Tysabaar
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Post by Tysabaar on Mar 25, 2014 12:08:53 GMT -8
The sith exited the shuttle, and carried on walking as Augereau joined him. Accepting the summery from the man, he didn't look at it, or even listen to what the man was saying but walked straight into the anteroom. He ignored the officers present and directly addressed Captain Mardotte.
"Captain, I have taken care of the negotiations as requested. I am sure you are quite aware of the agreement that was reached. That being said I am finished dealing with the government of Juvex. I am sure you will agree that the handing over of documentation to an official is slightly below me. I am certain you can find a suitable representative to perform this menial task."
Tysabaar turned now to look at the officers in the room,"Gentlemen."and with that acknowledgement he removed himself from the meeting.
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Captain Mardotte St Cyr
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Post by Captain Mardotte St Cyr on Mar 26, 2014 20:09:50 GMT -8
A raised eyebrow and wan smile was the Captain's response to Tysabaar's brusque dismissal. The verbal spar over steak had been an unusual test of the budding Sith Lord's abilities to fight on a very different battlefield and Mardotte was pleased with the results. The frustration of the exercise had been an unintended consequence and one that he was all too happy to exploit. Doubtless, he would be spoiling for a fight.
Mardotte selected his emissaries and dispatched them to the Bateman.Again, like a set of well rehearsed steps the Star Destroyer moved out of orbit, pointed it bows towards the stars and jumped into hyperspace. Destination: Dromund Kaas.
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Post by Theophania del'Arte on Apr 13, 2014 18:14:27 GMT -8
A Wayfarer-class medium freighter cruised through orbit, relaying information and waiting on their clearances. When it was eventually granted, the Midnight Shadow tipped down into the atmosphere, Leeza pushing the yoke over to take the ship down to the surface, heading for Juvex City.
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Kiri
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Post by Kiri on Oct 20, 2014 18:30:29 GMT -8
Kiri piloted the wayfarer up into orbit and shot into hyperspace, she didn't worry about anything except for getting herself, the passengers and the crew into hyperspace; and away from the local authority.
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Faust Skirata
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Post by Faust Skirata on Oct 28, 2014 15:10:35 GMT -8
{Continued from Kashyyyk's Open Orbit}
The Wraith dropped out of hyperspace with a dazzling flash of white. A half second later Marauder appeared just behind the cruiser, her hull scarred and pitted. The ships hung suspended and unmoving on the edge of Juvex's orbit. Their shields were fully charged but their weapons powered down, the only gesture of peace the Reaver Lord would offer.
He stood on the bridge of the Wraith, staring at Juvex through cruiser's viewport. Soon I won't have to deal with their kind anymore. Faust consoled himself. The taking of thralls was a holy ritual; selling them felt...wrong. Yet the credits were needed. He could find no other way to fund Kad's war, and failing to meet the Destroyer God's demands was unthinkable. Thus he found himself here, prepared to sell the thralls he had taken. According to the old laws, it was an abomination. According to his generals, it was their only hope.
He shook his head and turned away, sneering. "Status." he growled at the nearest of his men.
The dark haired Mandalorian saluted. "Your shuttle is waiting in the hangar, alore, as is the slave ship. Both have been assigned guards and uploaded with the coordinates."
"Who commands the guard of the slave ship?" The Reaver Lord asked.
He consulted a datapad before replying. "Rilk, my lord."
Faust's mouth twisted in displeasure. Of late he'd found the sweating, bald headed Duros insufferable. His nervous demeanor and petty cruelness made him a contemptible creature at best. Yet he knew the slave trade better than most, and had an eye for judging the value of a thrall. Taking Rilk along was the best course. And after we return, I'll bury the Grimhammer in his skull.
That thought cheered him all the way to the hangar and down to Juvex's atmosphere. |
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 4, 2018 20:15:12 GMT -8
Two ships entered orbit and took up defensive positions guarding the entry to the hyperspace lane. Without delay shuttles began transporting man and material hardware to the surface
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Lámh Dhearg Manaan
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Post by Lámh Dhearg Manaan on Jun 4, 2018 20:45:44 GMT -8
Two lonely Wayfarer sit in orbit on watch
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 8, 2018 0:39:18 GMT -8
4 Wayfarer-class medium transports bearing enter orbit hailing the fleet. After securing clearance they settle behind the fleet. An assortment of transports and small freighters amass behind the heavy ships
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 9, 2018 20:31:43 GMT -8
Two Wayfarer broke off from the fleet moving rapidly towards the surface
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jun 9, 2018 21:52:42 GMT -8
The two Wayfarer re-entere orbit they quietly move along then make the jump to hyperspace and were on their merry way
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 11, 2018 22:49:23 GMT -8
In orbit a message was received from the highest authority. It was immediately handed to Admiral Ó Miadhacháin. He nodded and read the message. Looking up the Ó Miadhacháin whispered into the officers ear. And down the chain of command went the orders. The Admiral spoke
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"Be ready gentlemen...."
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Michael Collins
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Post by Michael Collins on Jun 12, 2018 0:14:49 GMT -8
Three MPs appeared. A heated discussion with the Admiral ended with him roughly taking his coat. He slowly walked the room shaking hands with his men then at the end stood tall. He spoke briefly
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"A captain goes down with his ship.... With those who served him well... with honor."
Looking at the men around him
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"We will be making our final stand gentlemen...."
Looking down
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"Those who wish to leave...."
Left arm extended he gestured to the door
"There's the exit...."
Not a body moved
-Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin-
"It is with great grief that I tell you Field Marshall Lee and General Jackson fell on Manaan...."
He turned back to his crew and the MPs stood down. In orbit a steady flow between ships and ships descending to the surface began
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 0:40:19 GMT -8
Several Wayfarers made the leap to hyperspace. The traffic between the surface and orbit with fully loaded ships leaving was mind-numbing
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Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Jun 12, 2018 1:29:36 GMT -8
The final parting. The small fleet remained but the orders were in and the gig was up
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 2:28:18 GMT -8
Juvex orbit was deathly silent. Like the seemingly endless silence prior to the engines revving. Something explosive was set to occur
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jun 12, 2018 5:48:21 GMT -8
The movement of a select group of troops, staff, livestock and family the size of which would put Highland clan to shame across the universe in an unholy caravan required some crafty subterfuge. After several days of careful, sometimes heated, intervention, which did not come to a conclusion without several unnecessary deaths, An Tiarna was persuaded against his idea of placing several Jawas wearing space suits into orbit waving signs that read: NOTHING TO SEE HERE. And it was also clearly explained that the hopes of getting any large fighter ships past the asteroid belt would be very risky and capital ships could never make it through. Here the Old man was cold, calculated and decisive. And his reasoning for the unsuccessful attempt to remove The Admiral of the Fleet Ó Miadhacháin comes to bear. After the caravan was under way a staged split among the IF fleet in orbit occurred. It was staged because all remained loyal and centered on the same goal until the bitter end. That noted, as the escape began a simultaneous rift among the members of An Tiarna’s crew appeared to have occurred. All of this was a slick ruse and offered distraction from the movement of the chosen few across the Universe. It is the point too where the dignity, strength of character and loyalty to his crew illustrated by Admiral Ó Miadhacháin cannot be praised more enthusiastically. In an entirely planned incident the fleet of An Tiarna split into two opposing factions and subsequently blew each other to pieces. There were no know survivors. Thus ended a chapter in the history of the universe
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 6, 2018 20:53:16 GMT -8
3 Wayfarer enter orbit. An unhealthy, rank yet familiar stench seemed to hang in the open space around the planet. All three moved towards the city
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 13, 2018 23:25:44 GMT -8
A YT-1300 light freighter entered orbit and bolted across the open space. Messages were relayed to the surface alerting those left behind of the departure. The ship made the jump to hyperspace. Morrígu sat observing closely with Maureen observing her and Boland observing the path ahead, which boded well for all onboard, given that he was driving. Fiach Dubh also observed all who were observing Their passengers, Ciarán Dubh and Laoch were left to their own devices, some of which likely involved the act of observation |
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 14, 2018 23:22:27 GMT -8
A freighter burst into Juvex orbit, quickly crossing the distance to the planets atmosphere then disappeared
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 17, 2018 20:16:25 GMT -8
Entering orbit a light freighter passed along quietly and made the jump into hyperspace
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