Trent Weston
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Post by Trent Weston on Apr 20, 2017 23:47:25 GMT -8
As the Shadow entered orbit from the planet's surface Trent had this feeling that something was wrong, but what wasn't wrong these days? But it made him wonder why he felt that pit in his stomach, of course there was always the possibility that he was wrong or just hungry. He brushed off the feeling and the ship blasted into hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2017 17:32:30 GMT -8
A Stalwart-class freighter, finally back after its protracted journey, exits hyperspace and descends to the surface.
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Jun 9, 2017 20:09:03 GMT -8
For anyone actively listening to the holonet, a several minute add came across.We are searching for a skilled pilot or pilots, interested in earning credits while proving their mettel. Interested applicants rendevous in orbit over Dathomir...It was brief, unspecific and mentioned being well compensated. But aside from that, there was no other information given. Hopefully worthy pilots found that more intriguing than anything else... |
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Loki
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Post by Loki on Aug 2, 2017 18:09:35 GMT -8
A Lambda T-4 shuttle dropped from Hyperspace, a few hours from the planet Naboo. "Naboo.." Muttered The Clone Zabrak, his line had nearly perished here, hundreds of years ago. He scoffed, strange that his own corpse would end up here of all places. He looked at the datapad, he had managed to get on the holonet and discover that it had been five years. Strange. And the only information he could find on the battle of Endor against WE forces was that the WE was utterly destroyed by the defenders of Endor, that its leader was presumed dead and that for the WE spread through the galaxy it was either be absorbed by various factions or die fighting, the zealots of the World Eaters chose to die, and battles had raged across a dozen systems as new factions came to be and attempted and eventually succeeded in destroying the WE as a whole. How had this happened? How could he one of the greatest biological beings ever born and one of the most feared in the galaxy be defeated so easily. Everything was lost, he had nothing but a few scattered facilities similar to where this body had been fashioned. He squeezed the back of the co-pilots chair crushing it, in the process. "Take us down droid."
::Roger Roger.::
"ugh." You would think that in the years following the clone wars they would have found a better sounding voice for re-purposed combat droids but it had been his idea to use them as shuttle pilots and for other menial tasks. Cheaper. The ship blasted forward and Lord Loki went and laid down on a bed like protrusion built for his proportions and closed his eyes in a few hours his memory would be complete, his Holocron would be in his possession and he would have the secrets that now seemed like glaring holes in his memory. How they ached, how they tormented him, he could almost catch them, glances, but these where merely memories of him using the powers the Holocron promised. "Soon." He muttered, "Soon..." |
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Commander Oryon Melan
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Nov 12, 2017 13:46:50 GMT -8
An Imperial Fleet dropped out of hyperspace, fast, with an Imperial I Star Destroyer forming point of an arrow head formation, with four Victory class Star Destroyers arrayed beside it.
Almost as soon as the ships dropped from hyperspace, Fighters began spilling out of the mammoth First Order warships.
In the ISD's bridge bays, officers hurried at consoles, as Admiral Yularen stood on the bridge, gazing fearlessly out the window as his Captain arrayed the ship for battle.
"Full power to forward deflectors and weapons, bring us in slow, we want as much firing time while we're out of range as possible."
Meanwhile, Yularen asked questions of the sensors crew. "I want to know exactly what ships are hovering over that planet, Lieutenant."
He turned to the communications officers. "Have all ships maintain formation, form our Fighters up around their mother ships and have them prepared to engage."
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Grand Admiral Zuhel
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Nov 14, 2017 4:24:08 GMT -8
At that moment, a large quantity of ships came out of Hyperspace. Consisting of the combined forces of Artemis and Vlusu, the massive fleet was centered around the Resurgent-Class Battlecruiser. With their shields up and weapons ready, they formed a triangle-ish shape, with the interdictors taking up the rear, activating their gravity well projectors to prevent enemy ships from leaving the planet. At the same time, the corvettes and cruisers began screening for fighters. On the bridge of the Resurgent, Vlusu was pacing back and forth.
”All fighters, prepare for launch. Move the fleet to blockade positions and inform High Admiral Savage of our position. Artemis, command the fighter squadron.”
He watched with satisfaction as his fleet deployed its iron grip over the system.
”I want to speak with whoever is in charge of the other fleet.”
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Commander Oryon Melan
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Nov 14, 2017 9:15:49 GMT -8
A hologram sprang up upon Vlusu's flagship, the image of a man in his early 50s, hard faced and wearing the pure white of the Imperial Security Bureau.
"I am Commodore Yularen, of the ISB. Would you kindly tell me why you are interfering in an ISB operation, Admiral?"
Though the words were civil, there was no mistaking the open hostility in Yularen's tone - nobody liked aliens, especially not the uppity Chiss.
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Grand Admiral Zuhel
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Nov 14, 2017 9:46:44 GMT -8
Vlusu grimaced. He was used to getting a degree of respect, even within the ranks of the First Order. Coming from one of the ruling families on Csilla certainly didn’t help either. This man clearly held a resentment towards the Chiss, even though they had played an instrumental part in supporting the Empire after Palpatine’s death. He could have chosen to blast this mans fleet out of the sky and take his chances explaining his actions to the review board he would almost certainly face. His fleet had twice the firepower of the enemy fleet, and could withstand twice as strong of an attack. Instead, however, he chose to follow a more diplomatic route.
”This is Admiral Vlusu’Heas’Cauro of the Imperial Navy. I am sending a representative to your ship, prepare to receive him.”
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Artemis Mortem
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Post by Artemis Mortem on Nov 14, 2017 10:02:08 GMT -8
Artemis couldn’t believe Yularen’s cheek. Here was an established Admiral, with several successful campaigns under his belt, coming from one of the most technologically advanced and Empire-friendly races in the galaxy, and yet this ISB Officer had the audacity to disrespect him. As the representative, he was most certainly going to garner and explaination for the offenses against both him and his people. Stepping on board the Raider-Class corvette, he, along with several members of the covert-ops group that was stationed with them, exited the hanger of the ship and raced towards Commodore Yularen’s flagship, escorted by 3 Clawcraft. He wore a cape the covered his cybernetics, the crystal that had been forced into his chest, and, most importantly, his lightsaber. He was not a very good diplomat, but would try his best. As the ship left the hangar, he noticed that the massive turbo laser turrets were aimed not to prevent people from leaving, but at the ISB officer’s fleet. On this vessel alone, there was enough firepower and armor to take on the entire enemy fleet. He hoped they wouldn’t have to use it. As the shuttle landed, they were greeted by several ISB Stormtroopers. ”Take me to the bridge.” he said, without manners as per usual.
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Commander Oryon Melan
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Nov 14, 2017 11:10:35 GMT -8
Artemis is forced through an hour of pointless security protocols that see him disarmed and mostly ignored, before he even gets to the bridge. ISB Troopers patrol the hallways, bored, wishing they were with the ground forces. Their boredom is taken out on Artemis with mundanity.
Finally Artemis found himself on the bridge, where he was ignored for another hour as Yularen plotted out an operation with his officers then he dealt with operational issues and operational execution.
Finally, the Commodore turned his eyes to Artemis, a mild sneer on his lips.
"Well? What is it?"
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Artemis Mortem
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Post by Artemis Mortem on Nov 14, 2017 12:55:49 GMT -8
Artemis dropped his cape onto the floor, revealing his cybernetics, Force-enhancing crystal, and his lightsaber. ”Your sneer is not appreciated, commadore.” He spoke in a deep voice that would rattle even the most senior of generals. He began slowly walking through the bridge area, walking closer to Yularen. ”You dare disrespect my admiral, disrespect his species, and his contribution to the First Order!?” He could sense the troopers moving up behind him. ”I have fought for this cause long before the First Order came into existence. I have given up my body, my pride, and my identity in an effort to better this caus! And you dare to disrespect one of the few people who are truly dedicated to it. I WILL NOT STAND FOR SUCH CONDUCT!” His voice boomed through the bridge, drawing all eyes from their stations. He could feel the troopers ready to fire stun bursts behind him. He turned to face them, using his telekinesis to grab his lightsaber from his belt. ”You might think you are powerful, but how many troopers do you have stationed here, on this ship. 100? 1,000? 10,000? They are no match for the power of the force. For the power... of the berserker.” The bright lights caused a glare from his cybernetics as he waited for their next move.
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Nov 14, 2017 13:41:31 GMT -8
Yularen surveyed the 'Berserker', utterly bored by such ridiculous conduct. The horrible static began to emit from the helmets of the black armoured Death Troopers as they faced the lunatic, repeater blasters in hand.
"You seem to be the pride of Vlusu's command, 'Berserker'. I can certainly see why you aren't in mine. My men would remember when they left their weapons at security."
Yularen paused.
"Get this idiot off of my bridge, and send a warning to all Imperial ships in this sector - any interference in ISB operations will have dire consequences."
Then, as if it were an after thought.;
"And throw that fool into space."
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Artemis Mortem
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Post by Artemis Mortem on Nov 14, 2017 18:07:55 GMT -8
He snarked, disgusted by the fool’s ignorance of his power. He extended his hands out suddenly, concentrating with all his mind, feeling the tendrils of the Force shooting down his fingers until they reached the tips, then reaching out towards the Death Troopers, grabbing their blasters, and hurling them back in his direction. He slthen proceeded to push back with all his might, knocking the troopers off their feet and towards the pits of the Star Destroyers bridge. He then turned to face the Commodore, aiming the repeating blaster at him. ”What was that you were saying, Commodore?”
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 17, 2017 15:39:27 GMT -8
Yularen looked as if he was about to respond, before an urgent transmission came through. A communications officer handed Yularen a headset, and the ISB officer listened closely. "Negative, I want them alive. Shoot to disable, do not use lethal force without clearance, am I clear Lieutenant?"
Yularen glanced back at Artemis, irritated in a different way now. "Are you still here? Get the hell off of my bridge."
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Commander Oryon Melan
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Nov 17, 2017 15:40:24 GMT -8
OOC: That was supposed to be this char^
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Nov 22, 2017 10:32:01 GMT -8
Yularen stood, pristine in his white uniform, with his hands linked behind his back and his feet braced apart - emphasizing the baggy Imperial breeches, as reports continued to flood in. He stared out of the window of the bridge, down onto the orb that was the planet below. Behind him, his officers were arguing over the correct course of action. It was Arc Ravera, Captain of the Inquisitor, that broke the deadlock.
"Commodore, fighters don't just fall from the sky, the Naboo Government must have fielded their fighters or fired missiles!" Such an observation brought a very hefty scoff from Colonel Rusper Blunt, overall commander of Yularen's ground forces. "The last time the Naboo managed to shoot something down was before the Clone Wars! I didn't even know they knew what a missile was, never mind how to actually fire one!"
There were chortles at that, and even Yularen allowed himself a thin smile. Captain Hoss piped up quickly, knowing he'd be shot down otherwise. "We should deploy more fighters." There was laughter, and continued arguing, as Yularen silently listened to the bickering on deck, and finally the Commodore turned and faced his men. "There is little point in deploying fighters to be shot down. We have no idea if they have fighters in the air or missile silos.
We will send a warning to the Naboo." Yularen looked to his right, at the Chief Gunnery Officer. "Focus the forward batteries on Sectors Four and Five in Theed. Clear all Stormtroopers from the areas. Aim the rear batteries on the Royal Palace and the Royal Hangers." Some of the officers gawked, others chuckled, as Yularen turned back towards the windows to stare back out at Naboo. His head tilted slightly to glance at the surround bridge officers. "You may fire when ready."
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Post by Keith-070 on Nov 22, 2017 18:40:35 GMT -8
*The Galactic Alliance had answered the call, the first of their ships appearing on the edge of space near Naboo. Leading the charge were a pair of Vindicator-class heavy cruisers. Accompanying them were six Marauder-class corvettes, three to either side of the pair of capital ships. Within the Vindicators awaited its complements, totaling seventy-two Aleph-class starfighters and twelve Skipray blastboats. Also aboard were ten BR-23 couriers and a single custom CR25 troop carrier, its four-hundred and forty troopers prepped for combat.
Apart from the CR25, every single ship was fresh from Santhe/Sienar's Lianna-based shipyards.
Their enemy was apparent, even though they were not yet in range. All fighter and blastboat pilots awaited orders to scramble, though none came just yet. Keith stood ready within the CR25 with the rest of the men and women aboard, a feed from the bridge streamed to the supersolder's HUD. On the bridge itself, the commander attempted to hail anyone he could on the surface, particularly Alliance personnel.*
"This is Commander Norr of the Galactic Alliance, here to send reinforcements planetside and stall the enemy fleet as much as we can. Where are we most needed?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Nov 22, 2017 19:17:19 GMT -8
Moments after the Galactic Fleet dropped to real space a transmission - a heavily coded transmission - broke upon the deck of the lead vindicator-class cruiser. The transmission could not be traced and no clearance codes were given but somehow the transmission bypassed all the fleets safeguards and defense systems to broadcast the transmission to the bridge.
::Welcome to the party Commander. I am the origin of the transmission for reinforcements. The Fleet in orbit belongs to an ISB agent by the name of Yularen. From what i've gathered he is after a rebel cell on the planets surface. He has bombarded the city from orbit, unleashed his ground forces upon the Capital, and his fighters are doing strafing runs over the city. Any action to protect the sovereignty of Naboo begins with hindering that fleets ability to make war. Distract them, disable them, destroy them if you are able. I'll be in contact with further information as things develop on the surface.::
The transmission ended leaving no way for the fleet in orbit to respond, and with the transmission being as encrypted as it was there was no chance the enemy fleet had to intercept the transmission without finding the relay planet-side first.
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Commander Oryon Melan
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Post by Commander Oryon Melan on Nov 22, 2017 19:44:11 GMT -8
Even as enemy ships leapt into orbit, Yularen didn't blink. The Commodore's voice was cold, efficient. "It is only a handful of ragtag warships, thinking they can save the day. Launch all Fighters and have all men enter battle stations. The Centurion and the Inquisitor will maintain the blockade. Turn the Starhammer, the Retribution and the Crusader onto them and begin firing. Target our primary weapons on the Vindicators, let the Fighters handle their corvettes and escorts. "
With the wonderful precision of the Imperial Navy, the ships spun round and engaged full thrusters, Fighters spilling out of their hangers and screaming silently through space towards the enemy. Even as the ships advanced, the great guns on the Star Destroyers began the deadly fusilade that had so destroyed huge chunks of Theed. The Galactic Alliance had made a mistake, there would be no escape for this 'fleet'.
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Post by Keith-070 on Nov 24, 2017 18:42:37 GMT -8
*The enemy responded by sending its Imperial Star Destroyer along with a pair of Victories. Once they had an engagement, it would be suitably easy to land the ground troops past the comparatively-sparse enemy force.* "Shields forward, prime the cannons, scramble the fighters," *Norr commanded.* "Have the landing craft prepare to launch."
*His orders were relayed and promptly followed, the Vindicators acting as a screen for the smaller ships while they moved as a group closer towards their enemy. The Alephs and Blastboats held behind the screen for several moments until the enemy TIEs were nearly in range, then the combined eighty-four vessels burst forward past the screen, several of them opening with a salvo of targeted concussion missile blasts. This was followed by streams of turbolaser fire, from the pair of quad laser cannons on each Aleph to the pair laser cannons and the twin Tru-Lok laser cannons mounted on the Blastboats.
The Vindicators and the Marauders did not yet return fire, instead repositioning themselves and preparing for the inevitable clash. The landing craft were on alert, preparing for the right opening so that they could be spirited planetside and perform their duties there. Any moment now...*
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