though by initial estimations taken from the battle, in which the enemies’ tactical efficacy was measured, an approximation had been made in favour of a more sound theory regarding the fates of those stranded aboard. Whatever had possessed the crew of the Hardpoint to remain aboard the dying craft had flown over the newly christened Imperial Command, leaving nothing behind but flagrant guesses and educated estimations. For weeks the issue of what to do with the drifting vessel had been brought up time and time again, until finally a lowly Colonel had suggested the simple solution – board the craft and seize whatever remained for the glory of the Imperium. Having succumbed to the simplicity of the action they would take, the operation began moments before the Captain Aximand; Hero of Kuat, had been called away to be paraded before the new Mouth of the Empire. Whilst the light of the Emperor and her cabal of compatriots had departed the throneworld, the lowly Colonel set about bringing an end to the greatest possible security threat that would ever befall the fledgling Empire – the denouement of the Hardpoint’s life among the stars.
Standing within the cramped passenger compartment of the recently procured troop shuttle, Gideon’s sapphire eyes rolled across the surface of each soldier that comprised his boarding party. A platoon of his best troops, alongside the Major Marcus Rawne, sat strapped into place before him; their armour and additional adornments were polished to a glistening sheen and detailed with the markings of the reformed Fourth Legion – dull iron stripes adorned the alabaster warplate strapped to their arms, while the command pauldrons were picked out with chevrons of gold and jet. The sight of fourty-two warriors clad in his legion’s colours brought warmth like no other to his heart, as he had finally achieved his lifelong goal of leading ten thousand soldiers onto the anvils of war. Letting a proud smile curl upon his lips, behind the characteristic frown of his helmet, the Colonel began pacing the void locked hold. The rifle he bore throughout the shifting of eras was mag-locked to his chest, eagerly waiting for when the call to arms would be given. The pistols he had been given were strapped to his armoured thighs, resting within dyed hide holsters; growling silently with rigidly constrained malice. Gideon comforted his sidearm’s with a gentle tap of his gauntleted hands upon the textured edges of their grips, soothing the rage welling within their lifeless frames. The Stormtrooper knew that the gesture was moot, yet in the back of his mind he liked to think that his tender care for the weapons he wielded was returned by their prowess in battle.The Colonel’s eyes were drawn towards the cockpit as the compartment’s speakers crackled live, in the hope of news worthy of note. For he and this platoon of loyal soldiers had been confined to their stations whilst orbital traffic had once again been diverted away from the drifting hulk of the Hardpoint. Once that was completed, Gideon hoped his weapons would be able to compose a symphony of destruction against the elusive foes of the Empire. :: Colonel Raith, :: The pilot’s distended voice began, :: Contact with the Hardpoint in fourty seconds, Shall we proceed silently or go in with guns blazing, Sir? :: As the words had left the pilots mouth, Gideon’s mind began scouring through the various threads of possibility. If he had chosen that they proceed silently, several outcomes would occur – and many not to his liking with the numbers he had brought with him. One of the options was to slice through the more stable plating around the bridge, but as the battle of Kuat had proven the hull was thicker than what came standard with the military void craft, cutting through to reach the bridge directly would take days the unit didn’t have. The other had merely been a change of scenery, entering the space hulk through one of the many access hatches near the damaged sections of the craft – risking the off chance the added weight would compromise the shuttle’s seal integrity; leaving the platoon and their commanders stranded aboard the Hardpoint with whatever remained behind. The final option he had created, one that Gideon had to say was the most sound of them all, was to find a stable opening such as a sundered cargo deck or any of the aft Hangar bays and proceed towards their various objectives through a secured beachhead. Activating the external communication suite with nothing more than a thought, the Colonel replied to their pilot’s inquiry. :: Take us into one of the rear Hangar bays, if they’re sealed – turn the blast shields to ash. If they’re filled or seem like impossible locations to keep secure during the duration of this operation, locate any ruptured Cargo bays for us to touch down. I’d rather proceed cautiously into the unknown, rather than take the plunge. :: The soldier paused, silencing the transmission for a moment while Gideon took the time to look into the armoured faces of each and every Stormtrooper placed under his command. Reopening the communique, he added; :: We are but men, nothing like our /divine/ masters, vigilance and the precise application of force shall suffice. ::Feeling the sudden acceleration grip the shuttle’s interior, the Colonel remained stationary – locked into place by the magnetic seal of his boots to the decking. By assumption alone, he could feel that the pilot was taking some form of enjoyment from his last command; perhaps eager to blow yet another hole into the side of a seemingly immortal warship. The Stormtrooper couldn’t blame him for having a vindictive thirst against the Enemies of the Imperium, for it was part of the indoctrination process. Anything not of the Empire was to be hated with every fibre of the soldier’s being; it was made the men in white plate stand out against the common rank and file of the Imperial Army. So when the thunderous roar of the transport’s lasers opened up in the silence of space, Gideon knew the pilot was pouring every ounce of his rage into each cast bolt. Stretched emerald lines cascaded from the nozzles of the voidcraft’s cannons, tearing gouges of metal from the intended target’s hull, slowly opening the entranceway the vessel would use to board the dead hulk. The image of destruction played out vividly within the claustrophobic environment of the Colonel’s helm, as the man had patched his HUD’s ocular sensors into the prow mounted cameras of the shuttle. Like a surgeon using the precision of his scalpel to open an infested wound, the Shuttle’s pilot opened the way for the craft to proceed within. A circular length of thick durasteel was pulled from the belly of the wreck with the shuttle’s tractor beam, tossed into the depths of the ruined hull for later recollection and salvage.
Entering the Hardpoint under the skillful guidance of their pilot, the Colonel disengaged his uplink with the shuttle’s forward arced cameras. There was no need to have his ocular senses washed into the darkness he was about to embrace. Removing his treasured rifle from the reinforced plating of his breastplate, Gideon marched towards the rear assault ramp. His men roused themselves from their bucket seat and had followed in their commanders footsteps, wordlessly knowing his commands before the Colonel had issued them. Their weapons were unslung from the storage compartments and held at the ready, eager to end the life of this dying beast and forever clear the skies above Kuat of this blighted warship. In a cacophony of thunderous bangs, the shuttle had finally found a suitable place in which to rest upon the supportive weight of her landing struts. Jets of hydraulic steam shot out into the stale air of the sundered hangar bay, moments before the assault ramp had slammed into the ruined flight deck. With his exit no longer impeded by the immutable strength of steel, Gideon was the first of the Stormtroopers to charge into the awaiting darkness. His battle helm had instantly adjusted for the sudden change in lighting, bathing everything within the ocean of black in a wash of emerald light. Several corpses bitten by the flash frozen fluids they had secreted before the magcon shielding had failed; greeted the Colonel and his men as they disembarked. Each was clad in a pale beryl uniform bearing the strange markings of the Galactic Security and Assistance Force – the oddly named faction that had fought alongside the Mandalorians against the Kuati people. Uncaring, Gideon had forcibly shoved their spinning corpses from his path as he began securing the breached hangar bay. Those that had been the last off the boat before the assault ramp had ratcheted back into place began policing the floating bodies, pulling them together and tying them down with sections of scattered cord. Once the gathering of over a dozen men and women were lashed together, Gideon stalked the breadth of the hangar bay and shoved the amalgamation of petrified flesh and frozen fluids out of the gaping hole his shuttlecraft had created. Though they were men and women in uniform whom deserved the respect the outfit had brought along with it, in an uncaring galaxy filled with hypocrisy, sending the remains of fighting men and women to figuratively rot in the depths of space was an afforded kindness in comparison to the treatment they would’ve gotten had they died upon the surface.
With a steady crimson pulse blinking within his helmet, the Colonel knew that the hangar bay was bereft of any hostile targets. Nothing still lived within this section of the ship, and every Stormtrooper knew that if it did – it was not human thus deserved to die in the most excruciating way imaginable. Whispering his next set of commands to three of the four squads the transport had ferried into the belly of the beast, the thirty men armed with a various assortment of weapons began progressing deeper into the Star Destroyer. The remaining tactical squad had been tasked with fortifying their beachhead, which would see the remaining ten men set up barricades and other such means – should the platoon be overwhelmed by their foes – they had a defensible position in which they could tactically withdraw too. The first thing they would do, was restore power and functionality to the magcon shielding, so that the warplate they wore would not be so taxed in the recycling of oxygen if a withdrawal took place. Satisfied with the directions he had given, the Colonel took off in pursuit of his diverging platoon. He had several objectives to achieve before the return of his beloved Emperor and the Black Caisson from the expansion region; one being the revitalization of the remaining reactor core, which would in turn allow for the tactical squads to branch off in their search to complete their secondary and tertiary objectives. Thankfully due to the diligence of one Captain Aximand, several probe droids had been sent into the gizzards of the wreckage; plotting out several routes through cloven corridors and severed compartments. Without such detailed cartography for the Unit to use, their progress through the vessels modified interior would have been painstakingly tedious. Giving credit where credit was due would occur when the Black Caisson had returned to Imperial space, which was to say that the Colonel had survived his boarding of the Hardpoint. Knowing that anything can happen in the line of duty, Gideon silently whispered his legions recently adopted mantra. It was a saying he had heard his instructor say during his time at the Cliffside Academy on Carida, in regards to the will of a man and his efficacy in combat should that icy cold determination remain resolute in the face of danger. With the only danger of uncertainty facing him and his men at every turn, the Colonel advanced into the emerald washed hallways of the Hardpoint, whispering in repetition the words; From Will cometh Strength, From Strength cometh Honour, From Honour cometh Will… |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2014 23:55:13 GMT -8
From the bleak void of space, the Nebula-class Star Destroyer known as The Warlord's Fist appeared in a flash of brilliant white light as the Capital Ship reverted back to sub-light space. Zahn stood in front of the viewing port at the front of the bridge, surveying the debris fields scattered throughout orbit, evidence of the battle that had taken place here not too long ago. The Nebula slowly made it's way towards the planet, joining into a synchronous orbit above the planet. General Zahn then got out his comm link, as the comms crew patched it through to the local orbital defence channel
Kuat Orbital Defence, this is General Zahn of The Warlord's Fist. I come today, representing the people of Carida, to speak to someone in charge. As such, I request clearance to land...
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 1, 2014 9:40:38 GMT -8
Coms officer Bellagio was still not back to her post, KTC still routed through the Imperial Navy. They contact General Zahn and cleared him for approach to the Estate of the Ten.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2014 19:10:10 GMT -8
The tramp freighter exited hyperspace without fuss, made the usual calls to ATC, and waited for confirmation. Meanwhile, the pilot sent a private comm message to a private commlink down on the estate.
Hi, I'm back. Um, I'll be down as soon as they let me land.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Apr 1, 2014 19:19:05 GMT -8
His clearance code was on the list of personal contacts for the Emperor herself. He was sent along his merry way, while she received the call on her comlink and acknowledged with a simple response.
Roger.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2014 13:05:59 GMT -8
Zahn nodded as approval to land at the Estate of Ten was granted. He sent a thank you to Kat Orbital Control, before putting the comma link away and turning to Nam and Aethyr. It was time to go meet whomever was in charge of this fledgling Empire, and pledge his loyalty to their cause, as well as the resources he had mounted in his years as a mercenary terrorist
Come, it is time to meet the Empire...
Nam and Aethyr nodded, before following Zahn as he lead the way through the Fist to the hangar bay where the LAAT gunship was waiting for them to board. Once the trio was on board, the gunship lifted off and moved free of the Nebula and headed down towards the planet's surface, heading towards the coordinates for the Estate of Ten that Orbital Control had supplied them with
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Post by Demarus on Apr 5, 2014 17:09:04 GMT -8
A 3-Z freighter rose through the atmosphere into orbit and disappeared into the void of hyperspace.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 6, 2014 18:26:42 GMT -8
Out of hyperspace came two new arrivals. The first one was multiple hyperspace entries, three in total. From a direction within the Deep Core, a fleet of three vessels came into view over Kuat. The lead vessel was a Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer identified as the Nemesis. Its sister vessels were a Venator-class Star Destroyer, Defiance, and an Acclamator-class Assault Ship, Hauler. The trio of these vessels emitted Imperial Remnant and Empire ID signals. And with that, the trio waited in close formation.
What they were waiting for came an hour later, when a small Nune-class Imperial Shuttle, jumped in from the Outer Rim territories. From a viewport, Nicademus gazed out at the planet known as Kuat, the famous shipyards that were the birthplace of many Imperial era warships. It was the crown jewel of the newly formed Galactic Empire, the throne of the Emperor, Lord Sinistra. He would lean back and gave a gesture for the pilots to send off their IDs. The shuttle was identified as the personal transport of Nicademus Delvardus, former Head of State for the Imperial Remnant.
For a window of time, Nicademus would delay his venture to the planet to review what was going on with the Remnant and the assignment for the Nemesis Command's commander, Fleet Admiral Titus. It was a lot of information to stream and for Titus to read. Much had changed for the Remnant, and all for the better.
Once it seemed the Fleet Admiral was up to par with the changes for the Remnant, a communication relay was open to Kuat.
This is Imperial Shuttle, Legacy, requesting permission to land on Kuat. My passengers are two individuals, one being Nicademus Delvardus, who wishes to speak with the Emperor.
Another communication relay opened up from the trio of warships hovering nearby.
This is Fleet Admiral Titus of the Nemesis Command and commander of the Defiance. We wish to dock at Kuat Drive Yards to replenish our munitions and do necessary upgrades for this fleets integration into the Empire.
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Post by Korina on Apr 6, 2014 18:30:39 GMT -8
A Luxury 5000 space yacht winked out of hyperspace, appearing in normal space to the rest of the ships drifting around the planet. It was not hiding, and slowly approached the planet and ship building facilities famous around this planet. The vessel was modified beyond its factory specific capabilities, with greatly increased firepower, however none of the weapons where powered up or even prepared to fire. The deflector shields of the luxury craft where not even raised.
Sitting in her 'command' chair Korina smiled looking out the luxuriant viewport of her craft and nodded. So the rumors where true. Obliterated parts of ships where drifting everywhere, and in her eyes she was seeing nothing but the raw ingredients she needed. However, taking these would be paramount to stealing if she did not receive permission. So she reached out and activated her communications unit. "Stargazer's Lily, hailing Kuat. I wish to communicate with somebody in charge please to make a proposition of business." She released the button and leaned back in her chair, waiting comfortably for a reasons from anybody.
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 13, 2014 19:45:28 GMT -8
Space seemed to boil and froth as the former Imperial cruiser, Savage Wrath burst out of hyperspace. It was astounding that the massive Venator had even survived the transition. It was heavily damaged. Most of its systems were offline. The commanding officer of the vessel, former Sith Lord Viox Savage was in the ship's infirmary in critical condition. The rest of the ship was eerily silent and dark, as the rest of the surviving crew had been ordered into cryo-sleep. How the ship was being operated would have appeared to be a mystery to anyone else that was scanning it. At the moment it was being piloted by a computer. More precisely it was being piloted by an AI. The holo-pedestal on the bridge sprang to life. The ghostly, robbed image of Rampant the ship's Commander Class AI appeared. He was the only thing keeping the ship together. And 'together' was used loosely. Rampant had shut down every non-essential system and re-directed power from several main systems to keep the engines, life support and navigation online. Multiple hull breaches had vented most of the ships atmosphere into space. Only the ship's infirmaries and cryo-bays had been kept full of atmo. The AI waved a ghostly hand from beneath it's robes, calling up the relevant data on the planet. Kuat. And then there was more unimportant data. Rampant dismissed it and opened up a comm channel with the planet's air traffic control.
Attention Kuat Traffic control, this is the Imperial vessel Savage Wrath requesting immediate support. We have sustained extensive damage and experienced a cascade of system failures. We have multiple seriously wounded on board as well. We need help. Repeat, we are in dire need of aid. Respond, over.
With the plea for help sent, there wasn't much else to be done but wait. Which would feel like several eternities to the AI, but he would endure for the sake of the survival of the ship's occupants.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 14, 2014 13:45:07 GMT -8
Out of hyperspace came two new arrivals. The first one was multiple hyperspace entries, three in total. From a direction within the Deep Core, a fleet of three vessels came into view over Kuat. The lead vessel was a Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer identified as the Nemesis. Its sister vessels were a Venator-class Star Destroyer, Defiance, and an Acclamator-class Assault Ship, Hauler. The trio of these vessels emitted Imperial Remnant and Empire ID signals. And with that, the trio waited in close formation.
What they were waiting for came an hour later, when a small Nune-class Imperial Shuttle, jumped in from the Outer Rim territories. From a viewport, Nicademus gazed out at the planet known as Kuat, the famous shipyards that were the birthplace of many Imperial era warships. It was the crown jewel of the newly formed Galactic Empire, the throne of the Emperor, Lord Sinistra. He would lean back and gave a gesture for the pilots to send off their IDs. The shuttle was identified as the personal transport of Nicademus Delvardus, former Head of State for the Imperial Remnant.
For a window of time, Nicademus would delay his venture to the planet to review what was going on with the Remnant and the assignment for the Nemesis Command's commander, Fleet Admiral Titus. It was a lot of information to stream and for Titus to read. Much had changed for the Remnant, and all for the better.
Once it seemed the Fleet Admiral was up to par with the changes for the Remnant, a communication relay was open to Kuat.This is Imperial Shuttle, Legacy, requesting permission to land on Kuat. My passengers are two individuals, one being Nicademus Delvardus, who wishes to speak with the Emperor.Another communication relay opened up from the trio of warships hovering nearby.This is Fleet Admiral Titus of the Nemesis Command and commander of the Defiance. We wish to dock at Kuat Drive Yards to replenish our munitions and do necessary upgrades for this fleets integration into the Empire. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 16:51:14 GMT -8
Space seemed to boil and froth as the former Imperial cruiser, Savage Wrath burst out of hyperspace. It was astounding that the massive Venator had even survived the transition. It was heavily damaged. Most of its systems were offline. The commanding officer of the vessel, former Sith Lord Viox Savage was in the ship's infirmary in critical condition. The rest of the ship was eerily silent and dark, as the rest of the surviving crew had been ordered into cryo-sleep. How the ship was being operated would have appeared to be a mystery to anyone else that was scanning it. At the moment it was being piloted by a computer. More precisely it was being piloted by an AI. The holo-pedestal on the bridge sprang to life. The ghostly, robbed image of Rampant the ship's Commander Class AI appeared. He was the only thing keeping the ship together. And 'together' was used loosely. Rampant had shut down every non-essential system and re-directed power from several main systems to keep the engines, life support and navigation online. Multiple hull breaches had vented most of the ships atmosphere into space. Only the ship's infirmaries and cryo-bays had been kept full of atmo. The AI waved a ghostly hand from beneath it's robes, calling up the relevant data on the planet. Kuat. And then there was more unimportant data. Rampant dismissed it and opened up a comm channel with the planet's air traffic control. Attention Kuat Traffic control, this is the Imperial vessel Savage Wrath requesting immediate support. We have sustained extensive damage and experienced a cascade of system failures. We have multiple seriously wounded on board as well. We need help. Repeat, we are in dire need of aid. Respond, over.With the plea for help sent, there wasn't much else to be done but wait. Which would feel like several eternities to the AI, but he would endure for the sake of the survival of the ship's occupants.
Captain Aximand sat within the confines of his command throne, scrolling over the data retrieved by his vessels long range sensorium suites. Upon their initial sweep, his scanners had detected several hull breaches and much of their systems were running upon minimal power. Whatever had happened to this ancient vessel, Logan doubted that it would ever fly again – unless the technicians back upon the Drive Yards were secretly magicians bearing the cloaks of lesser men for sport. Halting the flow of data with a bored wave of his hand, the Captain had noticed that much of the power fluctuations aboard the damaged warship were concentrated near the reactor core in several compartments not listed within the standard design – for many vessels had shrugged off the use of cryogenic bays once travel through the tumultuous realm of hyperspace had been mastered. With the engines no longer burning white hot and maneuvering thrusters were being fired every so often, Logan began searching for life signs. As the power had been dropped significantly, the only rational thought was that the craft’s life support system had been reduced as well. Had he followed that assumption out to its limit, the Captain would then realize that the craft before him had been modified to house an Artificial Intelligence unit to supplement the skills of the crew. Generally many void capable vessels housed computer cores that boasted databanks filled with a plethora of knowledge, however due to the unpredictability of man-made sentience; many Captains had shunned the use of these living computers.
Instead, the Captain was more concerned with the metallic distress call barking over several general channels, seeking immediate assistance from anyone that cared to listen. As he had been tasked already to intercept this new arrival, Logan active his shipboard communications and began taking actions to relieve this beleaguered vessel of its burdens and tow it back to the orbital stations above the throneworld. With several boarding parties now upon standby, Captain Aximand donned his trademarked headset and placed his laurel stenciled cap upon the armrest of his command throne. He stood from the immaculately cushioned chair and activated his headset’s vox bead, overriding the communications terminal and transmitting his thickly imperial accented voice into the depths of space.:: Savage Wrath, this is Captain Aximand – Commanding Officer of the Black Caisson. We are here to aid you in any way we can. Medical and extraction teams are on standby, and are awaiting the go ahead to board your ailing vessel. Whilst retrieval operations take place, the Black Caisson will tow your craft back to the Drive Yards for repair, or salvage what remains should the ship be beyond economical repair. :: He stalled his neutral tongue to issue several swift orders to his command crew, ensuring that they were ready if this vessel turned out to be either a vessel filled to the brim with dormant rebels or merely a distraction as a prelude for an all-out invasion. While the craft had identified itself as Imperial, Logan had learned several months before that it never hurt to be prepared for any eventuality. Resuming his transmission with a thought, the Captain continued; :: In the meantime, I would like you to identify yourself and transmit a crew manifest. Comply with our demands and you shall see the graciousness of the Imperium, over. :: |
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 28, 2014 19:28:48 GMT -8
Finally someone had received their distress signal. Had Lord Savage himself been on the bridge, he'd have been fuming at the seeming lack of organization. Fortunately, Lord Savage was floating in a bacta tank in critical condition down in the infirmary. So Rampant was spared his master's angry outbursts.
Rampant continued to monitor the rapidly decaying status of the ship while it drifted aimlessly over the planet. As much as an AI couldn't feel human emotions, the AI felt some kind of attachment to the ship. It had been the AI's home since he had been created.
Unfortunately for Rampant, the ship was not worth its weight in scrap. Having suffered massive damage in the space-battle against ISHS Forces, and barely holding together long enough to jump to hyperspace, let alone handle the trip, the ship had finally served its purpose.
Rampant opened the comm channel with Captain Aximand.
Captain Aximand, the crew of this vessel appreciates the assistance, I'm sure. As for me, I am a Commander-Class Starship AI. Designation CS-115/2 'Rampant Savage'. I'll transmit whatever information you need to speed things up. After all, we have nothing to hide, especially given our current situation. Please note, that if you are attempting recovery maneuvers, I would advise linking the team leader to this channel. The vast majority of this ship is currently without proper O2 levels and a lock-down is currently in effect, as per protocol. And much of the ship is damaged, making a conventional layout schematic extremely inaccurate.
The AI assembled the appropriate information that would appease the Captain enough to speed up the process. It was sent to the Black Caisson in a burst data package. When received on the other end, it would appear as follows:
Vessel Identification Dossier/Crew Manifest
ID Number: 773-482-3379
Classification: Star-Destroyer, Venator Class.
Designation: Savage Wrath
CO: Lord Viox Savage
Crew Compliments:
7,400 Enlisted.
3,456 designated KIA
1,528 designated MIA
2,416 designated to cryo-sleep
Marine Compliments:
2,000 Enlisted
2,000 designated KIA
Rampant had reduced the official report to save time. Captain Aximand would get the gist of it. All Rampant could do was wait until the recovery teams were sent their way.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 29, 2014 18:06:36 GMT -8
NEAR THE IMPERIAL MILITARY PORT...
Though much of the details this artificial intelligence unit had transferred over were made obvious by the physical state of the vessel itself, Logan listened to the digital construct none the less – for appearance’s sake more than anything. It was interesting to encounter a virtual being, when all his life the Captain had interacted with nothing but sentient life shrouded in various forms of flesh. However, Aximand wished that such an event had taken place under a different setting with more cordial circumstances. Letting loose a silent sigh of personal despair, the Captain resumed transmitting his voice into the depths of the void; now localized by the efforts of his communications officers.
:: I thank you, Rampant Savage, for the words of warning and the morbid details. However our recovery teams are well equipped to handle whatever obstacle they may encounter aboard your Master’s vessel. Aximand over and out. ::
Having previously thumbed through the forwarded information, Captain Aximand discerned from the single honourific title preceding the name of Viox Savage, that the man was either a wealthy noble with strong Imperial ties, or a master of the Sith unfit to bear the name of Darth. He had also noted that Savage seemed to be family name that apparently marked everything within this Viox’s possession, thus it bore precedence upon the former assumption rather than the latter. Though as exhibited by history itself, noble born sons and daughters could mature into deadly warrior monks trained in the dark arts of the Sith. Pushing such thoughts aside to favour the current crisis at hand, Captain Aximand began this rescue operation by amending the details in his initial and by the book approach to this situation. While his men would be prepared to board the ailing craft, before it had drifted into the Kuat system proper, they would not expect to encounter such a high body count. Relaying the changes had taken little effort, and thus left Captain Aximand with enough oxygen within his lungs to issue the orders to launch before he was forced to inhale yet another mouthful of recycled air.
Descending through the azure mag-con shielding of the ventral hangar bay, several alabaster Lambda-class shuttles roared into the silent depths of space, urgent purpose chasing after ignited ion engines. The distance between the two ships had made the journey between the two vessels relatively short, as the blunted arrowhead prow of the Nebula-class destroyer came to a halt near what remained of the vessel’s towering super structure. As the twin tails of fire carried forth those that would rescue the Savage Wrath’s occupants, the Black Caisson’s tractor beam emitters had calculated the most stable points of connection and, thereafter had aligned their nozzles to the corresponding positions. Cast against the speckled background of the starlight curtain of night, a transparent cone of emerald luminescence appeared upon the damaged metallic flesh of the antiquated Venator. Like the deep sea leviathans of Mon Calamari, the several tendrils of beryl luminosity brought the Savage Wrath into a comforting embrace – from which it would be gently guided through the Kuati sector and delicately placed within its newest berth.
It would take several hours for the rescue and recovery operations to be completed, but in the allotted time the Captain had projected in regards to their return to the orbital stations surrounding Kuat, he knew that every soul that was worthy of saving from this vessel; would be saved. Missions like this had always wracked a higher body count than desired, as destiny had a funny way of snuffing out the lives of those that did not wish to die. Removing his headset with practised ease, Logan turned about and headed back to his command throne – for he had to inform his superiors of the situation he now faced.
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Post by Viox Savage on Apr 29, 2014 19:00:51 GMT -8
Rampant observed the aiding forces movements from what remained of the Wrath's sensors. As he processed the situation, he listened to the Captain once more. As he listened, Rampant was unsure of whether or not he detected small hints of despair within the Captain's voice. It was remarkably irrelevant, and yet it intrigued him slightly. Dismissing it as nothing for the time being, he double and triple checked that everything was proceeding smoothly on the bridge, or rather as smoothly as it could at this point in time, and beamed himself down to the infirmary where Viox was held, suspended in a bacta-tank. The ghostly visage of Rampant shimmered to life on the pedestal before the tank.
"We are being rescued by Imperial forces not aligned with that of your father, my lord. Help should be arriving shortly. Other than that, I have nothing else to report as long range sensors are damaged, preventing me from initiating a deep scan of the area. For now, I guess we will be placing our faith in our new-found allies."
Rampant's avatar 'gazed' up at the half-nude Sith suspended in the tank before him.
While it wasn't necessary for the AI to do such a thing when the sensors in the tank, as well as the security monitors acted as his senses, he had learned a long time ago that such small human interactions made dealing with humans and humanoids that recognized such interactions, a lot easier. Upon observing the Sith, all he did in response was briefly open his fierce yellow eyes, then close them again. Rampant knew that Viox couldn't actually perceive much through the liquid bacta, but he knew what his master meant. Now all they could do was wait.
Rampant's avatar remained for a few seconds longer, this dissipated. He was off monitoring the progress of the rescue crews as proceeded with their task.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2014 16:51:42 GMT -8
NEAR THE PRIMARY NAVIGATION POINT - IMPERIAL MILITARY SECTOR...
The action had resumed nearly an hour into the operation, as the Captain of the Black Caisson had been lost in his thoughts whilst looking over the varying estimations of reclamation. He stood beside his command throne, unwilling to take the seat while the men and women under his command were risking their lives to save those of total strangers. Granted the embellished chair had still clung onto his residual scent as he had previously occupied it nearly an hour before, but as was his custom he removed himself from its embrace once the operations began. Logan liked to stand before his tactical hololithic display table, and watch the events transpire in microcosm before his very eyes. It was a dispassionate and unusual style of command, but it had proved to be what had forced the Mandalorian’s surrender at the end of their galactic jihad here at Kuat.
Because of how he had taken an eagle’s eye view of the entire battle, Captain Aximand was lauded as the Hero of the fledgling Empire – a title he believed was unwarranted due to the toll it had inflicted upon both the people of Kuat and their military’s morale. He had seen vessels bearing the lives of thousands, destroyed in the blink of an eye by the technological abominations created from the twisted mind of Taung H’rel. Though he knew that death was the inevitable outcome for all life, and that the clarion call would be ever hastened by donning the raiment’s of war, seeing eight destroyers and a gun platform turned to ash was heart wrenching. They deserved to die better than that; they deserved to die with dignity! That rat bastard had ruined their chance at having one last moment of honour, which was only made worse by the Emperor’s proclamation that the Mandalorian Warlord, whom orchestrated the final phases of the Jihad that saw the destruction of two planetary systems, had been killed upon the surface by the indomitable defense grid.
Sinistra was his Emperor, and he would serve her glorious Empire until his dying breath, but in the darkest sections of his heart – he could never forgive her for ruining his chance of removing the stain from his honour.
Such thoughts were pushed aside however, when the first of the reports had been transmitted from the Savage Wrath. His teams had successfully breached through several obstacles impeding their access to greater sections of the ship, and were slowly but surely evacuating those that were able to be saved. The figures sent to his command terminal by the artificial construct had proven to be a great median in which to base their efforts off of, as he had assigned several more members of his crew to assist with the reclamation efforts. More shuttles had begun a cyclic circuit between the Flagship’s primary hangar bay and the established beachheads aboard the ailing Venator. Each round trip they had made, a full load of survivors was deposited onto the flight decks before various secondary hangar bays had to be used in order to accommodate the ever massing group of Imperial-esque personnel. Dozens of soldiers from the Black Caisson’s marine detachment had been assigned with the task of keeping an eye on these newly saved souls, whilst the medical teams set to work. Technicians from the Engineering decks had been tasked with carefully opening the antiquated cryotubes, so that the occupants within did not suffer from any ill effects of the temporal restoration process – where the mind and body became weak through prolonged exposure to their enforced confinement.
The last of the shuttles had come bearing a single passenger from the belly of the sundered beast, the Lord Viox Savage, secluded within his healing salve filled capsule. His Bacta tank had been carefully removed from its housing once a pair of his recovery teams had made it to the Wrath’s medical bay. The vox casted report, containing the team leader’s initial findings, had proven the Captain’s earlier assumption as to the honourific identity of this man. Lord Savage was a Sith, for the markings upon his flesh were similar to those openly worn by the vassals of that religious order. Thus another of the shattered Sith order has come to Kuat, and by the data within their navigational computer, Captain Aximand knew it wasn’t by mistake. This Lord Savage, when he recovered from whatever ordeal he had faced before, would request an audience with the Emperor and pledge his sabre to her service. That would be the only logical reason behind this Zabrak’s questionable intent, as coming here upon a damaged ship with half the crew needlessly slaughtered would not be a wise course of action should that intent be proven hostile. Even if the latter option be proven true by the removal of this man’s remaining crew, it was unlikely they would be able to take over the Emperor’s flagship and live to see the end of the day in the very heart of the resurgent Galactic Empire.
Now that the Savage Wrath had been emptied of its remaining crew that still drew breath, the recovery teams had shifted their duties to that of Coroners – taking up the tallies of the dead and removing their fetid corpses from the shattered husk of the Venator. With those deeds becoming the present, the Captain re-established the communications link with the damaged vessel’s computer construct. His voice had been drained of all emotion, and sharpened with his traditional Imperial edge.
:: Rampant Savage, this is Captain Aximand. Your computer core is a most interesting construct. Would you have us remove it from the housing before we enter the Kuat system, or shall we leave that for when the 'Savage Wrath' has been berthed within the Drive Yards? ::
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Post by Viox Savage on May 6, 2014 17:36:18 GMT -8
Rampant heard the Captain speak, then formulated his reply.With the ship emptied of its remaining crew members and Lord Savage safely in the hands of the Empire, Rampant had taken the liberty to prepare himself for departure. Rampant himself required very little in the way of assistance when it came to being transferred or removed from his current locale. When inserted onto a ship, he had unlimited access to every digital nook and cranny within the ship as well as unrestricted access to whatever capabilities the ship had. When it came to movement beyond the ship, he was limited. He either had to link up through a data-burst connection or be removed from one system and placed into another. Near the end of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage's rule, Rampant had seen fit to create a body for himself to make him less reliant on actual beings. After spending months of preparation and well over a year creating this body, Rampant had created a Krath War Droid shell for his data-chip to be inserted into. The War Droid, while modeled off of ancient designs, was brought up to technological standards and modified to be extremely efficient in combat, should the need ever have arisen. Rampant had even taken the liberty to have his avatar's face modeled onto the droid's head. The droid itself was top of the line, spared no expense. It was outfitted with the latest and most up to date sensors, combat matrices and it even came with it's own sound dampening stealth unit. The droid itself was unarmed, save for the cortosis-phrik short blade. The droid also had an armorweave cloak draped over its shoulder.Down in one of the engineering bays of the ship, Rampant programmed a mechanical arm to remove his chip and insert it into the base of the droid head. But not before he responded to Captain Aximand.No need, Captain. I am finishing up a few important tasks, and then will be on my way. However, due to several issues with the vessel itself, I won't be disembarking until it is securely berthed. As I am sure you have other tasks that require your attentions, I shall leave you to it. Once again, thank you for your help, Captain. Savage, over and out.
Rampant closed the line, and then his chip was plucked out of the console ever so delicately. The arm then swung over to the waiting droid body. With a soft click the chip was in place. The head of the droid snapped up and moved from side to side. Then the droid stepped down off the platform and headed over to the main terminal that was still functional and continued with it's appointed task, Rampant at the helm.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 19:31:31 GMT -8
No longer required to respond in such an ancient method, the Captain severed his ties to the communications channel, and removed the headset adorning his scalp. A heavy sigh of relief slipped through his lips, as the toughest part of his day loomed upon the horizon. Playing the part of an operational commander had come easily to the commander of the Black Caisson, as he felt that was his calling. Now he had to don the masque of a simple messenger, dealing with the instantaneous after effects of his verbal delivery. Moving away from the comforting embrace of his Command Throne, Logan donned his Imperial Cog and Laurel crested cap and hailed the distant planet of Kuat. Materializing before him in a flickering likeness of azure pixels was the digitized representation of the Vice Admiral Melusar. Logan’s hand snapped up to his brow in a crisp, and sharp salute when the hololithic feed had stabilized the heavily encrypted transmission. The Vice Admiral had returned the salute in kind, before adorning his face with a warm and friendly smile.
:: Captain Aximand, the Hero of Kuat. To what do I owe the pleasure? :: He paused for a moment to grasp at something outside the transmitters range, before pulling up a cup of tea and its saucer. :: If you’re calling me about the damaged and antiquated Venator that’s come into our sector of space, I’m already aware of the situation. Your executive officer is very efficient at being a pain in my ass. ::
As if his ears were burning, the Commander Borodin projected his booming voice into the transmission, interjecting upon the Captain’s... moment of relaying the information that had apparently already been relayed.
“My pleasure, sir!”
Shaking his head, with a joyous expression painted plainly across his face, the Captain had begun his after action report – carefully ensuring to leave out the major aspects most likely covered by his Second in command.
“From the projected figures supplied to us by the vessel’s artificial construct, we had managed to mount a successful rescue and recovery operation. Everyone that could be saved from the ailing craft has been transferred to our cargo holds and secondary hangar bays for processing. Once my marines and service crews have finished garnering an idea as to who these men truly are, I’ll have the files submitted to Imperial High Command for additional administration work.”
The Vice Admiral nodded, before taking a lengthy sip of from his embellished cup.
:: Understood, Captain. While High Command knows that these – shall we say refugees- have washed ashore in our space, it is in the Empire’s best interest to see them safely to the Drive Yards and the Throneworld thereafter. I have a feeling this Lord of the House of Savage desires an audience with our beleaguered Emperor. ::
“Yet another Sith to kneel before our Sovereign, Sir?” Aximand asked, his curiosity peaked by the increased influx of these Dark Force users over the past few weeks.
:: Correct, Captain. The Emperor can never have enough pawns to adorn her galactic dejarik board. Now, I’ll start the paperwork for the ‘Savage Wrath’s transfer into a quarantined dry dock, so that the Kay-Dee-Wye personnel can deal with any issues that may occur. You, on the other hand, have the pleasure of getting that damned Noble off your ship and down to the surface in one piece along with the rest of his crew. ::
The Captain nodded his understanding and saluted respectively before cutting the transmitted link. He had a job to do, and by whatever gods claimed lordship over the strands of fate, he would see it done before the day was out.
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Post by Viox Savage on May 7, 2014 18:31:39 GMT -8
And so the gears had been set in motion. With the unexpected arrival of the Savage Wrath on the fledgling Empire's doorstep and the subsequent evacuation and recovery of all remaining personnel, the era of the Imperial Sovereign House of Savage, or ISHS for short was truly at a close. The Emperor and father of the now encapsulated Sith Lord had been felled. By none other than his own son. And with the death of the Emperor came the collapse of the Empire's inner workings. Moffs and Lord Admirals thrown into chaos, in a bold but ultimately foolish attempt to fill the vacuum. Xander had never intended his Empire to survive without him or his son at the helm. And with Viox refusing to step up, it all fell apart. The Wrath had been engaged for several days, against former allies. While it had fought viciously, they had finally been outmaneuvered and outgunned. Waiting around just long enough to accept a lone Lambda-Class shuttle containing a very beaten and bloody Viox, Rampant had input a set of randomized hyperspace coordinates, leading as far away as possible from the conflict. And this is where they had emerged. Fitting, but entirely accidental.
On board the ailing vessel, the artificial construct, now encased in a fully operational Krath War Droid body, was busily reversing the planning done before the jump to hyperspace.
With Lord Savage indisposed of at the then present time, Rampant had devised a strategy that would have seriously crippled the Imperial Fleet. He had removed all safety functions from the ship's reactors and had prepared a time delayed delivery system that would either rapidly or slowly destabilize them, causing a violent reaction. The ship, along with all its ordnance, would have gone super-nova thus crippling the acting flagships of the Imperial Fleet. Now, however, it was deemed extremely unnecessary. The Empire had lent aid and seemed intrigued with his master and therefore did not pose any threat to them.
The droid moved from one terminal to the next, disabling the timers and the automated systems incorporated with the destabilization. Once the ship reached its berth, the task would be completed and the ship itself would be completely safe, or as safe as it could be in its current state.
Meanwhile, in the Black Caisson...
The med-capsule containing the Iridonian Sith Lord was being moved to one of the ship's medical bays when the occupant inside began to stir. Not long after the occupant's initial movements, did the consciousness return. Savage's fierce yellow eyes shot open. Being in a fluid filled capsule didn't phase him in the slightest. He extended his perceptions outward and began to feel the ebb and flow of the Force. Many familiar presences filled his mind, as did many more foreign ones. One in particular caught his attention. Strong, commanding and sophisticated. Well-disciplined, honorable as well as being a strategical thinker. Whomever these qualities belonged to, Savage wanted to meet with this being and catch himself up to speed. The time for healing was done. Savage gathered himself, allowing his eyes to flutter closed. He reached out with his mind and hit the release on the capsule. The lid hissed as it opened and the half nude Sith sat upright. Rivulets of healing fluid cascaded down his red and black tattooed chest. This caused a slight panic within the few people escorting his capsule. His eyes took in his surroundings and each of the people around him. He lifted himself out of the capsule, wet feet slapping the deck. He gathered himself up to full height and spoke to the nearest person, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I wish an audience with the commanding officer of this vessel. Take me there at once!"
While obviously still shocked at the abrupt manner in which the former occupant of the capsule had woken, they escorting personnel waited no time in complying with his wishes. Savage stalked behind them, seething with barely controlled rage.
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