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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:34:47 GMT -8
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 27, 2013 19:06:30 GMT -8
A Carrack Cruiser enteres orbit and a shuttle exits heading for the surface. There are only three people on board, Avidus, Vic and the pilot.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 27, 2013 19:27:21 GMT -8
Roughly 2 hours after landing, Avidus's shuttle returns to the cruiser. His datapad registers a message from Vic and he smiles pleased with his associate's progress. Soon he would be back in business. The shuttle docks to the exterior and Avidus returns to his seat.
"Set a course for Tatooine."
-Captain-
"Yes Sir!"
10 minutes later the Carrack was gone as fast as it had arrived.
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Post by Deleted on May 8, 2013 15:25:42 GMT -8
With a flicker, three ships jump into the system from hyperspace. The first is a massive Imperial Cargo Ship. The other two are a pair of Strike-class cruisers on either side of the ICS. Settling into orbit over the planet, they begin scans for the best location for the Resource Extraction Platform. Eventually, the formation manage to locate a suitable spot. Pushing the REP into space, the ICS maneuvered it into position & launched toward the planet below.
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Post by Delvin Keets on May 9, 2013 10:59:44 GMT -8
From the Yellow District Industries an encrypted message is transmitted to the ICS. ::This is Vic CEO of Yellow District Industries. I will have landing coordinates sent to you to direct you to the factory. Lord Avidus will be most pleased with the new furniture.:: The transmission ended and shortly afterwards. Coordinates were sent to the ICS.
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Post by Deleted on May 9, 2013 18:18:23 GMT -8
While the encryption checked out, the ICS didn't have an order of furniture for the Yellow District Industries. As far as any of the crew knew, this was a completely above the board Resource Extraction Operation. Just in case the message sender wasn't completely mistaken, the message is logged & forwarded back to central command, then promptly forgotten. If the person below had ordered furniture, central command would take care of it, if not, it would be added to the trash file.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2013 12:15:20 GMT -8
Once the expected skyhook raised itself into space above the REP, the ICS moved in close beside it & began to unload all the equipment that the structure down below would need. Within fifty hours, all the equipment had been unloaded & shuttled to the surface. Soon afterward the skyhook retracted back to the ground. While the skyhook was withdrawing, the small fleet was already breaking orbit & heading for the next drop point on their list. Within an hour, the ships had vanished back into hyperspace.
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 27, 2013 18:10:44 GMT -8
The ships blast through hyperspace from Kessel and arrive as planned. They immediately began to hail Vic, Avidu's right hand man. They had a lot of spice for the first run. Soon, the special supply line that they had been hearing about would open and the ships would see action going to other places such as those not on Tatooine. Possibly into NOE worlds, if they still existed.
Vic, please direct us to the landing sites. We are fully loaded.
The corvettes run a special protection as they wait in orbit. Waiting for any sudden moves.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jun 5, 2013 11:48:28 GMT -8
The trandsmission is patched through straight to Vic Rattlehead.
-Vic-
::The Admiral has set up a Skyhook. You should probably use that to get the produce to the surface I have teams waiting on the other end of the hook to get it for processing.::
The transmission ended.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 13:09:26 GMT -8
The crew of the Resource Extraction Platform would not be unloading or loading cargo for random strangers. Especially if the random strangers were trying to unload illegal goods, something that MMC publicly denounced on a semi-regular basis. The skyhook, which was usually kept retracted for several reasons, was solely for the use of MMC. The fact that these random strangers had no way of accessing the skyhook & hadn't bothered to contact the REP to ask made all that a moot point anyway. Also, regardless of how nice the natives happened to be, the entire structure was anchored five meters above the ground, & there were strict regulations in place that didn't allow any locals access into the secure building. It was, after all, a research station & have some possibly rather valuable samples in storage. Letting possible spies or thieves access to your research was usually a very bad idea.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jun 14, 2013 15:05:07 GMT -8
After transmitting coordinates to the KDY Docks the ships in orbit head to the surface.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Jun 16, 2013 17:46:35 GMT -8
The Corvettes return to orbit and blast off into hyperspace.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Apr 6, 2014 7:58:23 GMT -8
Four ships exit hyperspace above the planet. As with almost every jump the pirate ships make the shields were fully powered and weapons ready to fire at anything the Captain's wished. The Star Shag, a Saboath destroyer lead three Ardent-class Fast Frigates as they settled into a high orbit. Three X-83 starfighters were buzzing around each Ardent-class and three TIE Defenders were screening the larger destroyer. Captain Salyer was stood on the bridge of the flagship observing the planet below, waiting for any reaction to their presence.
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Post by The Shadow King on Apr 22, 2015 16:00:35 GMT -8
Unidentified vessels, transmit your identification codes and destination. If you fail to comply, you will be marked as hostile and treated appropriately. The transmission cut out but the line remained open for the expected reply, and those on the surface turned their high-power sensors to the small fleet assembled above them, intending to discern as much as possible about their unexpected guests as they could. After all, an informed decision had a much higher chance of being the correct one.
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Post by Aherk Fyyar on May 3, 2015 12:24:39 GMT -8
Had there been any notion in the galaxy of his sanity, it would have vanished as an old, battered Corellian freighter warped out of hyperspace above Falleen.
With neither word nor breath, Aherk Fyyar keyed in the frequency to Falleen's ATC comm channel, the numbers as ingrained into his memory as the motion of his hands across the ship's control console. His deep blue eyes remained focused on the lush planet before him. In another life, he had made several trips to this world for a series of meetings with like-minded people. And for all of them - brilliant, motivated, well-funded, and without a shred of morality - it had been like going to an amusement park. Fyyar, an expert in the fusion of technology and biology, brought the full force of his knowledge to bear on the project, and the vast pool of knowledge formed by his compatriots lent itself to further his own research in a small facility on Kamino. When all was said and done, Fyyar figured, everyone involved from the top down became far smarter and far more dangerous than ever before.
And had it not been for the laws of the universe itself ripping apart to tell him how badly he had screwed things up in the form of a vengeful peko-peko bird, Fyyar would not have given the slightest damn about what was about to befall the galaxy. In another life he might have even been proud.
As it stood, seven years ago he had promised to make things right. And seven years on, Fyyar had done next to nothing. With a few minor exceptions here and there, the recovering mad scientist had let his world continue to spiral out of control while he kept to the shadows, allowing the galaxy at large - or, at the very least, the only people in the galaxy he cared for - believe him dead. The result? Raan Jade was in effective isolation on Umgul. Vyra Salicaire was beyond even his shadowy reach. Eliana Shan was living large on Nar Shaddaa, the only one of his former family to know that he had not, in fact, died in the miserable swamps of Nal Hutta. Her brother, Caoimhin, ran with a new crowd. Dash Vos was all but gone. Andru Kierra-Solo had died. And Vidalu Na'an - the woman Fyyar had cared for and loved above all the others - had been maimed and nearly killed by his own monstrous mechanical masterpiece on Tatooine, saved from blood loss and the desert by one of the Jedi's most prestigious Masters.
Fyyar's influence had touched more than just his friends and self-adopted family, however. For a brief period, Ryloth had been held in the grip of a would-be dictator, whose documented physical abilities, mental state, and eventual autopsy revealed all the telltale signs of Fyyar's most horrifying bioweapon. The droid he had sent after the Wanderer murdered dozens in its mission, all in the name of operational security. And now, on Falleen, the pot he and his society of smart sociopaths had put on the stove a decade ago was threatening to boil over on the people of Falleen and beyond. Thanks in no small part to him.
The dark-haired Human had no idea just how far things went; his direct involvement in the project ended not long after the initial trial phase. For all he knew, vials of the crap he had helped concoct were being sold in dark alleys as far as Coruscant by now, promising hope and power to the hopeless and powerless (so long as they could accomplish their short-minded goals before the side-effects became the effects). If the lab where much of this research and testing was still operational, and the computer databanks still in working order, Fyyar would be able to start the long and tedious process of finding each and every one of his former colleagues...
...and proceed to wipe them from the face of the galaxy with extreme prejudice.
The thought would have brought a smile to Fyyar's lips, but the man had long since lost the capacity to smile. When his finger pressed the last button, a small beep sounded in the cockpit, alerting him to the fact that Falleen's ATC was now ready to receive him. To expedite the process, Fyyar opted to use his former name.
This is Formidonis. The usual space will do.
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Post by Jorek Malestrom on May 7, 2015 13:31:36 GMT -8
The YZ-775 freighter 'Shakey' emerged from hyperspace and angled toward the beautiful world of Falleen. Jorek looked out from the controls, taking in the many colors of the lush, mountainous world from close orbit.
Cloudy day in Capital City today, Soap.
The pilot's R6 unit chirped a reply, busying itself with prepping the large ship for entry into atmo. Jorek flipped on the internal comm system and brought his 'cargo' up to speed:
Just re-entered real-space. Arrival at base in three-zero mikes. As usual, been a real pleasure. Thanks for not getting dead. He then flipped over to the broadband and keyed in approach control. Capital City Command -- this is the 'Shakey' on final. Please advise docking and approach, over.
Soap laughed and shook his radome as he vectored the shields for re-entry. Jorek shot him a look over his shoulder.
What?! a few whistles and pips from Soap Yeah, I know they always give me the same dock, and that your granny-bot could find it in her sleep... So, I'm not entirely used to Military communications. Makes me a little jumpy. 'specially around the Falleen. You know that. Besides, you know how much I loooove protocol.
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Post by Mirian Santiro on May 9, 2015 17:32:33 GMT -8
[ Mirian Santiro | YZ-775 medium transport, Shakey | Cockpit ]
Mirian quietly ran back-and-forth between the multiple stations in the cockpit area, making system checks and feeding the computer with data entries while Jorek handled the flying and communications. Truth be told, with the R6 unit, Soap, all this could be handled without her. But still, the young pilot (secretly a former Jedi who left the Order of her own accord) liked to keep herself busy. She wasn't sure why they couldn't have just accepted use of her much larger and more comfortable retrofitted Consular-class Charger C70 armed transport cruiser, but she supposed that this being a military arrangement of some sort, the details of which rather escaped her, because she had been too busy staring at clouds, whether imaginary or real, to have picked up on some important details. But since she was working with another pilot, who had at least a half and more knowledge than her at present, she simply relied on his instincts for this.
She grinned at the conversation between him and Soap. Though she had to agree with him about the Falleen. She knew a little about their natural abilities, and she would have to keep her senses sharp. As sharp as they could be without her drawing on the Force, of course, since she didn't trust herself with that, and she certainly didn't want anything bad to happen to Jorek and Soap while they had to be around her. There was a reason she preferred to work alone most of the time. But a good pay-day was what prompted her to agree to this job.
Making sure her lightsaber was well hidden behind her trench coat, while her S-5 heavy blaster pistol was strapped to her right thigh, she straightened up and brushed her hair back, exposing the lightsaber scar on her left cheek, and said, "I don't blame you, Malestrom. The Falleen and their ability to manipulate pheromones, even at range, is notorious. I know I'll be keeping on my toes at all times until this deal is over with."
She glanced at the planet below them, frowning, "This is a simple pick-up-and-drop, right?"
She asked this, because she wanted reassurance that there weren't going to be high chances for unforeseen circumstances. But the more she thought about it, the more unlikely that seemed, because she was picking up on a Force-be-damned "disturbance", and this without her even trying to tap into the accursed all-encompassing energy and source of Jedi powers. While her training wasn't the greatest, nor was she the best Jedi - heck she was the worst ever - she seemed attuned enough to the Force that she was feeling a sense of uneasiness in her gut. She hated that feeling, because it usually meant her life was going to be thrown upside down once again. The last time she had a feeling like this, she faced a Sith Lord, and had been brutalized by his sheer power and skill, and lost her Padawan, who had been like a little brother to her. So what would it be this time, she wondered. But she hoped Jorek could convince her that it would be a blue milk run. Maybe just this once, the Force would be kind to her.
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Post by Jorek Malestrom on May 9, 2015 18:06:39 GMT -8
Jorek shrugs at Mirian's question.
This is home base for our 'cargo.' We drop off, they debrief, they send us back out. Never much more than a day or two between ops. Never more than a dozen in a squad. Not that I've seen. These guys get twitchy if there's too much down-time. I'm still not entirely comfortable around Pyro and his crew, but be glad we're assigned to this squad. Some of 'em are way worse, what I hear.
He looked over his shoulder at that, checking after the fact to make sure a Juicer hadn't entered the flight deck while he'd been talking. It wouldn't be the first time. Coast was clear. Breathing a sigh of relief, he turns back to the view port in time to begin final descent into atmo.
As for the Falleen... I gotta agree. I'm not a fan of their tactics, but they pay well, and every mission with the Juice-heads is good for 'hazard pay.'
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Post by Mirian Santiro on May 9, 2015 18:20:14 GMT -8
[ Mirian Santiro | YZ-775 medium transport, Shakey | Cockpit ]
"Heh," Mirian grinned, "you always see the upside, don't you?"
She didn't know too much about these Juicers, though the name gave her weird images of men melting into puddles of goo. Still, she'd picked up enough bad vibes from them to know she wanted to stay out of their way if she could help it. She too looked behind her when Jorek did, though her own senses were quite keen, she liked visual confirmation at times. As they began their descent, she settled into one of the chairs and began dancing her fingers over the console, typing in information and coordination.
"West and bearing two-two-two-mark-four. All sky lanes clear." She nodded over at Jorek, "Let's get our 'cargo' home and give us breathing space."
She still had that bad feeling, and the closer they got to the planet, the stronger it became, but she did her best to ignore it. I'm not your blasted puppet, Force. She mentally thought to nothing in particular, So leave me the heck alone and go find some Jedi who gives a blast.
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Post by The Shadow King on May 9, 2015 20:28:22 GMT -8
The responses were short and succinct, both ships receiving clearance to land in their respective docks, though the name of the first arrival was one that forced the planetary control operators to take notice. Take notice, and pass the information along to their superiors, who in turn passed it on to their superiors, and so on up the chain. Most of those the name reached didn't know the significance of it, but it came to them with a file whose clearance level seemed to go all the way to the top, or near enough. That alone was cause enough for schemes and plots on the politically charged world to be set in motion, and it was impossible to say where they might lead when they began to intersect.
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