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Post by Dees on Sept 11, 2018 20:08:25 GMT -8
Dee sighed. Her heart was racing and her hands were shaking. It had been a long time since she had made a jump without any aids, and her body was ready to be sick again.
Kriffing adrenaline. It's just a jump to hyperspace, sheesh.
She got up and stretched, heading back to her cabin so she could take a peek at their new-found goods.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2018 21:46:42 GMT -8
Ferried safely through hyperspace by De'ath, the crew of the Geheim Masjien sleeps and dreams.
Fumnanya dreams of finding and rescuing the girl who was taken from him when he was sixteen, a girl who has now been encased in carbonite for nearly fifty years. The dreams, as always, never end happily. Sometimes the girl is gibbering and mad when she is freed from her prison, at times she crumbles like dust in the wind as she falls from the carbonite slab, and other times she simply dies in his arms once he has freed her.
Sango dreams of sneaking into Dee's room and taking the small box she had taken from beneath her bed. Opening the box in his dreams, Sango looks longingly at the silvery white powder shot through with hints of translucent blue, and then snorts the Xhro greedily. The effect of the Xhro on his dreams is immediate, his waking speculation about the effects of the powder on one from his universe rather than from that from whence it came coloring and shaping what follows; the universe and time seeming to rush away from him so that he observes them from a vast and cold height, but before he can take in anything that can be observed from his lofty vantage point Sango finds himself falling in his dream, swatted down by an unseen hand and sent hurtling down into an infinite darkness that swallows him whole.
Nkosana dreams of a vast red room with dancing female shadows behind veils on all sides. Pushing through a veil, Nkosana finds another veil with a tempting dancing shadow beckoning to him, and he rushes through the veil to find yet another waiting behind it, the dancing shadows luring him further and further into their endless depths.
Vejide dreams of face from her violent past, her vibroaxe dripping with blood and gore as she fights alone against a horde of familiar specters that encircle her. Vejide kills, again and again, all those she has killed only to see them rise again and attack her anew. Smiling in her sleep and in her dream, Vejide stands her ground and feels the drunken, heady rush of battle fever overtake her.
Dikelide dreams of the missing Queen of Zeltros, dreams of her laughter and of her touch, and wakes flushed and tangled in her sheets. Brushing her sweaty red hair off of her forehead, Dikeledi sighs and, knowing she will be unable to sleep further, wakes and dresses. After getting a mug of coffeine from the galley, Dikelide goes to the cockpit, frowning when she finds it empty. Sitting with her legs curled beneath her in the co-pilot's seat, Dikelide checks the navicomputer to see how much longer they have until they reach Nal Hutta, and then sips her coffeine as she watches the swirling blues of hyperspace hurtling by outside of the viewport.
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Post by Dees on Sept 11, 2018 22:28:10 GMT -8
Dee dug through the box crate, handing AVI his armor plating. He set it aside and continued to watch her dig around. She found a vacuum bag of clothes, and she unsealed it, letting it expand to five times the volume. She raised her eyebrows and looked over at AVI. I see something in here I mistakenly grabbed. She turned the bag to show AVI, revealing a scandalous set of red, frilly lingerie. How…why did Master Val have this, and how did it wind up in this bag? AVI moved his shoulders, feigning laughter. He was generally amused by this though. Dee shook her head and started putting the clothes away, now that she finally had a chance to sort through her things. AVI reached into the crate and pulled out a small wooden box. He opened it and let out an amused click. They're still good.
What’s that?
Dee looked over at him, and he showed her the open box. Inside were a handful of blue petals. These are a generation newer than the rose we have here growing.
Oh really? Amused herself, she reached in and touched one, then quickly retracted her hand. Let’s not tell Sango about these. Not yet.
AVI shrugged and hid it under Dee's bed Your call.
She continued to put away her clothes, and AVI began putting away his armor and the weapons. Inside were several other small boxes of things that both of them decided to open at a later time. Sealing away the two boxes, they set them in the corner of the room where AVI's frame took a seat and went into standby mode. Dee left and shut the door behind her. Grabbing a quick drink from the fridge, she lazily walked into the cockpit Oh, hey Dikelide. Dee whispered as she plopped into the pilot’s seat, and pulled out her holopad. Sorry, was putting away my stuff, now that I’m not passed out.
She started to read her book. They were still several hours out. Dee paused and looked over at the redhead. Sorry, you didn’t get much sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 6:29:42 GMT -8
"Yeah, they're still horrible to interact with." Drez paused for a second as he gave Barlie's statement a second thought. "When have you dealt with the Kaminoans anyways? You've been there?" It was strange for someone to have dealt with the Kaminoans, at least in Drez's opinion. Of course, the galaxy was much different from when he 'left' it, yet the Kaminoans were still the same in terms of interaction. Most of the time, they never left Kamino because they regarded themselves as a superior race and didn't have any need to leave. In addition, most people didn't have any business to do on Kamino, unless they requested clones, or were clones themselves. House of D'Ordinii
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Sept 12, 2018 11:34:27 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
The big man laughs, it is surprisingly not nearly as deep as would be expected from someone his size. He more laughed through his nose, than in his belly.
-Barlie
You could say that. I was born there. In a glass tube. Not the best way to start a life, but it is still a life. I will admit though, the snake heads that left the planet to stay with the Clan are a lot more open about most things than the ones that stayed behind. Saw it more as an art than a sterile mold to press flesh into.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2018 20:46:53 GMT -8
"A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one." Drez answered, referring to the fact that Barlie was a clone himself. "I'm no stranger to clones either by the way. I once fought alongside the clone troopers of the former Grand Army of the Republic." Drez added. He didn't want to talk about his past anyways, but he thought it would be an interesting thing to add. "So when are we going to get underway to Kamino?" Drez asked. House of D'Ordinii
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Post by Athen Caydence on Sept 21, 2018 5:13:42 GMT -8
Sector S-14 - Caydence Shipyard Black Site
The Caydence Naval Yard's deep space black site was an undertaking that had - thus far - proven to be a successful experiment in long-term field work. Its eight-year project was in its last leg, finalizing the construction of a planetary defense fleet for the Bothawui system. Just yesterday, the flagship for that fleet - a Nebula-class Star Destroyer that had been given the name "Ardent Resolve" - had launched for its staging point just outside of the home system in Bothan space; leaving its fellow shipmates in their drydock so it could finally be presented to the higher-ups in an attempt to garner support for their cause. Whether or not that would be viewed as a success was yet to be seen. Still, those who worked the shipyards had a job to do; and do it, they would.*
*The shipyard was a small city unto itself, with a centralized area being used to feed and house the civilian workforce and private security firm. There were also recreation areas and gym facilities, since this was the only area with generated artificial gravity. The outlying shipyard spines that shot off in every cardinal direction were all designed so the crews could work in a zero-gravity zone. It was the most efficient means of production for the massive vessels they were building. Seeing as the crews that had been working for these long years were now seasoned veterans in zero-grav construction, it stood to reason that they would find themselves incredibly happy once this project was finished, and they could finally have solid ground beneath their feet for a while. They had, of course, been rotating the crews out to head back home from time to time. But the project itself - while volunteer - was a clandestine one, and thus, those who had signed on could only be home for a short stint of time before having to ship out again, making certain not to reveal too much about the work they were doing.*
*With the flagship now complete, and the majority of the fleet being constructed, the crews were now free to concentrate on finalizing the remaining vessels. The automated section of the shipyard was continually fabricating and assembling most of the fighter compliments for the larger capital vessels and the Corona-class frigates. The Bothawui fleet would be using New Republic tech, and so, most of its fighters were of Incom and FreiTek design. Everything from A-wings to Y-wings were being produced, with most of the "alphabet" in between. The fighter wings were being folded into the flagship vessel, as well as the fleet carrier (Endurance-class) and the basic fighter compliments for the Majestic- and Corona-class heavy cruisers. The six Belarus-class medium cruisers were all but completed, with only two of the remaining ships needing to be outfitted and put through their paces. With any luck, the remainder of the fleet would be ready by the end of the month.*
*Athen had placed operation of this black site in the hands of his eldest son, Vance, and his mechanically-inclined daughter, Joanna. His second-eldest, Hunter, was in charge of supplying the site and got his direction from Athen's younger brother Caide - CNY's procurement specialist. This close-knit family operated much like a military unit when it came to running shipyards; each individual understood their role, and strove to fulfill that role with grit and determination. Vance was an excellent engineer, and Joanna was hardly afraid of getting her hands dirty. She often came back in from the day's work looking more filthy than most of the veteran hands, and her work showed why. The Caydence kids were certainly a credit to their name. Vance was currently off-site delivering the "Ardent Resolve" to his father, so that left Joanna in control of the shipyards. She was in the central complex, going over the current cycle's task-list, sipping her second cup of caf while she sat in the common areas of the main office next to a viewport overlooking the "northern" spine. Her datapad flashed vibrantly as she sped through several reports, authorizing the day's projects and putting forth inquiries to some of the less-developed reports, asking for clarification. The "day shift" was about to begin its next rotation, and soon, they would be back on task to complete this fleet.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Sept 23, 2018 13:36:11 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
Barlie gave the armored figure another long look. If that was true, he was much older than the trader-captain had assumed. But in this wild galaxy, nothing was impossible, merely improbable.
-Barlie
Just as soon as I get the first payment.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Oct 2, 2018 2:04:40 GMT -8
Cloak of the Sith
It was an ominous name for a equally confounding region of space. The expanse between Ryloth and Roon was littered with cosmic dust and debris, and only two known routes led wayfarers safely from one to the other. The Gloryseeker lay dormant somewhere that fell on neither route. Captain Berkan refused to take chances when it came to stealth, and once his mind was made up there was no changing it.
The rest of the crew sat in relative silence as he routinely scanned and checked the comms for any sign of activity. Any number of seconds could cost them dearly. Sa'vree, a Rutian Twi'lek and long time companion to Berkan stood nearest the helm, arms folded patiently.
"They are late, Captain," she observed with a wry smile. "Could it be that the Intel they sent to our benefactors was faulty?"
"Would have intercepted at least a few more times," he grumbled, "near as I can tell, this is the only hard and fast scheduled transport on or off the planet for some time. I slid a few credits to a friend to do some more digging, just to make sure."
"Lot of trouble to go to for one load," she cautioned. "You sure the take is really all that?"
"Roonstones, Sah," he glanced over his shoulder at her. "One of them is worth a small system, to the right folks. This Hutt is parting with enough that you and me won't need to work anymore, provided we pull it off."
"You forgetting something?" one of the dustier, gruff looking men in the hold peered up at the captain, and Berkan shifted uncomfortably. "You've got a few extra mouths to feed, cap," the man continued. "It'd do you good to remember that."
They were a ragtag bunch of misfits, ranging from human to Duros and more. All of them seemed cranky, bored, or some combination thereof. "Of course I won't forget any of you," the Captain grinned. "Plenty to go around. We couldn't pull this off without the muscle, after all."
Further toward the back of the hold, the less sociable group rested their eyes and waited for the time to come...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2018 12:55:09 GMT -8
Drez nodded in approval, and proceeded to press one if the buttons on his wrist, which gave commands to the few commando droids on his shuttle to bring the crates. He then turned to Barlie. "The droids will bring the payment write now." He reassured. Mere moments later, 3 reprogrammed BX commando droids entered the vicinity, each one holding a large, heavy crate. Drez signalled them to place them down right beside him. He then gently kicked off the lids of the crates, revealing each one to be full of novacrystals. "Will that be enough as a down-payment?" Drez asked with a wide grin. House of D'Ordinii |
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Oct 5, 2018 7:24:22 GMT -8
==We Come in Pieces RP==
<<107 PP, S15 Sector, Deep Space near Molavar>>
The grin that followed the opening of the crates was nearly enough to split the man's head in two.
-Barlie
Aye, that will be enough. Lets get this show on the road.
Roughly half an hour later, the massive ship had jumped out of the region, taking the shuttle & its crew with it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2018 11:39:27 GMT -8
Drez stood at a window and watched the blurring stars as they were in hyperspace. Since Geonosis wasn't too far away from Kamino, he expected to be there in a short period of time. He did have a question on his mind though. Where would the ship operate, and if the ship would require any help from the clones to unload any equipment or food. He turned to Barlie. "So does this ship operate in a planet's orbit or the atmosphere? And do yo need any help in unloading anything?" He asked Barlie. If it was going to operate in Kamino's orbit, surely there would have to be arrangements made to offer the food production ship protection. House of D'Ordinii |
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Post by Kian Ti on Dec 6, 2018 4:25:02 GMT -8
Taking the route between Dressel and Rodia, the CR90 corvette and the 3 MB-C1 medium transports, filled with consumables, barely realized that they were about to stumble into a pre-set trap by the pirates of the Ti Syndicate.
Lok Sertono, somewhat bored regarding the estimated arrival of the small convoi, leant back in his partially comfortable chair aboard the bridge of the Ohnaka, his personal Interceptor-Frigate IV-frigate. It was regular routine for the older Weequay to wait upon their prey for several hours within a minor system just in order to put the entire fleet into a situation, where a jump to hyperdrive is hardly an option for the defender. Since they had no type of interdictor-vessel like the First Order utilized them, the pirates had to do it the old way - gather informations, check the flight plan, wait for the victim,engage when it appeared on the screen. With no orbital defences around this small, little backwater system and the knowledge of the transport fleet always arriving at this location in order to sell a portion of the freight towards the local colonists, made it an even better raiding target.
No, Sertono didn't doubt within the success of the operation at all.
All he hoped for was that their informations regarding the convoi were right.
Then, after roughly ten minutes, one of the crew officers on board of the frigate informed the captain of the convoi's arrival.
"The prey has arrived, captain", the pirate spoke, while Sertono watched on the screen how the four ships appeared in far distance, "Shall we leave our cover?"
With the 4 pirate Interceptors being shielded by an asteroid field they had a first some small cover, but Lok knew that the sensors of the enemy ships would detect them within the next minutes, if they weren't complete idiots. And given that he never underestimated his enemy, he knew that he couldn't hope for this to happen.
"We engage now!", he ordered cold, "Weapon systems ready, keep the corvette busy! And inform the Quasar-crew! I need them to be here within the next minutes!"
Without hesitating, the Interceptor frigates opened fire upon the Corellian corvette when the accompanied bulk freighters already tried to move around the attacking vessels, firing their lasers from a fair distance. Nothing unusual for the Weequay, as convois tended to do this: Keep the main part of the attacking fleet with your escort ships busy while allowing your transports to escape. Standard routine.
Sertono smiled somewhat pleased, as he saw the MB-C1's slowly distancing themselves from the main fight.
Good.
That made it easier by a lot for the Quasar fire-bulk cruiser, who appeared within this very moment in front of the escaping ships. The trap, for which the pirate had stationed the other ship within another system has finally snapped.
The MB-C1's immidiately returned fire with concussion missiles upon the large, bulky carrier in front of them, when the first Y-Wings and Rogue-fighters were launched. Wheras the CR90 crew had probably assumed that they were dealing with mere pirates, Sertono was about to prove them wrong within the next seconds, as 24 Rogue-class star fighters and 24 BTL-A4 Y-Wings were emerging from it in order to head for the four ships. The corvette was taken by surprise immidiately as the first ion cannon shots from the Y-Wings disabled their shields and allowed thus the Rogue fighters to target the corvette's blind spot on its engine side. Although it costed the pirates a few fighters and bombers, it resulted in the corvette's lockdown.
Meanwhile the MB-C1's were stopped in similiar ways, as the first Rogue star-fighters docked themselves on sides of the freighters, once the shields were disabled. Having explicitly chosen the new MagnaGuard-droids to do the task, Sertonno assumed that the few crew members on board of these vessels wouldn't show too much resistance - in the aftermath he was glad to hear that all three freighters were captured by the new droids. Once they had destroyed the CR90-corvette, the Ti Syndicate left the system with the stolen ships as swiftly as possible.
A small but fine raid after all.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Jan 7, 2019 16:58:35 GMT -8
The Scorekeeper's Grace exited from hyperspace at the coordinates that the Barabel had sent, which was a Haven-Class medical Station.Gilder piloted the ship into the hanger, where Tarnac, Gilder and Reggie exited the ship."We better find Sssariss, and learn about thisss hunt."With that said Tarnac and his companions headed off in the general direction of the control center, following the scent of a Erpon and that of others. It would be to long before they arrived and meet the other who were going to partake in the hunt. |
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Henoc Awaud
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Feb 5, 2019 18:43:22 GMT -8
Haven-Class Medical Station: Heilari - Control Center.
Henoc walked into the Control Center and saw the Barabel from the shift standing in the room with Orrick. Henoc could hear the sound of someone walking through the corridor. Henoc paused for a moment and looked behind him and saw three Trandoshans walking towards the control center. They looked like capable hunters which would be a big help in hunting down their target. Henoc continued to walk into the control center and stepped off to the side allowing the Lizardmen to enter the room. He heard the barabel call on of the lizardmen Klussk, which he assumed was the one leading the others.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2019 18:55:26 GMT -8
Haven-Class Medical Station: Heilari - Control Center.
Tarnac, Gilder and Reggie made their way to the control center, Tarnac saw what he believed to be a Mandalorian. Tarnac breathed in the stale air and snorted it back out, he could pick up the scents of two male humans and a Barabel, which he quickly recognized as Erpon. Upon entering the control center Erpon spoke to Tarnac, which Tarnac responded all the while watching the human male that was in front of him and the others.
Sssariss, the Sscorekeeper hass been mossst kind. I have earned many Jagannath pointsss. How fairss your own hunt?"
Tarnac, Gilder and Reggie continued to move inward towards Erpon and the horned mandalorian. Tarnac continued to eye up the other mandalorian that had entered the control center before the three of them.
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Post by Erpon Saris on Feb 5, 2019 19:17:25 GMT -8
Haven-Class Medical Station: Heilari - Control Center.
Watching the three Trandoshans enter the room after the second Mandalorian arrived, Saris inclined his head at Klussk's question.
"Slow, but steady."
Motioning to the Mandalorians present, Erpon introduced them all.
"Klussk Clan, meet Awaud Clan. Orrick and Henoc. Mandalorians from Vlemeth Port. Tarnac is the leader of his Clan, much like you, Orrick. Worthy hunter. Smart and tough. Perfect for our prey."
Still not entirely on board with this plan, Erpon knew that he needed to help capture their target, then slip away from the Mandalorians with the prey in tow. Klussk already knew that Erpon has something planned. Unfortunately he must have told his crew, as they seemed more on edge than usual, eyeing up the Mandalorians. Orrick hadn't moved aside from acknowledging the newcomers with a nod. Henoc, however, was leaning lazily against the far bulkhead. Neither Mandalorian seemed to suspect anything, which was going to make this that much easier to pull off.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2019 9:48:07 GMT -8
Haven-Class Medical Station: Heilari - Control Center.
Tarnac listened as Erpon introduced him and his clan to the Mandalorians, he had heard about the Mandalorian clan Awaud before. Although he was lead to believe that most of them were wiped out years ago. It appears this was just a rumor and Tarnac was glad for that as these two smelled like they had seen battle and have hunted worthy prey.
"It's good to meet you both. Now what pray tell isss thiss prey we hunt?"
Glider and Reggie stayed by the door as Tarnac moved further into the room, waiting for someone to tell him about this hunt.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Mar 2, 2019 18:16:46 GMT -8
Orrick inclined his head at the introduction of the Trandoshan group. And finally, the question was dropped. What was their 'prey'? Plucking a holo from his belt, Orrick thumbed the activation switch. An image of a tattooed Zabrak appeared, wielding a double-bladed lightsaber. Reluctantly, he answered the Trandoshan.
The Butcher of Jabiim. Viox Savage, Sith Lord and formerly a High Admiral within the First Order.
The original idea to capture said individual had been given to him by Sigea Valorous on Roon, though that had been months ago now. But still, he completed a contact when he accepted it. Though this was probably the most dangerous contact yet.
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Post by Henoc Awaud on Mar 3, 2019 7:34:10 GMT -8
Henoc watched the Trandoshan as he spoke and listened to his brother as he told them of their target. He again wondered if his brother had any plan on luring out the Sith Lord, or if he even had a plan to capture the sith. Taking a Sith in dead was one thing but alive was another. Henoc had to admit to himself that their chances had gotten a little bit better with the help of the Trandoshans, but not by much.
I assume you have a plan to lure him out and take him down. I also hope that you have some extra set of hands to help with this, cause I don't want to be negative or question the skills of anyone in this room but we will need more than just the six of us.
After saying what needed to be said, Henoc moved from his spot and stepped in closer to the others.
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