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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 28, 2013 4:13:54 GMT -8
The Nuba City Spaceport was a spaceport situated to the west of Nubia's capital, Nuba City. It was a full-service spaceport, including repair and refueling facilities. The Nuba City monorail had a station there, providing transport into the city.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on May 28, 2013 4:50:42 GMT -8
From the countryside is a near stead line of repulsor-trucks, Hauling many items, from various areas around the city, bringing in ores, metals, minerals, fruits, grains and vegetables as well as certain types of plants and roots for the medical companies, most stop in the Spaceport for offloading and export to the various core systems and deep core systems, the others are for distribution around the cities via shuttle transport or rail service.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Jun 3, 2013 18:16:48 GMT -8
Cargo-monorails and passenger monorails move in and out of the spaceport, some head for the mining towns and farms, others head towards the cities for excitement in the bars and gambling parlors, the factories and even the medical companies.
Freighter/Transport terminals are full as usual, with flights between both cities and offworld, in and out.
Repair facilities and fueling stations run almost non-stop.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Jun 7, 2013 11:11:46 GMT -8
The Super Transport VII “Gigantic” sat docked at one end of the landing area, Lieutenant-Colonel Yannick Weber, dressed in his Twin Suns Transport Service's dark grey flight suit is watching the loading of his bulky beast. His crew dressed in high-vis orange move about and around the ship, helping with the re-fueling, minor repairs and consumables plus a host of other various duties underway before lift off.
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Post by Nemo on Mar 18, 2014 16:37:44 GMT -8
The Zephyr touched down at the spaceport, on quite a sizeable landing pad. The ship was a little over one hundred and twenty metres and occupied much of the available space in her part of the hanger. On board Jedi Master Nemo made his last minute preparations as he did whenever he landed on a new world. His shield was strapped to his back, as always, and his lightsabre was clipped to his belt. He also carried a simple datapad and a few Republic credit chips.
He descended the boarding ramp and began to walk towards the nearest information terminal. He was hungry for the latest news on the planet and where he might have to go. The information was not good, thousands protesting a great injustice, he must find out more. His first stop would be those currently in power on the planet so he asked a nearby citizen where the nearest government building was. He received a very grumpy and unhappy response, that citizen clearly didn't think much of the government.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2014 22:29:20 GMT -8
The Tinnie descended down into one of the hangars in the Nuba City Spaceport, extending the landing struts moments before the Yacht touched down and the rear ramp descended, before Krokh made his way down to the floor of the hangar bay and waited for Krae to join him
=Krokh DuhnDe=
So, wanna grab a bite to eat first?
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 19, 2014 1:51:03 GMT -8
"Mate, after all the running around we've been doing, I could eat this place out of business." Krae answered, strolling out of the Tinnie. The stocky little devaronian brought with him his concealed lightsaber, pair of daggers, and an appetite for chaos... and anything deep fried. Krae stopped for a moment before a toothy grin emerged on his acid scared face. "Wow. Feel that? I'm getting some nasty vibes here." he mentioned, as he hailed a transport shuttle for the city centre.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2014 0:02:01 GMT -8
Krokh chuckled, quite certain that Krae was not exaggerating. He then followed him over to the shuttle, getting the same strange vibes that Krae was getting. There was some unrest here, what it was over exactly, would no doubt become apparent when they got into the city center. Krokh got into the shuttle and nodded
=Krokh DuhnDe=
It feels like a party, mate... Maybe they are expecting us...
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Post by Arn Hart on Mar 21, 2014 1:57:04 GMT -8
The shuttle containing Krae and Krokh departed the spaceport, bound for the city.
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As the Sith left, an unmarked ship belonging to the S.T.A.R.S. Team Alpha came in to land. The ship touched down on its designated platform, and the main door slid open. "This is it! Welcome to Nuba City Spaceport, gentlemen." the pilot exclaimed to his passengers as he stepped out of the ship's cockpit, and joined them in the main corridor. "All right! Time for some action." Gravicus burst out. "Not without knowing what we're getting ourselves into first." Arn interrupted. "What's the story here?" he asked the pilot.
"I'm still waiting on conformation of details, Sir, but by the looks of all the people I saw lining the streets in the city as we flew over, I wouldn't be surprised if it has something to do with that." the pilot explained. "Hurry up and wait..." Arn mumbled to himself, cautiously stepping off the ship. "Aww, man. I was all ready to start busting some skulls." Grav whined. "Why don't you do some push-ups and mind my bag while I scout around?" Arn suggested. "Hey, good idea, bro... 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."
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Post by Arn Hart on Apr 11, 2014 4:19:27 GMT -8
"…62… 63…64…" Grav groaned, before being interrupted. "Excuse me, Sir." the pilot called out."Your orders have just come through." he said, but before he could continue, Arn re-entered the ship from his scout around. "We're to assist the local authorities in preventing, or more likely quelling, any violence that may come of the demonstrations in the city centre, with the added bonus of eliminating any agents of the Empire that might be plotting to kick this hornet's nest to weaken the Republic's control on this planet and further disrupt operations here... Am I right?" Arn questioned. "Er, yeah. That's about it, Sir. Protect civilians. Lethal force if necessary. The usual stuff, I guess." the pilot replied. "Yeah... I guess." Arn responded, stepping over to his bag, and picking it up off the floor. "Let's get to it then, shall we?" he spoke to Gravicus as he walked back out of the ship. "You got it, Bro." Grav said, following close behind. The pair then boarded the monorail carriage as it set out for the city.
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Post by "The Acklay" on May 28, 2014 21:26:50 GMT -8
The ship floated out of the hanger bay with it's tri-wings unfolding with a piercing whine. Years of neglect had finally begun to take its toll. The light from the sun that illuminated the planet shone through his canopy and hit his eyes causing the pupils to constrict. The Acklay loathed space travel. It was very boring, especially these landings. It was so bad because he got very lonesome in his ship. While it is designed to be flown by at least two people the Yautja learned how to pilot the ship by himself.
Landing on the Nubian Spaceport was a new experience. He had never been to Nubia, the planet was nothing extraordinary. Another colonized city planet, the core worlds all looked the same to him. The Acklay had not city hunted in a long time; on Aldera if he remembered correctly. The Acklay knew he would probably not get to hunt on this planet though; Atuna would make sure of that. His old master had him here for a reason and he didn't appreciate side ventures for a quick hunt.
The whine of the tri-wings signified that he had landed. He turned off the ship's engine and took one last deep breath of the oxygen rich air before donning his bio-mask once again. The axle of the entry ramp groaned to signify the return to a more human orientated atmosphere.
It smelled of blood. The air from the city that wafted through his bio-mask smelled of blood and smoke and fire and hate. The Acklay put two fingers to the side of his mask activating the communicator inside.
"Atuna, something isn't right here. I feel something may have gone wrong in the capital. I can't explain it but... it doesn't feel right. When are you due for arrival at the spaceport?"
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Post by Atuna Davinari Lemep on May 29, 2014 19:27:14 GMT -8
Atuna entered into the hangar from the entrance to the city, as though he had been there the whole time. On his right side stood a man in pristine red armor, with a darkened visor across his sharp, pointed helmet and a rifle with an 18" barrel slung across his back. Head to toe, the man was armed with weapons, concealed or otherwise, as well as a small amount of ordanance. He seemed to already be in conversation with Atuna.
"You understand what you need to do, Aidan?" Atuna asked him.
"Of course, sir," Aidan replied with a salute. "It's nothing I haven't done before."
"I'm aware of that. You know I always worry about you guys, though..."
"Atuna, please. We're not children."
"You were when I found the nine of you. Forgive me if I care a little about your safety."
"Sir, the others are waiting for me..."
"Be off with you, then." Atuna waved his hand in dismissal, and Aidan nodded before turning on his heel and walking back toward the city. As he did, Atuna moved to the hunter's proximity and smiled. "I'm here now, my friend. Shall we depart? We have a train to catch, and someone close to me is waiting at the station for me."
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Post by Darth Belial on Jun 30, 2014 16:55:52 GMT -8
The furtive approach of the cloaked vessel had thankfully gone unnoticed, as they stalked through the chaotic skies of Nuba City. The sleek and predatory shuttle glided upon the lowest possible trajectory the craft could manage, before the forces of gravity had taken it's hold. Such a risky thrust into the heart of the spaceport would increase the chances of their detection, yet the payoff of having those smuggled within the transports compartments being closer to their goal than any other avenue, was worth the low flying maneuver. It was not long after their stealthy infiltration of the atmosphere, that the craft had reached it's destination. Situated upon the outskirts of the spaceport, whose staff was more concerned with the riots within the city to care about the brief moment a cloaked vessel had appeared upon their detection grids, that those whom were ferried onto the world departed their craft and set about hunting for their prey.
Once the team of death commandos had disembarked, the craft once again adorned her invisible raiment and set off into the horizon, waiting for the call to return to the heart of civilization upon this rebellious world.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Dec 27, 2016 13:32:40 GMT -8
Nubia Star Drives
With the Tarmac cleared, the Broadside Cruiser ”Violated” rushed in overhead and swallowed the area whole in her sheer size, dozens of thrusters fired as the ship neared touch down, repulsors kicked in, landing struts unfolded and stretched out, gently touching the surface of Nubia.
Warning klaxons rang out and yellow warning lights flashed as a massive gangway ramp lowered down and spilled a compliment of twelve-hundred crimson clad OE StormTroopers out, moving to secure the area and create checkpoints with a defensive perimeter near the warehouse of supplies and the ship.
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