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Post by Elniri on May 15, 2020 11:34:09 GMT -8
Having made multiple jumps covering a couple different regions, Lexi's scout ship arrived over the planet of Ruusan. Entering the codes over the vacant planet, she decended downward towards the planet's terrain.
Making her way towards some of the canyons, a hidden entrance revealed itself as she grew closer, shutting once more as she entered. Not wasting any time, she sought of her master. It didn't take long to find him examining the prized experiment that was Elniri, she took a knee before him.
Without a glance, he addressed.
"Darth Amia, welcome back. I take it your mission was successful?"
She nodded.
"Yes, my lord. I have obtained all I could from the Dark Jedi about the Blackguard as well as their own assests. My cover remains intact and in the off chance it has been, I've made sure to cover my tracks."
"Well done. Meet up with Darth Xura and begin uploading and preparing the information for me." With a bow of her head, Amia headed off to do as she was ordered. Looking up, Sen gave a smirk at Elniri. "Soon, your talents will find good use and the final test will begin."
For the moment... the creature didn't knew how much longer she could keep up her iron will before it was broken as time passed by and her situation seemed even more hopeless, her resistance even more pointless. Like a hunter she fought for survival, but she was driven into a corner.
It was one of the few moments where Elniri felt something, she rarely felt.
Fear. |
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Post by Viox Savage on May 17, 2020 16:56:07 GMT -8
 Kril'Dor. A gas giant in close proximity to Iridonia, according to the map the Blackguard utilized. Normally beyond the notice of the Blackguard, in its rapid expansion for resources, the local Tibanna Mining Facility found itself falling under the Blackguard's control and protection. Defended by a handful of Imperial Defense Satellites in orbit above the planet and two starfighter squardons and a small garrison on the station itself, there was little else here that would draw attention to itself. Though with Iridonia being several parsecs away, any sort of daring raid or assault on this facility would likely be met with the harshest of responses from the Imperium. |
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Post by Viox Savage on May 17, 2020 17:34:19 GMT -8
 Null, once home to an extravagant castle retreat owned by the venerable Count Dooku, was now home to an advanced listening post. Lacking any sort of orbital defenses, and sporting only token ground forces, Null's claim by the Blackguard was quiet and kept off official channels. Due to its apparent proximity to the First Order bastion of Taris, Null remained open as wildlife hunting grounds and continued to function as usual, with no typical indication that the Blackguard had taken up residence on the planet's surface. |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2021 7:54:21 GMT -8
The trip had been a smooth one, making their journey down from Corellia to unload their goods. Making their way down the Corellian Run and shifting over to the Gamor Run, the convoy felt that it was meant to be another smooth delivery. It was merely a small return to real space and a course correction to take them to the planet of Lorahns. A trip that been made multiple times with little in the way of problems. Occasionally, they had run into small pirate groups, but the transport service was well aware of the dangers that came with moving through space and always had escorts, more than enough to run ships off.
Exiting hyperspace, the collection of Corellian ships adjusted their course and began making their way towards their destination. They were off the main hyperspace routes now so they had to make proper adjustments to their coordinates if they were planning to make a quick jump into the system, though sometimes, they elected to simply push forward in real space. Though some distance out, it wasn't too much of a flight. As it stood, they were making good time.
However, little did they realize what awaited them in the darkness of space.
Floating easily in the vacuum of space, a Vibre-class Assault Cruiser sat waiting, the black hull and the sensor masks keeping it from being noticed. As the convoy departed hyperspace, the waiting craft picked up the arrival on sensors. Verifying the signatures, the man tending to the sensors turned to the blue-skinned Nautolan that sat in the commander's chair, leg propped up.
"Hey Zec, it seems the cargo has arrived, just as the reports said. They just exited hyperspace at vector 2238."
A smile formed across Zec's face as he heard the words. It was always made him feel good when a target came into sight. And ahead of schedule as well, which meant little time would be spent waiting. Sitting up straight, he gave a small chuckle.
"Well, what do you say we see what kind of goodies they brought us today. Ensure all sensor masks are active and push forward. Don't need to scare them off until we are able to spring our trap.
the crew's acknowledgment came as the bridge began a hub of activity. Quick checks were made over the systems as the ship pressed forward, heading for the convoy. It wasn't long before the transports were in sight. A solid haul with the pair of Action VI's as well as a Baleen. While the Actions may not have been as full as one would like, having the much larger Baleen on the scene held great promise. It meant they couldn't just transfer the goods easily to their own ships, but that wasn't a concern. Ships like them didn't require a large crew to pilot and not only could they get any transponders shut down quickly enough, but it would be a bit before anyone could come to check on the ships, if at all.
Then came the escorts. A pair of PB-950 Patrol Boats and three VCX-820 Escort Freighters. The patrol boats were hardly a problem for the Vibre but the additions VCXs was another matter. Then again, it was only an issue for the unprepared. Taking a breath, Zec gave his orders.
"Move around behind them and prepare to engage on my orders. I want the tractor beams focused on the Baleen and the ion cannons on the Actions. Send our coordinates and inform our friends of the patrol. Let's get in and out people."
The ship them turned as it moved in behind them. The coordinates were sent. All they could do now was wait for the rest of their team to arrive.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2021 21:50:10 GMT -8
The sensor masks continued to do their thing as the ship positioned itself behind the convoy and began to move up. The crew members in charge of the pair of tractor beams began to target the Baleen so that once the attack began, they could capture it so it couldn’t escape. When the attack started, the preferred maneuver was to fall just below the craft and grab it while the four heavy ion cannons focused on taking down the Action VIs.
It wasn’t long after all was ready that the appearance of another small fleet arrived just behind the convoy. Three Consular-cruisers with the charger refit followed by two Marauders and a pair of Interceptor IVs came in rapidly to begin their assault. The Vibre then dropped down, its tractor beams engaging as the ion cannons began to fire. The Consulars moved in, a favored ship in the group for its high speed and maneuverability, low crew requirements, and the weapons it’s could carry. It kept the side twin turbolasers, but carried a heavy twin ion cannon over the cockpit, prefect for bringing down enemy ships should the Vibre be unable to do the job itself. For now, the focused on the VCXs as the Interceptors and Marauders came up along the Patrol Boats and began to overwhelm them.
It took nothing to destroy the Patrol Boats with the heavier armament from the Marauder and Interceptors and even the VCXs, though faster and more maneuverable than the other escorts, couldn’t get away or overpower the Consulars. The battle was over swiftly, taking no more than ten minutes to fully eliminate the escorts before they set up a perimeter around the transports.
The Vibre’s sudden assault of ion cannons easily took down the engines of the Actions before turning to hit the Baleen. Before the battle finished, all the transports had been rendered quiet and the ship pulled back to steady up beside the Ballen first.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2021 0:30:42 GMT -8
As the Vibre moved in close, Zec activated the ship wide comms.
Alright, Lexi, you’re up. Lining up with the first ship now. Let’s see if you can wrap this up in five minutes. We have quite a bit of cargo to unload so let’s not waste time.
In the assault bay, a team of fifteen were finishing up getting into their suits. At the front was a human female, her shoulder length brown hair tied up in a pony tail. She rolled her eyes at the sound of Zec’s voice.
Don’t you worry that ugly little head. We’ll have this wrapped up with ease. Just make sure you guys are ready to jump when we’re done.
Finishing up, she looked back to her men before putting on her helmet. When they had come across and stole the Vibre, they had also gained the spacetrooper armor, making their pirate raids that much easier. Once all her men had helmets on, she opened the assault bay. From there, she and four others kept from the Vibre to the Baleen, working to breach the door. When it had , she confirmed their entrance as The ship moved to the closest Action and followed the same pattern with the other two transports.
With the armor, there was little the crew could do to stop them. It was mere moment of taking out the crew and gaining control of the ship. Once all three vessels reported in, it was only a minute more before the pirate fleet and transports darted off into hyperspace.
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 26, 2021 15:31:48 GMT -8
*As they sailed through hyperspace Morrigan replayed a long illustrious history through her head. It warmed her heart. The hard truth suddenly struck her like a brick. An Tirana was dead. And with him fell the mighty Iron Fists. And this truly crushed her heart. Gone. And no cheap facsimile forged by Pretenders could ever replace the glorious thing that was and now was gone. She hung her head in sorrow. After some time she thought deeply and a fine verse the Old man came out and laid itself before her: "Then I became a man and I put away childish things....." So she muttered low " Let lesser beings play in this sandbox. " *The vessel moved on through deep emptiness that was space*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 6, 2021 5:48:36 GMT -8
*O'Dubhui now stood at the bridge. -O'Dubhui- "Gentlemen... We have arrived." * Applause rang out, as men pretty much congratulated themselves. Perhaps collectively realizing the absurdity of this truth, the clapping was mercifully short lived*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 8:40:12 GMT -8
*A YT 1300 light freighter moved through space quietly. Onboard The Raven watched curiously as the child and dog played. He found it humorous how such small minds were so easily entertained. Dogs were stupid; humans were even more stupid. The little girl abruptly said matter of factly to The Hound* -Maureen- "We're almost there." The dog sagged his tail and drooled oblivious to anything she said. The Raven's attention increased dramatically. She was right. And she certainly had no way of knowing. Not a natural one*
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Apr 10, 2021 4:06:59 GMT -8
*Chopping through hyperspace a ship took a sudden turn passing into the orbit of a planet*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Apr 24, 2021 13:55:04 GMT -8
A sorry excuse for a Sentinel - this piece of junk was on it's last legs wings - ripped through hyperspace. It being painfully evident that the pilot had far too much to drink as they playing cribbage on the roof in Manaan and was going to miss the turn, his partner screamed: -Co-pilot- "Here you idiot; we're ganna miss it!!!" The pilot swung a sharp left. O'Rathallie , the naked tattooed druid chicks and his two scribes were pasted off the right wall. Regaining there feet with minimal injuries, they stood attempting to make out if that screwup was intentional. Anyway the ship slipped into Juvex orbit. The balled up route taken and irresponsible exhibition of piloting acted to make the already highly difficult ability to track competently pretty freaking unlikely
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 3, 2021 22:10:22 GMT -8
Ripping down the hyperspace highway to Hell like a rocket sled on rails three ships near passed their exit but luck was on their side and they turned in the nick of time
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on May 22, 2021 15:53:23 GMT -8
Ripping into what appeared to be a very lonely hyperspace lane a lone Sentinel bulleted along through space
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Post by Aloriya Marev on May 28, 2021 11:38:34 GMT -8
::The Keldabe Class Battleship entering Hyperspace from Kashyyk enroute to Mandalore::
Aloriya and Naznak stood on the bridge discussing arrangements for settlement and for the wookies to take charge of the planting of the Wroshyyr sapplings on the surface of Mandalore. The liberated wookies had quickly made their decision to re-settle at least temporarily on Mandalore. Naznak had taken Aloriya with him to introduce his people to her after they had made the decision.
Aloriya was now showing Naznak the proposed area of the surface of Mandalore where they wanted to grow the wroshyyr trees, and explaining how they intended to assist the trees in their growth through the use of force techniques. Several additional ecological factors were brought up regarding the growth of the trees and things that would be needed in order for them to flourish. through their discussion, they worked out a plan to incorporate as much naturalized Mandalorian flora and fauna into the ecological positions typically taken by other species on Kashyyk.
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 7, 2021 21:12:09 GMT -8
Entering hyperspace a Firespray 31 Interceptor ripped along at a ridiculously reckless speed
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 10, 2021 20:55:04 GMT -8
The Firespray 31-class slipped along through hyperspace so peacefully few if any could possibly consider the sheer terror in the heart of the ship's lone passenger. Gid turning momentarily to Laoch and commented -Gid- "Don't you find this relaxing?" With her eyes distracted from steering by sheer luck they narrowly escaped being crushed by a massive price of debris that ripped past them -Laoch- " just keep your mind on piloting or I'll stab both your eyes out.'
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 15, 2021 21:28:21 GMT -8
The Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft busted into hyperspace and onto the hyperspace highway. Gid floored that sucker and the ship ripped away. Yelling she said -Gid- "Have everything we need- and I mean everything - divided into neat manageable packs we can carry." She continued to rail on that same vein as they bombed through space
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 29, 2021 16:59:40 GMT -8
Into hyperspace. Gid hung on as the ship was nearly thrown into a fatal spin. But at the precise moment she hit the accelerator and the Firespray-31-class shot along the trajectory that she desired. Epona would be home there. That Gid knew. And knowing that have her a peace like no other. And on She thought, envisioning Epona running free Hyperspace was a curious thing. A curious thing indeed. And one of it's key aspects was what it did, quite naturally, to the relativity of time and space. Plainly hyperspace appeared to narrow the distance between point A and point B. How that fit into, or more precisely was proven patently false by the means of science, did not matter to Gid, not should it. Gid's preoccupation with the wonders of hyperspace, particularly travel in this natural dimension, were the thing of inner speculation, were not grounded in any fact that she was aware of and most significantly she had no intention of polluting mass audiences to follow the Gid Philosophy of Physics. Nearing their destination Gid stiffer in anticipation. The exit neared.... Abruptly she pulled on the controls turning the ship. Again, when hitting the crucial point the woman punched it, using an old colloquialism, and kept into the orbit of the planet
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Sept 10, 2021 16:55:23 GMT -8
Neatly slipping onto the hyperspace highway The Fart in a Windstorm went scurrying along -Pilot- "You're sure we got everything?" Eyes rolling his partner said -" Yes man! Had these cat people give me a hand. " Nodding Pilot kept his eyes on the side universe in front of him
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Post by Torna Ó Maolchonaire on Sept 10, 2021 19:50:09 GMT -8
Much of the talk quite open, a voice rose up commenting -O'Maolchonaire- "You have brewers yeast?" The question capturing the attention of O'Rathallie he too sat up listening. The idea of home cooked uisce beatha was most enticing indeed. The aged scholar's mind moving a mile a minute hr could near taste the whiskey already. Turning to his mate he asked enthusiastically -O'Rathallie- "Surely these boys have all the necessities...." He hoped as he had not hoped in many a year . Taking O'Rathallie's logic as God's truth, O'Maolchonaire began discussing the past and many a drunken night that they'd been a part of. But.... This was not then. And they were here. Wishing that they were already there. Not the past, grand as that may well have been but the place where the distilling process would begin. And on they talked. Of course travel naturally came to bear in this hearted philosophical deliberation betwixt the two. Now both men knew full well that the closest distance between two points was not a straight line, at least in metaphysical terms. Such would be achieved by bending space as it were and bringing the two points together. Alas, the two men were keenly aware that this possibility was fairly... well highly unlikely in present state of scientific knowledge. Torna capturing the bitter misfortune of this fact lamented stating -O'Maolchonaire- "Bloody reality...." To which his fellow academic uttered in agreement -O'Rathallie- "Balls up everything to be sure...." And on they went down a wild trail woven of their collective memories. Now did it change time? No. But it certainly killed time
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