Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 24, 2018 18:45:09 GMT -8
*Ellie bit her lower lip hesitantly, she had forgotten about vacuum seals. Her suit defiantly wasn't designed for that, not with how much damage it had received recently.* "I think I'm just going to have to opt for the suit for now." *With a little help from Erik, she got the suit on over her armor and her helmet in snug. She took the srim form Ami and gave her thumbs up. With any luck she wouldn't need to use it and this mission would be done and over quick enough, one way or another.*
*There was a quick rush of air followed by silence as the atmo drained from the ship. The mag locks on Ellie's boots activated and locking her to the floor. Her breathing was the loudest thing around her now. She was surrounded by people, but alone in her own little concealed world. Closing her eyes, she sank some into force in an effort to stave of the cold that would soon be seeping into her suit.*
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on May 25, 2018 10:04:51 GMT -8
Amy closed her eyes and leaned against the bulkhead, biding her time and relaxing herself, then she felt her skin prickle again and she looked around, until her eyes settled on Ellie Ordo. Lately she'd been getting this feeling pretty often whenever she was around the woman. She didn't understand what it meant, but she decided not to question her about it for now. Besides, their datapads were all lighting up. Taking hers out and examining it, she knew what it meant. “We've got company. Light cruiser, looks like, and complements of escorts.”
She turned to Fel and said, “Go time.”
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Evikay Lambri
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Post by Evikay Lambri on May 25, 2018 19:43:58 GMT -8
Truth be told -- it wasn't MUCH of a complement of escorts.
The girl was right. It was absolutely a light cruiser -- The FO 'Portland.' What had been known at one time as the Arquitens-class, had been rebranded the Imperial Light Cruiser, or occasionally, depending on which 'verse historian you were reading at the time, the Arquitens Class Command Cruiser. In any case, she was small, for a dagger-shaped SD derivative (325m) and slow, too, compared to an ImpStar. She was equipped with four quad laser cannon, and two dual turbolaser batteries. She could also carry two TIE-IN Interceptors on exterior racks, in addition to the Sentinel-class boarding / landing craft currently docked between her fore prongs. The TIE-IN fighters, in this case, were currently flying in close-aboard formation with the parent vessel.
At T minus 10,000m, and slightly astern, flew a Gozanti-class Imperial freighter, which flew unnamed, though she bore the registration numbers 6969-069 on her flanks, which her crew thought spoke volumes, and counted as name enough. The Gozanti's compliment of three TIE-fighters were racked on her underside, and the ship sported two laser cannon. Underpowered, for certain.
Flying a further 30,000m dead-astern of the 'Portland,' The Imperial Customs Corvette Ravana and her six dual turbolasers followed, like a lost puppy.
Together, this motley assortment of odd ships boasted a full compliment of 143 officers and enlisted crew (52 aboard the Ravana, 70 aboard the Portland, 21 aboard the Oh Sixty-Nine) 75 Stormtroopers (50 aboard the Portland, 25 aboard the Ravana) and a dozen battle-tested space-superiority fighter pilots, vying for five seats. The TIE fighters were not the newest, cleanest, or best-maintained in the fleet (far from it, what with a lack of service bays.)
Two hundred twenty to... eight? Sounds fair to me.
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Ty Loms
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Post by Ty Loms on May 25, 2018 20:11:17 GMT -8
Ty sat back and waited as everyone prepped themselves for what was to come. When he lead ops like this he usually liked to lighten the mood somehow but that was usually with people trained for this sort of thing and they would never show that they were afraid, but Ty always knew they were because he knew all the people who served under him well. They were brave, courageous men and women who faced danger right along side him and bravery and courage required fear. He didn't want to make assumptions about his current companions but he hoped they had fear somewhere in them over what they were about to do, it's hard to trust someone who's never afraid of anything. Ty certainly was, if the First Order got to him and he was captured he'd be a gold mine of information and he couldn't let that happen. "Fel." He said pointedly at the captain. He activated his mag boots and closed the gap between him and Fel. "If this goes south and they get the better of us, you don't let them take me alright? You put me down. I'll do the same for you if you ask it." He spoke low, hopefully low enough that no one else would hear it. And hopefully it didn't come across as cowardice because he didn't see it that way, he had people to protect and the First Order would love to get their hands on most of them, to kill...or worse.
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Ellie Ordo
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Post by Ellie Ordo on May 26, 2018 17:51:41 GMT -8
*Ellie hummed quietly to herself as she focused her mind. Then she felt it, a small tug in the force from somewhere very close. She stopped humming and opened her eyes, turning in the direction of the feeling. Her eyes caught Ami's as the woman stared at her. Ellie paused and silently questioned the sudden feeling and how it came from Ami. Then things started to click. This was the second time this happened with this woman, that was no coincidence. There was no time to wonder about it as said woman called out what everyone's datapads echoed. Or was show time.*
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Damron Blue
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Post by Damron Blue on May 29, 2018 7:20:59 GMT -8
*Damron was more than ready now that the adrenaline was kicking in. As Damron reviewed his own datapads information, he laughed to himself. These ships where likely older than most of this crew combined. And if he knew the First Order, than they would not have bothered updating the security of any of these outdated ships. Now he began running through old Imperial codes, wanting to be sure he could crack those doors in the 15 seconds he'd promised.*
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 4, 2018 20:11:33 GMT -8
Two ships moved through hyperspace
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jun 4, 2018 20:41:38 GMT -8
A small fleet of ships moving through space suddenly followed the hyperspace lane entering Juvex space
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Evikay Lambri
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Post by Evikay Lambri on Jun 8, 2018 17:27:37 GMT -8
...Approaching the Blasphemy's position, Arquitens-class light cruiser 'Portland'
Second platoon, a salty, ready bunch of second gen Stormies with slogans like 'kill 'em all,' 'Snokes Blokes' and '99 problems but an e-web ain't one' scrawled on their dirty, scarred armour, locked and loaded, and filed onto the carrier 'Nowhere Fast' and locked in, by squad, into their flight racks. Sgt. Jorgensen approached the flight deck, giving the pilot the five-by-five. Clearances were passed from the Portland, and without much fuss, the 'Nowhere Fast' loosed itself from the carrier, and dropped a hundred meters, turning to face the slowly-spinning CR-70. Jorgensen excused himself without a word, and returned to see his troops, many he'd known five years or better, checking and re-checking their gear. Approaching the three flame units, one per squad, he issued simple instructions. You find anything over there, you hose it, clear? Ain't nothin' we need on that ship. He walked past his two heavy gunners, both slinging their kits in favour of light weapons, until the need arose. There was no need to praise them for their savvy thinking... nobody wanted to get vented out. Back to the flight deck, he watched the speck on the horizon begin to get bigger. Time, Sykes? The pilot wasted no breath, nor time in replying simply that ETA was six minutes, including retro-rocket attitude adjustment to bring them into rotation with the larger vessel. Jorgensen nodded. What do you make of her? This, Sykes took a little more time contemplating, before replying.
She's a non-standard configuration, Sarge. I can tell ya that much. No telling what kind of bastardization they've done, nor what kind of chop shop they got her from. Walk careful in there. She's clean though. No life signs aboard, and five lifeboats launched recently. There's reactor trouble, so keep your lids. Contact me once you reach engineering, I might be able to walk you through it, once you have a visual. And get to the bridge and kill the rotation when you can. It's going to be a bitch keeping soft seal with it pitching like that. Jorgensen nods, donning his helmet, which reads 'FAH-Q' across the muzzle. Checking his sidearm, he readies his rifle, dropping it on its sling. He glances over his shoulder, noting the position of his quad leaders, all signalling lockdown and ready to rock. Piece of cake. In and out in fifteen. You just keep us where we need to be, I'll handle the rest. Clapping the flyer on the shoulder, he turns and walks through the twin lines of his men toward the nose hatch, as the cabin is bathed in red light. Gear up! Get hot! Two minutes. Squad one, Deck one. Squad two, Deck two. Squad three, on me.
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 9, 2018 22:37:16 GMT -8
Two Wayfarer-class medium transports enter hyperspace. One ship heads Eastbound... if there even is an eastbound out here in nothing
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Twi'leck Triplet Dubh
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Jun 9, 2018 22:42:00 GMT -8
The second Wayfarer, restrained by the terrible writing ,shamelessly apparent in the pervious post, takes the high road turning opposite and entering the hyperspace lane, moving far far away from Juvex, horrific use of the English language, vulgarity and poor hygiene. Adventure awaits....
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jun 12, 2018 1:32:38 GMT -8
The exodus into hyperspace was near enough to overflow infinity.... And then it was done....
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 0:41:43 GMT -8
& across the hyperspace lane a Wayfarer moves
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 22, 2018 0:43:26 GMT -8
A ship sizzles down the hyperspace lane
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jul 3, 2018 2:33:07 GMT -8
A blink of the eye, or mechanical glitch in the observation hardware all adds up to the same; a Wayfarer sears by in a flash and is missed
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Post by Kingpin the Hutt on Jul 12, 2018 22:09:36 GMT -8
A TL-1200 transport unceremoniously enters hyperspace
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 2:37:23 GMT -8
A YT-1300 Corellian light freighter rolled onto the hyperspace tearing a strip down the lane. Ciarán & Laoch both clung fiercely to their seats, faces tight and hair (for some inexplicable reason) blown back from the force.... The voyage was on
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 17, 2018 20:19:04 GMT -8
Entering hyperspace The Utopic Vulture ripped off leaving all behind them with total disregard for anything but way lie ahead. Onboard the ship was so quiet and still as stone one could have heard a pin drop but inwardly all were bursting with anticipation as they awaited the unknown. Boland was unsure of where to go first so he simple went with his heart
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 18, 2018 20:23:31 GMT -8
Yet another mind bending exercise in futility completed the gang we might call The rebels Without a Clue dropped out of hyperspace into Juvex orbit
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 21, 2018 23:46:36 GMT -8
On the road again our pack of wild misfits ship passed effortlessly into hyperspace. Boland struggled and swore a blue streak at the ship. A lot had happened and indeed was happening. Fast. First this. Then that. It was a roller-coaster. Her getting inked must have seemed like another nail in the IF coffin. A spur of the moment fatalist attempt at nostalgia. Nodding up at the men the woman spoke
-Morrígu-
“Let me clarify some things.”
Maureen looked at the woman intensely, as the dog lie at her feet, head resting on his paws.
-Morrígu-
“Let’s not have any of you believe that we are dumping the name Iron Fists….”
To this the child smiled; she thought that the Old man shot the moon
-Morrígu-
“We are the IF….”
Face flat
-Morrígu-
“And we will defend the honor of that name to the death.”
Chin shifting to the left
-Morrígu-
“But as it stands we are an lucht siúil – the walking people.”
Nodding upwards
-Morrígu-
“Wanderers.”
Feeling the myriad of questions as to where her accented understanding of many a thing arose she responded
-Morrígu-
“No An Tiarna did not possess me, nor I him.”
Right hand rising with index finger pointing in an eerily familiar way
-Morrígu-
“But… but he was able to circulate a great deal to me without saying a word.”
She stopped lighting a cigarette. Her eyes were drawn to Maureen's new IF tatt. A scar she'd bear her whole life. Morrígu looked away only to shoot her gaze back again. As Morrígu struggled with the moral dilemma all of this posed Maureen ran merrily over to Boland who asked
-Boland-
“Yes dear….”
Near exploding with excitement she exclaimed
-Maureen-
Morrígu got a tattoo!!!”
Boland, concentrating on the hazardous route in front of them all that he was steering through responded in a bored tone
-Boland-
“Right dear….”
The little girl went on enthusiastically
-Maureen-
“And Laoch had to hold her arm while Ciarán did it!!!”
Boland mumbled something incoherent
-Maureen-
“The IF symbol!”
Too which Boland managed
-Boland-
“You don't say....”
The girl went on in a frenzy
-Maureen-
“So I got one!!!”
Boland spit coffee all over the dash but responded calmly
-Boland-
"That is a wonderful sweetheart."
Hands spreading out benevolently he said gleefully
-Boland-
"Now I will murder them."
The ship jumped off course as Boland left the controls and turned to the child. Looking at the needlework on the extended arm he leaped from the pilots seat. Maureen crept slowly behind him.
Boland stormed back to confront Ciarán and Laoch. Morrígu sat close. He subconsciously calculated the distance between her and the two he was set to fight with. She was far enough away he thought. Standing over he looked down menacingly and howled
-Boland-
“WTF is wrong with you people?"
Head shaking as his face contorted and turned several shades of red
-Boland-
"I mean tattoo a seven year old?"
As boland stood back rolling up his sleeves, mind body and soul bent on inflicting grievous bodily harm on the pair, the unmanned ship cruised along dangerously
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