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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 20:24:27 GMT -8
With The Twi'leck Three snug as a bug inside their Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft they bombed onto the hyperspace lane. An earspliting shout rang out over the intercom -Gid- "Hope y'all have your leggings and costs on; we be hitting the snow. Over!" The girls started slight -Alem- "I hate when she used that thing." Her minute blue sister responded -Shakk- "I hate the implications of what she just said." The ship whisked along for a time. The the ship took a sharp turn and both Alem and Shakk went ass over kettle
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 21:54:46 GMT -8
Dropping onto the hyperspace highway Gid said -Gid- "Make." Confused for but a fragment of a second she dropped any attempt at a useless search for the meaning of nothing and piloted the ship. The ship abruptly began to roughly shake. Both Alem and Shakk stood only to be forced back into their seats -Gid- "Seatbelts!" A d the two obeyed her command without a word. Remaining calm Gid have the monitors in front of her a hard fast look before making several adjustments. The friction subsided and they continued to move
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 28, 2021 17:54:29 GMT -8
Leaping into orbit a small ship joined the hyperspace highway shooting off like a bullet. Aboard the vessel Shakk and Alem sat playing cards and gossiping. The latter's Jubba bird Oscar sat nestled in a quiet corner. And at the helm sat Gid. Slipping the bird a smile she made a sudden turn
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 28, 2021 23:34:40 GMT -8
A Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft carrying a thoroughly over-stressed killing machine and an outrageously intelligent slavebot hit the hyperspace highway a burn a streak down the most celebrated intergalactic multi-lane -Gid- "I wish that I was back on Tatoonie at Louie's...." What she really wanted was the booze from Louie's but that was splitting hairs. Suddenly she trembled thinking of what her insane sister and the muscle-bound one would do in her absence. Almost just packing it in and turning around she spoke to herself unconsciously -Gid- <<You have to save her.....>> At a certain point she made the turn
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 4, 2021 10:01:02 GMT -8
Action!!! Hyperspace.... The final frontier. This another voyage of..... Scratch that. Been watching to my of Jim and The gang. Where was I? Right. So, The Hand Maid Tail went tearing down the hyperspace highway like a bat out of Hell.🔥🔥🔥
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 4, 2021 21:16:41 GMT -8
The Hand Maid Tail, a Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft, cruised into hyperspace rocketing along with direction chosen and riding the wave -M-3PO- "That was most enjoyable!" And it was. Gid controlled the ship carefully. Their exit was far closer than - the woman made the sharp turn and jumped
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 7, 2021 16:05:18 GMT -8
Hyperspace.... The final frountier... The are the voyages, well on of them, of the Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft, The Hand Maid Tail.... Whoa!!! That was blatantly plagiarized from another series. Scratch that. Where was I? Ok. What Kirk said just reshape it into something more original. Anyway, with the red Twi'leck manning... do we have term any more blatantly sexist? I mean really, we're evolved way beyond this English... Standard. Ok. Forget it. Now, where were we...? Right! So, already have tore a strip through Dagobah orbit, the Hand Maid Tail, and more importantly the Three humanoids aboard, tore down the hyperspace highway. Ach! Lest we forget.... Shakk looking to her shoulder howled -Shakk- "Oscar!!!" And there he was her Jubba bird companion. So, make that three sentient beings, and our oft neglected heap of highly alcohol dependant mental M-3PO. Now this recklessly assembled gaggle of lunatics went spinning through space for but a short stretch, when looked at relatively, before Gid made a sudden 180 degree turn
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 8, 2021 15:32:48 GMT -8
Into Hyperspace.... And onto the path to another adventure moved Gid, Alem and Shakk.... Hold onto your seats 🔥🔥🔥🔥. And with a abrupt turn Gid sent the ship into tailspin but just before the ship whirled into a complete turn Gid hitting the accelerator sent it flying into
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 14, 2021 15:04:14 GMT -8
ump onto the celebrated Hyperspace Highway -Pilot- "Captain's log...." Taking a pull from the beer in hand -Pilot- "Just jiving; last captain's lot I had was in the washroom." Pondering that thought -Pilot- " Speaking of such we're weighing heavy - release the waste!" And with that his trusted brother in arms, Co-pilot flipped a switch and tones of deteriorating human waste products were released into space. One lone Captain's log broke away from the rest and went off headed for parts unknown.... As the heap of sludge was pulled in the opposite direction the ship shot away
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 15, 2021 4:20:13 GMT -8
Into hyperspace a Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft dropped. And bombing down the hyperspace lane it went. Alem, sitting beside a now snoring Shakk, tried desperately to remain calm.
Moving at a relatively low speed the sh up suddenly sped up, with the pilot spoke declaring -Gid- "Right here!" And at that taking a sharp turn the ship went spiralling into a tailswing. But at the last moment the ship accelerated and
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 16, 2021 19:50:07 GMT -8
Hitting hyperspace the Firespray-31-class interceptor, The Hand Maid Tail, tore off burning a new streak down a well traveled path -Gid- "Not far at all, at least in terms of space travel." Turning her attention back to piloting the vessel she awaited the first -Shakk- "Gid.... I should've used the restroom!" Then but seconds later -Alem- "Me too!" Teaching up to the dash and pulling hatchet from the top - Gid- "See this baby Shakk? Can it or I'll bury this in your head!" Setting the weapon down -Gid- "Hey Alem! Think I was ignoring you?" And the green Twi'leck began to answer -Alem- "Well actuall...." But was cut off -Gid- "One more word and I put a cap on your ass!" Following that mild incident things were quite serene for the remainder of the trip They had not been in the ship that long at all, so it seemed to either Alem or Shakk, before Gid yelled out -Gid- "Hang on!" And took a sudden turn
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 20:39:39 GMT -8
The hyperspace highway.... Path to just about anywhere and everything. Smiling as the top of her tongue slid across upper lip Gid inwardly thanked the Mother Deity of her culture for whoever invented GPS tracker. And whoever installed the sucker in this old beast she rode. Outwardly the woman clung to her control of the ship. And onward they went. Abruptly the red Twi'leck spoke sharply to the ship -Gid- "Auto! Take over!" Then clapping hands spoke -Gid- "Alem plie Shakk! Hlaari circaa!" The girls all sat down facing one another. Then holding hands high and joining them they once again summoned strength from their higher power as one -Gid, Alem, Shakk- "Ryma geeyit'tak allesh!" The ship pa declared - PA System- ::Coruscant exit 35.3445667768 seconds:: With that the girls sprung to action. Shakk and Alem preparing to exit and Gid taking command of the ship
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 4, 2021 13:13:47 GMT -8
Silken Asteroids - Covert Blackguard InstallationThe Sith'ari's Sith Infiltrator, Shadow of the Night, exited hyperspace near the Silken Asteroid field. Piloting the craft towards the field, the ship received an automated update of the asteroid drift charts for the area. Built covertly, with the contractors executed afterwards to ensure its secrecy, a small installation was built into one of the larger asteroids of the field. It served whatever purpose that was required of it. Right now, it held several research labs and two prisoner containment facilities. Piloting through the asteroids and transmitting his personal clearance codes, the Night settled down onto a landing platform. As the platform retracted into the asteroid itself, sealing off the exterior vacuum of space from the rest of the facility, the Sith'ari rose up from his seat and disembarked the craft. Four Sovereign Protectors and an intelligence officer greeted him at the base of the ramp."My lord. A pleasure to see you again. I trust you are here to check up on our progress?"Seven fell into step with the Zabrak as he strode through the halls. Waving a hand dismissively, he replied."I am not. Reviewing our progress on our own Dark Trooper project is not a priority right now...rather I am here to meet with someone..."Reaching into the folds of his cloak, the Zabrak procured a data disk."The ship registration is on here. It will transmit on my personal frequency. Upload a drift chart and grant them permission to land. Then escort them to the viewing platform."Accepting the disk, Seven paused in his tracks and nodded to the Sith'ari."Of course, my lord. I will notify you the moment your...guest arrives."With a small smirk, the Zabrak continued to the central turbo lift that would take him up to the viewing platform, where he would await his incoming guest.
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Post by Xel-Tun Lessh on Dec 4, 2021 14:44:15 GMT -8
Emerging from the miasma of hyperspace in the galactic south, a Dark Jedi Infiltrator appeared. Based off of the similarly appearing Sith Infiltrator, this vessel was further improved upon, resulting in the creation that was now moving towards the asteroid field ahead. Seated at the helm, was Xel-Tun Lessh, a Kaleesh warrior from Kalee. Also a Dark Jedi, in the sense that he favored personal power over all else and believed that discipline and control over one's skills and abilities could lead to greater power. Aside from that, he did his own thing. While still remaining loosely affiliated to the Dark Jedi Order, the Kaleesh warrior sought more. Piloting the Infiltrator into the asteroid field, as instructed, Xel-Tun transmitted his ship's registration on the encrypted frequency he had been supplied. Moments later, an up-to-date asteroid drift chart was uploaded to the navicomputer and he received a ping from the traffic controller and a landing pad designation. As he approached, the Kaleesh donned his helmet. Gripping the controls once more, the warrior landed the craft. Allowing the ship to be pulled into the asteroid itself, Xel-Tun disembarked his ship. Greeted by four black armored soldiers with capes and odd looking two pronged blaster rifles, the armored Kaleesh warrior followed them to the central turbolift. As the lift slowed, the doors parted, revealing a panoramic view of the asteroid field beyond. Standing with his back turned, was a darkly cloaked figure. Most likely his contact. Sith'ari Viox Savage? he asked, his voice emanating from the helmet's external speakers. Normally he wouldn't have thought anything about meeting with the leader of the Blackguard Imperium, but he had claimed to have an offer that Xel-Tun couldn't refuse. Curious, more than anything else, Xel-Tun had decided to come and investigate it. And so far, he didn't sense any danger or ill will towards him. But the empty, gnawing sensation that surrounded the Zabrak was impossible to miss.
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 4, 2021 14:56:10 GMT -8
Silken Asteroids - Blackguard InstallationAs the lift opened behind him, the Zabrak could sense the raw power of the Kaleesh Dark Jedi that was coming to meet with him. If he had wanted to, he could have turned the warrior to the Sith, however, it actually worked out better for him that he was affiliated with the Dark Jedi Order. As the mechanical hued voice called out his name questioningly, the Zabrak turned around to face the armored warrior."Xel-Tun Lessh of Kalee. I wasn't sure if you were actually going to show...which would have been unfortunate for you."The Zabrak motioned over to the holotable that was off to his left. An image of Utapau was already being displayed, as was several blurry images of a Super Tactical Droid."The Imperium's conquest of Utapau was successful, though we faced hordes of Confederacy droids. Since then, I've had my men tracking the source of a subterranean facility that has been siphoning off tremendous amounts of power from the Pau City grid. I'm told that the power demands meet or exceed what one would need to run a manufacturing plant to create battle droids..."The Zabrak made his way towards the table, allowing a moment for the Kaleesh to process the information. Then he continued on."Rather than find and commandeer or destroy this facility, I have found another use for it...which is where you come in..."A small smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth as he trailed off. Surely the Kaleesh warrior saw where this was going...?
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Post by Xel-Tun Lessh on Dec 4, 2021 15:06:17 GMT -8
Sith grandstanding. That was certainly rather tiresome. Though, what did one expect when dealing with a Sith. And the leader of the Blackguard, at that. Moving towards the table, while rolling his eyes beneath his helm, Xel-Tun gazed upon the world of Utapau and the images of the Super Tactical droid. Partially listening to what the Zabrak was saying, the Kaleesh reflected on Utapau's significance to his people's history. Qymaen jai Sheelal had been slain on Utapau by the Jedi near the end of the Clone Wars. Known better as General Grievous, Qymaen jai Sheelal was considered to be a demigod among his people. And he was greatly revered and respected. Why would the Sith have use for him specifically and why on Utapau, of all places? As he pondered the question a moment longer, the Kaleesh turned to face the Zabrak. Why would a Sith, especially one of your caliber, require someone like me? I have no interest in serving the Sith. The Kaleesh posed the question, then made it very clear he wasn't interested in advancing the Sith's goals. He wasn't a pawn to be used then discarded when he no longer served a purpose.
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 4, 2021 15:29:16 GMT -8
The Zabrak's smirk faded as the Kaleesh asked his question and then adamantly stated he was not interested in serving the Sith. This wasn't about serving the Sith. This was about serving him specifically, while he orchestrated and manipulated his grand schemes across the galaxy, setting the stage for his..."retirement", to put it dramatically. The benefits that the Blackguard Imperium would eventually reap from the ground work he was currently laying now was only minorly relevant. It wouldn't be recognized until much later. And by that time, Znalost would be the one to reap the rewards and see the wisdom behind his plans. No, this was more specifically targeted towards the Kaleesh warrior before him. The Sith'ari knew the significance of Utapau to the Kaleesh people. Specifically the importance of General Grievous' defeat at the hands of the Jedi Order and the Galactic Republic of the time. He also knew that Grievous was merely a pawn to Darth Sidious and his ultimate goal of creating the first Galactic Empire. And so, history would repeat itself this day. Xel-Tun Lessh would become his pawn for a much larger goal further down the line. Sighing, the Zabrak brought up the clearest image of the super tactical droid that he currently had at his disposal.
"All reports and evidence that my forces have gathered, indicate that this droid is currently leading and rebuilding the Confederacy droids that still linger on Utapau's surface. Rather than eliminate the opposition, I wish to...encourage the growth of this resilient and resourceful little group..."
Trailing off, the Sith'ari glanced over at the Kaleesh. Either he was pretending to be dense, or he really wasn't seeing the bigger picture. Without waiting for the Dark Jedi to put two and two together, he continued on.
"Glory and honor drive your people. By covertly supporting the growth of another Confederacy movement and placing you as its leader, you will be both honoring the memory of Qymaen jai Sheelal, and avenging his death at the hands of the Jedi. You get to bring honor and glory to your people. And I get an allied fighting force of significant power that isn't directly connected to myself or the Imperium. So long as you steer clear of the Imperium's territory, you will receive whatever you require to help you grow and expand. Troops, ships, soldiers...even raw resources. Consider it an investment on my part. You accept and excel and I reap the benefits. You refuse and I crush the life out of you here and now...I suggest you choose wisely, warrior of Kalee..."
Bribery wasn't working, so he decided to lay it out nice and neat for the Dark Jedi. Do or die. On one hand, it was a lofty position that would give the Kaleesh everything he ever wanted and more. And on the other, he would meet his maker here and now. And, in all honesty, Savage had no issues striking down an member of the Dark Jedi Order...
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Post by Xel-Tun Lessh on Dec 4, 2021 15:47:11 GMT -8
So it was a puppet he wanted? No. That wouldn't do. Not at all. Scowling beneath his helm, the Kaleesh turned to the Zabrak. I am no underling of yours, nor am I a pawn to be manipulated by the likes of you...I would seriously consider rethinking who you are threatening...I have little patience for being threatened. Still glaring at the Zabrak from beneath his helm, Xel-Tun slowly reached for his saber hilt at his waist. If the vaunted "Sith'ari" wanted to threaten him, he'd come to understand just how formidable that the Kaleesh people could be. While the offer itself was certainly desirable and could potentially work in Xel-Tun's favor, he wasn't about to let this Sith walk all over him and threaten him into compliance.
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Post by Viox Savage on Dec 5, 2021 9:17:52 GMT -8
At this point, Viox couldn't help but chuckle at the Dark Jedi's bravado. Poorly placed and ill timed, but still. It proved he wasn't going to just roll over and be subservient without a mind of his own. Which was the point. Submissive underlings were all fine and dandy, for the mundane things. But one that couldn't take the initiative or needed their hand held in order to accomplish their tasks were of absolutely no use to him.
"Tell yourself whatever you must, in order to maintain your pride, Lessh. Slave, servant, puppet, partner...it makes no difference to me. So long as you know your place and remember not to bite the hand that feeds, I do not care what you want to call this arrangement. My offer still stands. You take over Utapau, with my blessing, and recreate the hordes of battle droids that once made the galaxy tremble. Do this and you will never hear from me again..."
The Zabrak locked eyes with the glowing red eyes of the Kaleesh's horned helmet.
"Betray or cross me in any way, shape or form and I will descend upon Kalee with the full might of the Blackguard Imperium and enslave your entire race...so keep that in mind if you think you know better than I. You may think you do, but do you really want to gamble with the fate of your homeworld? Test me and find out."
Savage sneered at the armored warrior as the last words left his lips. Xel-Tun was smart and resourceful. And he was loyal to his people. He wouldn't chance the fate of his entire people and subject them to slavery simply to protect his pride and try to prove his point. Even with the help of the Dark Jedi Order, Kalee couldn't withstand the entirety of the Imperium coming crashing down on them. Xel-Tun knew it and so did the Sith'ari. He would get what he wanted. Willingly or otherwise, that made no difference. Still watching the Kaleesh, he waited to see how the Dark Jedi would respond...
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Post by Xel-Tun Lessh on Dec 5, 2021 9:41:01 GMT -8
And there it was. The other shoe dropped, so to speak. The ultimatum. Do what I want or watch your people suffer. This pissed Xel-Tun off, a great deal. He wanted nothing more than to cut down the Zabrak where he stood, but he knew that wouldn't solve anything. His first mistake was even entertaining the proposition from the start. His second mistake was actually thinking he'd walk away from this proposition as a free man. Like it or not, he was now the Zabrak's puppet. Albeit with significantly more freedoms than most in a similar position, but the punishment for failure was pain and misery for his people. Part of him had to admire the Zabrak's cunning. He'd certainly worked the situation to his favor. Though, rebuilding the Separatist Alliance could still be beneficial for him. In time, if he played this little game with the Sith'ari long enough, he could amass enough of a force to keep his homeworld safe. For now, he would have to accept the Zabrak's offer. But eventually he'd break free of the Sith's manipulations. Begrudgingly, Xel-Tun nodded. His deep, baritone voice emanating from the helm. I underestimated you, Sith. A mistake I intend to rectify in the future... Turning and walking towards the lift, the Kaleesh called out over his shoulder, pausing momentarily while the lift doors parted for him. I will do as you wish. My forces shall head to Utapau as soon as I return to them. Hating himself for being stupid enough to get himself into such a situation, the Kaleesh entered the lift, the last thing he was was the Sith standing by the holotable as the doors slid shut. Within several minutes, Xel-Tun was boarding his Infiltrator and preparing it for departure. As soon as the landing platform was raised to the surface of the atmosphere, the Infiltrator had lifted off and accelerated out of the asteroid field. Once clear, Xel-Tun punched in the coordinates for his fleet and jumped to hyperspace.
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