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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 8, 2014 19:08:56 GMT -8
Admiral Bane instructed Captain Kane Brahnx, who was the captain of the ship to be in control of diagnostics of the ship and report to him immediately once its done. Brahnx was a loyal and dedicated soldier and believed in the command of Bane even though he did have some problems over Bane being a Duros. But, he also remembered Thrawn and the fact that he was Chiss. However, time will tell the caliber of Bane. He had gotten this far and would eventually achieve greatness or going down with his fleet.
Anyways, Bane decides to sit down in the Admiral's chair on the bridge. He watches an old holorecording of a documentary showcasing the history of the Imperial Navy and its fighting strategies and tactics.
Captain, make sure this ship is fully functional and operational. When you have the diagnostics done make sure to give me a full report.
Wilco, Admiral Bane. It shall be done.
Bane sits down and watches the holorecording.
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John Tien
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Post by John Tien on Oct 10, 2014 2:11:02 GMT -8
A single Victory II Star Destroyer drops out of hyperspace in orbit above Kuat hovering there for a moment before transmitting its IFF, it was the Darkness, a ship of the Fel 9th Fleet under the command of Moff John Tien, the Moff himself was aboard staring out over the planet of his birth and the orbital shipyard above it, John's purpose in being here was to find out what was going on as Imperial High Command went dark as far as orders and also to see if his wayward Governor had sworn is allegiance to the Empire or if he was still MIA
=John=
This is Moff John Tien, I request permission to land at the Estate of Ten to speak with the Emperor
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 11, 2014 6:10:23 GMT -8
Admiral Titus quietly paces the bridge of Nemesis as it lumbers through the orbit over Kuat. Suddenly a communications officer rushes over to the Admiral and has him come over to the station. An emergency frequency was being set and it was all the channels of the Empire, known and unknown it seemed. Titus moves to contact Admiral Bane and Moff Tien.
Admiral Bane and Moff Tien, please check your communication stations. My officer has detected an emergency transmission from the surface. It seems to be for the whole of the Empire to hear.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 14, 2014 20:02:30 GMT -8
In orbit, the transmission from the Throne Room is relayed to all Imperial vessels and, from there, throughout the Empire. Admiral Titus calmly listens to the transmission and sighs lightly. It had begun...
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A responding transmission is sent to John Tien and others in orbit who had requested permission to land.
This is Imperial Orbital Security, you have been granted permission to land and speak with the Emperor.
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Krzesimir Viggo
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 14, 2014 22:56:13 GMT -8
The young admiral arrived via shuttle, unannounced but expected. He'd received orders to take command of a newly commissioned fleet built mostly at KDY and then to take up defensive positions around Kuat until new orders arrived. His shuttle moved deftly through Imperial customs and soon was approaching the vast shipyard and the new Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, with whom he shared a name sake. Pellaeon's father being an ambitious young man in Gilad Pellaeon's prime, changed his name to match the inspiring and aging Admiral's. Alas, his career was cut short when his small vessel, an aging gladiator-class, was set upon by equally ambitious pirates, and his complacent and panicked crew decided to mutiny and surrender rather than fight against the numerically superior foe. Young Aurel Pellaeon never learned the fate of his father, only that he was MIA and assumed to have deserted with the rest of the crew. He knew that was a lie, but no one would listen, and it couldn't be proved anyway, so he simply strove to do what his father could not, become the next great Pellaeon. Admiral Aurel Pellaeon had worked hard to get to where he was, and was determined to prove both his loyalty and skill as a naval officer. His shuttle was drawn into the ship's huge bay and he stood as it landed. He disembarked his shuttle and moved to the bridge where assumed command of the ship, Intrepid, and the ten other ships in the new Imperial Fleet, Second Squadron. Four of those were Munifex-class light cruisers, slow but heavily armed and armored for their size as well as carrying a squadron of TIE Predators each, the other six were the familiar and reliable Lancer-class Frigates. These eleven ships and their compliments of TIE Predators, would serve as Kuat's first line of defense against invaders. The fleet was soon in position each ready to move at a moment's notice to face any threat as it appeared, the fleet congregated toward the north pole, from which to better lay a defensive fire over the Imperial palace at any given time. Pellaeon orders shields be raised to full and maintained, it wouldn't due for a lucky hit to disable any portion of his task force even before he was aware of the attack.
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 15, 2014 12:04:44 GMT -8
Admiral Titus quietly paces the bridge of Nemesis as it lumbers through the orbit over Kuat. Suddenly a communications officer rushes over to the Admiral and has him come over to the station. An emergency frequency was being set and it was all the channels of the Empire, known and unknown it seemed. Titus moves to contact Admiral Bane and Moff Tien.Admiral Bane and Moff Tien, please check your communication stations. My officer has detected an emergency transmission from the surface. It seems to be for the whole of the Empire to hear. |
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Post by William Riter on Oct 15, 2014 16:16:14 GMT -8
Riter had taken the opportunity of down time to begin meditating, concentrating his energy on his presence, ensuring his guise could be maintained with the least effort
It was halfway through his normal meditative span that the comms blared to life and Riter was jarred from his concentration, a small clang as things fell back onto his table and Riter returned to his usual professional composure. He popped on the comm back to Bane
Roger that Admiral, see you in the Shuttle Bay. Riter out
Standing from his desk he looked to the hooks on the wall that held his effects. A large utility belt was his main desire. Grabbing the belt he wrapped it around his waist, hooking the eye-hole clasp tightly, he grabbed the two custom westar blasters from their holster, double checked their power cells and safety mechanisms were working properly and reholstered them with a flourish. He then grabbed his sword off the wall, a specially designed curved-vibrosword with a cortosis alloy weave, a pitch-black blade that was not unfamiliar with combat against an opponent wielding a lightsaber. This was Riter's deadliest weapon if range permitted. He gave it a twirl, checking the weight was perfect, and it was. Sheathing it, his training was apparent for a moment.
Fully donned, Riter stepped out of his office, into the hall and onto the turbolift.
"Shuttle Bay"
The lift descended as he made his way down to meet the Admiral
What could they want on the surface? He pondered...he would soon find out
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John Tien
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Post by John Tien on Oct 15, 2014 21:37:47 GMT -8
John just sat in his command chair after the broadcast had ended, the news was unexpected to say the least, but it was also a bit of clarification as to why high command was no longer giving orders, it took him a few minutes to respond to control
=John=
I guess this is the part where I swear allegiance....Copy that control, will descend in a few moments
Lately it had seemed like the leader of the Empire shifted daily, first Ronan, then Nicademus, then Sinistra, back to Nicademus, hopefully it wouldn't change again for a long time, John shook these thoughts from his head and headed to the hanger bay where he entered his TIE Phantom and launched toward the surface
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 16, 2014 12:53:00 GMT -8
Admiral Bane was about to board the shuttle when Riter showed up.
Commodore Riter, I heard that we may be in a power transitoin. This is the perfect chance to secure Imperial Naval Command under real graduates of the Academy and not errand boy Admiral's, that are so frequent in a Moff's employ.
He got on and signaled the pilot to launch when Riter had entered and arrive in the hangar of Imperial Head Quarters.
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Post by William Riter on Oct 16, 2014 23:01:43 GMT -8
Riter politely nodded as Bane spoke, he never was sure if Bane was ever being honest or hopeful. Either was fine but it meant a grain of salt was necessary
"Then what are we waiting for?"
He said as he boarded the shuttle with Bane, headed for the surface
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Post by Errol 'Swashbuckler' Cocker on Oct 19, 2014 16:07:27 GMT -8
A ship exits hyperspace.
"Errol, we have arrived."
A man stirs from his bunk waking and clumsily rolling out of bed. He stretches and dons his green robes with gold pattern. He yawns as he grabs his shades, the many rings on his fingers glittering slightly from the low levels of artifical light in his quarters. He liked the cabin dim.
"Thanks, Ren."
He climbed out of his cabin using the ladder affixed to the wall and entered the cockpit.
"Where the hell are we anyways?"
-Ren-
"It appears somewhere in the Deep Core. It is hard to tell Errol, my navigation systems were wrecked in that last encounter."
She hesitated.
"Wherever we are, my scans show a large defensive force in the area as well as what appears to be a sizable Imperial fleet."
-Errol-
He sighed.
"Always something isn't it?"
-Ren-
"Yes."
-Errol-
He pulled out a flask and took a deep long drink.
"Got any reccomendations?"
-Ren-
"Well, we could ask for help. . ."
-Errol-
"You know me better than that."
He grinned.
"Set all power to the engines. We're going in for a landing."
-Ren-
"My analysis shows that diverting power in that manner would most likely fry the ship. Need I remi-"
-Errol-
"Yeah, yeah I know the risks. But you know how I hate authority."
-Ren-
IF she could have, she would have sighed. This was exactly the same reason Errol had been cast out from his former clan. But there was no stopping him and she knew it.
"Diverting power in 10 seconds. Shall I take you in, or would you prefer the honors?"
-Errol-
"Now that's more like it!"
He placed his hands on the throttle and gunned it straight towards the planet below.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 19, 2014 17:34:51 GMT -8
Errol's vessel had been spotted on the radar. Admiral Titus made note of it and had his flagship track it towards the surface. He sends a report to the Planetary security and Naval High Command.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 20, 2014 20:34:54 GMT -8
Aurel Pelleaon read the report and dispatched a lancer frigate and two squadrons of TIE Predators to intercept the ship, while ordering an open broadcast be started.
Unidentified ship, reverse course or I will authorize lethal force. You have ten standard seconds to comply.
Captian if that ship doesn't reverse course in ten seconds I want it atomized.
The captain acknowledged and relayed the message to the fighters deploying from the hangar and watched the eager pilots race in for the kill, each one daring the other ship to defy the ultimatum. The lancer frigate moved to intercept the ship in orbit, while the fighters took a more direct approach, angling just enough to bring the ship into weapons range as soon as possible. If the vagrant failed to comply, it would be under fire from pairs of TIEs in two minuets, and would start taking fire from the frigate in three. Assuming the ship had exited at roughly normal distance from the gravity well, as dictated by the navi-comp, and that it had average speed for a ship it's size ~70-90 MGLT transit into the atmosphere should take no more than fifteen minutes. This writer expects the vagrant to enter the atmosphere within five minutes if it can hold together under fire, and within ten if evasive maneuvers are necessary.
Of course Simple compliance will bring the usual customs officials along shortly, and keep the vagrant from taking fire, though intercepting force will continue to keep themselves between the vagrant and the planet, in case he decided to change his mind.
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Post by Errol 'Swashbuckler' Cocker on Oct 20, 2014 22:02:48 GMT -8
-Ren-
She had known this was bound to happen. Without a second thought she killed all power to the engines. Although this action did not reverse the ships course, it did reduce the ship to drifting, abet in the wrong direction. But it was a risk Ren was willing to take.
"Sorry Errol, I can't let you do this."
-Errol-
He knew it was useless to try and argue. He sighed heavily and raised his flask taking a long drink. He waited a moment.
"Fine, if this is the way it is going to be, then so be it."
His hand moved from the throttle (now disabled thanks to Ren's action) to the consul panel. He clicked a few buttons almost leisurely opening a comm as the ship drifted dangerously close to the fire zone.
::To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?::
Errol's tone was respectful yet held a trace of scorn. More because of his past and life experiences than anything. He knew already that Ren probably going to kill him but he really didn't care. At this point in his life, death was almost an acceptable alternative to life.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Oct 21, 2014 6:39:40 GMT -8
Three TIE Defenders exited hyperspace. No IFF designations, those had been stripped. No communication.
They flew in a triangle formation, accelerating strongly and did no attempts to get closer to the planet, seemed to fly strait for the Abyssian hyperspace lane entry. They had strong sensory activity. They had exited the Alderaan hyperspace lane.
But it was there.
Isnt the Universe beautifull in all its glory and tiny little misshaps?
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 21, 2014 14:23:14 GMT -8
Admiral Bane alerts Captain Brahnx to have all ships stand down in the immediate area as the Argos readies tractor beams.
Admiral Pelleaon, this is Captain Brahnx of the Argos, I am relaying you orders to stand down from Admiral Jenssar Bane. He is the current high ranking admiral in the system. We will be engaging tractor beams in 5 seconds.
The tractor beam comes out and extends to encompass Errol's ship. Captain Brahnx does not communicate with anyone on board. Instead, waiting for the newcomers to be greeted by Imperial Marines and blasters. And of course himself, talking now was out of the question.
Meanwhile, Admiral Bane's shuttle containing Riter makes it way to the surface. And, would soon dock in the Hangar to which Bane would immediately enter the Throne Room. He was ready for whatever laid beyond the door. But, first the hangar. The ship would soon be landing in it. And, Bane was ready to take over Imperial Naval Command.
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Post by Errol 'Swashbuckler' Cocker on Oct 22, 2014 21:50:46 GMT -8
-Errol-
"How much do you want to bet they either blast down the doors, or attempt an intimidating show of force?"
-Ren-
"Do you actually script the way your encounters go?"
-Errol-
Smiling.
"When you've had the same experience with control freaks, you learn how these things work."
Without another word, he stood up and folded his hands behind his back. Turning he walked toward the door and sat cross legged on the floor. Slowly he focused drawing on the dark energies that threaded through the universe. Exhaling he focused on the task at hand. Drawing on the wisdom of those who had gone before him, his clarity grew. He knew the risks of his next actions, but he also foresaw the rewards. Rising he removed his weapons. Ren watched silently. This was a new ritual to her. She'd never seen it before. He placed his sword on the rack near the door, his holstered slug thrower as well, finally he drew the knife from his boot and placed it along with it's sheath on the ground. Kneeling before his weapons he asked for guidance one last time. The Sith rune above the rack flashed. He rose smiling. He was ready.
"Do not do anything foolish Ren."
His voice was more serious now. He felt his ship enter the hangar and crash to the floor. He didn't budge. Soon it would begin.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 23, 2014 20:29:36 GMT -8
Well that was news to Pellaeon, considering in the Imperial registry the Admiral was not given any special rank, making him Pellaeon's equal in rank, still the registry data was several months old and possibly outof date by now, plus that would be one less thing for him to worry about. Not knowing how well the new administration would handle decisive action, he ordered his forces to comply. A junior sensor officer piped up, at the behest of a senior officer, and announced a trio of TIE defenders skirting the system. Pellaeon asked when they had arrived, and very nearly demoted the man to private on the spot, but instead relieved him of his duties and sent him to the brig for dereliction of duty until further notice. The young officer sputtered for a moment before walking out between his escorts, after a substantial elbow to the kidney to help him on his way from the senior officer.
Pellaeon tasked the two squadrons already deployed to pace the fighters, while the Lancer moved to cut them off and demanded to know the fighter's business in sector, since they were practically screaming "recon." The three fighters would likely be able to arrive at their destination and leave by the time any of Pellaeon's forces arrived at weapons range, thanks to the negligence of the junior sensor officer, and the time that had bought them. Pellaeon returned to Admiral Bane, a signal advising that he be aware that the system has been scouted by an unknown force, and things may get hot quickly if it was an advance recon for a hostile task force, though Pellaeon's assessment of the situation deemed that this was improbable.
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 24, 2014 10:08:51 GMT -8
-Errol- "How much do you want to bet they either blast down the doors, or attempt an intimidating show of force?" -Ren- "Do you actually script the way your encounters go?" -Errol- Smiling. "When you've had the same experience with control freaks, you learn how these things work." Without another word, he stood up and folded his hands behind his back. Turning he walked toward the door and sat cross legged on the floor. Slowly he focused drawing on the dark energies that threaded through the universe. Exhaling he focused on the task at hand. Drawing on the wisdom of those who had gone before him, his clarity grew. He knew the risks of his next actions, but he also foresaw the rewards. Rising he removed his weapons. Ren watched silently. This was a new ritual to her. She'd never seen it before. He placed his sword on the rack near the door, his holstered slug thrower as well, finally he drew the knife from his boot and placed it along with it's sheath on the ground. Kneeling before his weapons he asked for guidance one last time. The Sith rune above the rack flashed. He rose smiling. He was ready. "Do not do anything foolish Ren." His voice was more serious now. He felt his ship enter the hangar and crash to the floor. He didn't budge. Soon it would begin. |
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Oct 25, 2014 13:51:48 GMT -8
I just lost my whole post which was actually above average so fuck it.
Atares Kreig appeared in orbit and pressed the comms.
Im here to see Nicamadeus.
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