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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 25, 2013 19:51:06 GMT -8
Avidus said nothing weighing in the options. After a pause he spoke.
"It sounds as close to a plan as I think we're going to get in this business."
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Apr 25, 2013 20:58:46 GMT -8
Kraval listen to what EX said and slightly grinned underneath his helmet at the mention of the group meeting a pirate upon our arrival to Tatoonie. If the pirate is who Kraval thinks it is and not other so-called pirate who thinks he's king of all pirates then things are gonna be very interesting as the Exchange moves towards the future.
Yeah I'm game, so when do we depart?
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 27, 2013 4:16:25 GMT -8
-Vic-
Adjusting his tie, he spoke in his raspy voice-
"The Carrack Cruiser is ready when you are sirs."
-Avidus-
"Thank you Vic."
He then spoke to the group.
"The sooner the we get there the better I think."
He turned making a motion for Vic to follow him and he began the walk to the Docking Bay.
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Exchequer Australis
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Apr 27, 2013 7:06:53 GMT -8
Avidus was impatient as usual. Ex had no choice but to follow. Ex gave an order for the Duro security force to begin loading the crates of spices into his YT-2400 light freighter named the "Shadow" He had won it through a card game a while back and just now had his mechanics gotten it flying worthy. It was a prize of their last mission. It was the only thing that Ex liked. He needed to buy a few more ships but strangely almost all the drugs could be loaded unto it. He motioned for Kraval to follow as well and Korum. If speaking needed to be done, than it could be done while walking. The Duro would have his ship loaded in no time. Well at least he hoped.
The Hoth lab would stay in operation as refining center if the plan to bring Falleen on as a processing location worked out. The spice from Hoth would be sent towards Tatooine where it would leak its way into the market.
Let us get out of here.
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Post by Delvin Keets on Apr 27, 2013 18:52:50 GMT -8
Avidus smiled.
"I'm going to take my Cruiser if that's alright with you. It has all the comforts of home."
He turned and left Vic following him. The fragrant smell of a Tequila infused Cigar wafted in a lingering billowing cloud behind him.
"Everything ready Vic?"
-Vic-
"Yes Lord Avidus. The ship is waiting."
-Avidus-
"Excellent! Let's proceed"
After a brief walk down the hallway Avidus entered the Docking Bay for his cruiser. She was beautiful. Both himself and Vic boarded. The Captain then lifted off the Cooradinates already pre-set from Avidus's planning. Something he'd learned long ago about keeping the back door open.
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Korum
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Post by Korum on Apr 27, 2013 19:16:17 GMT -8
Personal pilot for the boss, huh? The smuggler couldn't claim to be too excited about that one- he preferred a less...'involved' approach by management- but credits were credits, and he was nearly out. Sithspit, he barely had enough to cover fuel, consumables, and ammunition for the next few months, and he'd been having a really bad streak with the cards. He had to face it: he needed work.
"You got it, boss." Korum said, his tone indifferent.
Chaos, what a mess. Falling silent as the big shots continued to converse, Korum pulled his battered pack of smokes from the pocket of his breeches and shook one loose. Personal taxi service for a drug addict mobster with no manners. He supposed it wasn't the worst gig he'd pulled- at least this new boss smelled better than Kolga the Hutt. Still, it wasn't exactly what he'd had in mind when he'd come here. A job is a job, though. For now, it was all he had.
A moment later he was taking a long drag and thinking about how nice it would've been transporting loud, smelly, no doubt dangerous exotic pets for his employers.
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Apr 28, 2013 9:54:40 GMT -8
Ex recieved word via a Tiss'Shar named Geor-Dan-Lor. It was an odd sight to see a Tiss'shar on this cold frozen death world. But inside the compound it was quite comfortable for one. His special suit he wore, kept him warm as well.
Korum, scratch that, you will be taking Geor-dan-lor to Kessel. He will be taking over control of the mines with a contingent of security forces. You will also be needing this.
He handed Korum a datachip.
You will go from Kessel to Geonosis to give this datachip to one named The Admiral. But, you wont leave Kessel until Geor-Dan-Lor receives word from me. You will then receive instructions from me on Geonosis to head to another planet. We will be going hunting soon.
Ex handed Korum a bottle of Ithorian Mist.
Do we have an understanding?
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Apr 29, 2013 10:45:44 GMT -8
Kraval gave a simple nod and left the main office heading towards the hanger bay. There he saw Duros guards loading up transport ships with much of the base's supplies as they could. Kraval made his way over towards his Firespray-Class interceptor known as Tal'din. He walked his ship and made his towards the cockpit. He began with a system check before firing up the engines. The Tal'din slowly lifted itself off the ground and turned itself upright. The Tal'din proceed to depart from the hanger into the frozen wasteland of Hoth flying upward towards the atmosphere.
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Post by Exchequer Australis on Apr 29, 2013 18:39:06 GMT -8
The ships were being loaded as the Duros mainly loaded up the 3 E-Z light freighters and the 5 HwK 290's. Duros elite security forces loaded into the EF76- Nebublon-B escort frigate and the Strike-class medium cruiser and the 15 Assassin-class corvettes. The rest of it all would remain with only 5,000 regular Duros security forces being kept with a special detachment of 1000 elite Duros.
A few of the freighters and a few escort frigates would return to act as the primary transport ships from Hoth to Tatooine. This would be the last stop for spice about to hit the market as it would go through a refining step. Though currently processing and refining happened here. Though that would change. Processing would happen on Falleen as well as minor production and then sent to Hoth for final refining and then to Tatooine where it would hit the market. Hopefully, with Kessel spice would travel from Kessel to Falleen to Hoth and then finally to Tatooine.
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Korum
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Post by Korum on May 1, 2013 17:54:25 GMT -8
Korum glanced briefly at the data chip before tucking it into his belt and giving the boss a quick nod.
"Alright, no problem." He paused to take a drag off his cigarette. "I'll leave immediately."
Flicking away the butt of his cigarette, Korum flashed Ex a grin and spun on his heel, walking unhurriedly down the long corridor and back toward the hangar bay. His freighter was there, fully equipped for passengers- he had intended to convert a larger portion of the interior to cargo space, but now it seemed his procrastination had actually worked in his favor.
There were about a dozen other ships docked in the hangar, none of which Korum looked at too closely. He was rather skilled at minding his own business, and he had a feeling that here especially, discretion was valued above all else. His amber eyes carefully watching his boots, the smuggler passed several berths to where the Scoundrel's Pride was docked. He tugged his comm link off his belt and used the remote lock to lower the ramp, then headed inside to make sure everything was in order before his passengers arrived.
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 2, 2013 10:29:15 GMT -8
Geor-Dan-Lor and ten commandos walked up to Korum's vessel.
=Geor-Dan-Lor=
Hellosss, isss thisss Korumsss? Wes headingsss to Kessssselss. Wes ares readyss.
Exchequer ordered that a few of the ships remain back. Five of the Assassin class corvettes would not be flying on this mission but would ferry extra guards once Kessel was secured by commando forces under Geor-Dan-Lor. They would help 3 CC-9600 and the Hwk-290's. The rest would help Ex out and then either return to Hoth or go to Fallen to supplement security. 4.000 elite Duro mercenary forces and 10,000 standard security forces would head to Kessel. The Kessel mines were Ex's top priority.
Ex entered his ship and ordered his current fleet to begin takeoff procedures. They would soon be on their way to Tatooine.
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Post by Korum on May 3, 2013 14:16:46 GMT -8
"Yeah," said Korum from his position at the top of the ramp. "Go ahead and board. Keep your men in the passenger area only and get settled in: it's a long way to Kessel."
With that the smuggler turned on his heel and entered his ship, trusting Dan-Lor and his men to follow. The layout of the freighter was rather simple and the YT-2000 was a popular model; they wouldn't have any trouble finding a spare bunk and a place to throw their bags. Korum's own cabin was secured rather well- no one would end up in there unless they worked their ass off to gain entry, and if that happened there would be a reckoning. He'd been given the job of transporting these men, but this was still his ship.
A few minutes later and the smuggler was seated in the pilot's chair, the cockpit sealed and the engines activated. The entire ship hummed with power. He laid his hands on the controls and instantly felt his troubled thoughts cease. An easy smile sliding across his face, Korum tugged a cigarette from his pocket, stuck it between his lips, and flipped on the ship's comm.
[/span][/ul] Korum flipped the frequency to the ship's intercomm system without waiting for a response. "Buckle up," He lit his smoke and took a deep drag. "We're taking off." And then they were off, floating gently out of the hangar bay and then rocketing upwards the moment they were clear. With expert grace the ship streaked upward through Hoth's freezing winds and burst out into open space. With a flash of dazzling light, the Scoundrel's Pride made the jump to light speed.[/font]
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Post by Exchequer Australis on May 7, 2013 21:28:31 GMT -8
The Durro received updated orders via datapad. A majority of them actually all on Hoth and bound for Kessel were to head there. And, then await further orders. They loaded the 3 CC-9600, 5 Assassin class corvettes and the 4 Hwk-290s. Possibly they would once again return the number was now 15 thousand regular and 5000 elite. The ship would make it way up into the atmosphere.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 12, 2013 8:47:47 GMT -8
(hyperspace)
Jun 12, 2013 13:14:12 GMT -3 Archetheus said:
Eight hundred years Ago
His hilt hit the floor, his knees hit the floor. Then he fell, feeling himself ease towards death, he didn't move. The blue iris of his eye looked to her reaching for his hand but he could not move. Though he was cursed, death could wait for him because his punishment was to watch her die. And so he did, when the commander took a few steps towards her and fired twice into her back. Tears formed from the corner of his eye as his breathing became much slower until finally he stopped breathing altogether. The commander walked beside their bodies and looked to the few monks and soldiers. We're doing Gods work, men. Keep it up. He holstered the blaster. Now as you were.
He knelt down and took the hilt, looked at the two, looked at his brother. What can bring someone so far to kill your own brother and make him watch his wife die. Though what he did next was odd, he turned his brother over and starred at him. It was as if he was making sure the man was dead for good. I expect no forgiveness Clara.. He said referring to his brothers wife who was once apart of this Order. Though this was a long time ago and so the ship continued sailing threw hyperspace towards its destination.
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CURRENT DAY
Wreckage of the Maycry
A wanderer moved threw the snowy dunes on a Tauntaun, there were four others following him. The blizzard made it nearly impossible to see but the one leading this group knew where he was heading when slowly they came to see half of an Acclimator-I Assault class ship sticking out of the ice nose first. They kept riding then stopped when they reached the side of the large ship, getting off their Tauntauns then looked over the ship, gigantic up close. They must of crash landed here!! One of them said. Look at the hull, it's nearly cracked!!
The leader of this group held his fur hood down on his head because the winds were furious and they could barely hear each other. Everyone of them had the Republic Insignia on their shoulder so they must be here checking out this newly discovered ship. It don't look to sturdy!! But it's been frozen here for a very long time!! I think it's safe!!! Another removed his goggles and looked to the leader.
Are you sure this is the Maycry 'one' Sir?! The very first?
One of them said. There was no response from him at first, he looked up to the ship at its bare hull, frozen and slightly cracked. He knew this ship was here for a very long time but he was curious, how did this ship crash land here. What happened to it. Who controlled this ship. Republic, Empire, the Sith or Jedi Order? There were many questions, this ship was documented as missing in action, but he knew there was no such thing. Soldiers are M.I.A, not battle ships. That's just foolish. He knew. This was the Maycry I. He intended to go inside, they had their hatchets dangling from their belts, for the climb of course. One of them had a hilt, the ice would need to be cut threw. This is it men! Lets check it out.. The leader said.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 13, 2013 7:24:46 GMT -8
We can get in threw the bridge!!
They were climbing, the snow had died down and the drift was beneath them. This was surely something, how many people have ever climbed a star ship? The ice and snow build up on the top of the Acclimator gave them an easy climb. The leader of this expedition group swung his hatched into a few inches of ice then looked up, he could see inside, the chairs facing down towards them on a slant, also not to mention the shards of glass around the bridge screen where they had to get threw. He let loose a rope attached to a hook and gave it a swing up into the bridge, it hooked into something, he tugged it and it came to. Then when he was about to climb something came loose up there, he looked up and the base of one of the chairs had snapped and fell towards them. Watch out! They hugged into the ship, the bottom climber was hit in the shoulder when he screamed out in pain. He grabbed his left hatchet firmly, struggled to hold on with his other hand. When the rope had reached it's length it was tugged out of the leaders hand, the man below struggled, his legs swayed, the spikes of his boots let go the ice, the rope wrapped around his heel and again the rope reached its length.
He was slipping, he let go of his right hatched, the pain in his shoulder was bad. I can't hang on! He said now dangling from his hatched. Hold on boy!! The leader said. He forced himself up, and kept going. He let lose his left hatched and slid it across the bridge frame window, breaking the glass and ice in his way. It was much easier to climb now since the bridge was not entirely faced down, he could crawl up threw it but not walk. After reaching the already opened bridge door, he unhooked himself from the others and connected it with the edge of the door. He began pulling and they also pulled themselves up, making it easier for the one below. When they reached the bridge the last one up from the injured man grabbed his hand then pulled him up into it. I thought i was gonna die..
He said to himself, rolled over to his side and looked up at the others. The leader looked down the hall then looked back down to the team, and motioned them to help him up here. After they were all safe, laying back against the floor were it was slanted the leader looked over. You can't continue with us. Rest here. Another looked at him.
What exactly is the point of continuing? We need to go back, get help.
The leader shook his head.
I didn't come here to turn back once we made the climb. I told you there would be dangers! I warned you. Leave, your more then welcomed to. But I, I'm going in. Without you or not.
Then after speaking he looked at the injured man, turned around and began moving threw the hall, he looked each way then entered another corridor. The others looked at the one who wanted to stop, then caught up with the leader of this expedition, the man sighed then sat down beside his injured friend.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 13, 2013 15:52:53 GMT -8
This must be the corridor moving along one side of the ship. Were are we going?
One of the four said looking down the slant of the hall as they slowly made their way down, climbing threw here was less risky then on the outside. Their leader did not respond to him as he was currently struggling to get himself down upon this ledge, he breathed slowly then counted down when he let go to drop and grab the next ledge down. He missed it and began sliding quickly, then reached out and grabbed the wall to his side, though this was the open door to the medical bay. He lifted himself up so both arms were to pull himself up until he got a good view of the medical bay, he stopped and starred inside this room. Men! He shouted. I've found something, got down here!
He stood on the wall within the medical bay, everything here looked frosty. It was cold here, and iced over. The Bacta tanks could barely be seen threw, but they could see threw one of these. Frozen in the rapid healing liquid, their leader crossed his arms. The machine has been offline for nearly two hundred years.. He said while he scanned the equipment. This ship is old. Eight hundred years old...he's in perfect condition. He's is alive.
The other three could not believe it, he was right or they traveled miles following a mad man. Though this mad man was not so crazy after all, though it was still odd, as if he knew something would be here. No one sets out looking for nothing, but someone would be looking for something. Someone. That raised the question to who this leader was. Give me that weapon.. He said starring at the bacta tank. The man with the light saber looked to him as he unhooked the weapon. Are you sure removing him from it is safe?
He handed the weapon over to their leader, he grabbed the weapon then ignited it. I can't be sure it's safe. Though the only danger in this room is me.. He said the stabbed the owner of this weapon, he turned around and swung across at the other two, killing one after the other. Heads rolled and the weapon drew closer to the bacta tank as he began to melt the ice back into liquid form.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 14, 2013 4:57:57 GMT -8
The ice had melted and yet the man was still standing, he was also starring. The very last memories that swelled in his head were only ending now and the last emotions he experienced were one's of death, loss and not to mention betrayal. The memories of his wife, those last memories of her eyes shedding tears, her hand moving towards his and the warm feeling of her hand. Until it became cold and dead as death itself came for him to. Then he looked up and glared at this man holding the lightsaber, he looked the type to be apart of this brotherhood that took his life away. A wrapping covered down across his legs, waist down. Blaster wounds were scarred over and he stepped down, this man holding the weapon went to help him down when suddenly the man from the ice thrusted his hand against his throat, lifted him off his feet then pinned him against the wall. WHY!!! He screamed at the man as he clenched his finger tips into the flesh of the mans neck.
He continued to choke against the pressure of his hand gripping tight around his throat. He was trying to say something but the man from the ice was in a state of shock and delirium, so he didn't say anything but looked over across the room, the man from the ice turned to look his way when he noticed the three skeletons wearing worn out robes. This was men of the brotherhood, but how were they dead, decayed and bare boned. He dropped the man who found him and approached the skeletons. He starred at them, knew who they were. He picked one of the skulls up and held it in the palm of his hand, looking into it's hollow eye sockets. The skull slowly began to crack, he applied more pressure when the skull shattered in his hand. He turned to look to the corner of his eye, the man still starred at him. How many years.. The man shook his head, looked down in thought then returned to look at him.
Eight hundred years...everyone you've ever known would be dead and gone by now. I'm sorry.
His reaction was not what the man had expected. He did not respond to how many years, his expressionless face turned back to the former brotherhood robes. He grabbed the torn and raggedy robe then swung it around onto his back and wrapped himself in it even though it was cold and frosty. Not everyone. He turned around. So. Hoth, eight hundred years later. I expect there to be some kind of civilization by now, somewhere near by.
The man shook his head.
No...it's been a wasteland all this time. Except Echo base, it's an old facility but there are ships. Then he began walking out until the older man stopped him. But! But I have a ship that's closer, I'll take you wherever you want, in exchange for answers.
The man in raggedy robes stopped and turned to look in his left corner.
So i may have some use for you after all.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 14, 2013 12:58:35 GMT -8
Wrapped in his ragged robes he was lead by this man, both identities still a mystery. As he moved he thought about what he would do, what he intended to do now that it is eight hundred years later. Where would one even start, he looked like a man on a mission right now but he was lost. Two hundred of his years he spent conscious, frozen in ice. His body was frozen in the rapid healing liquid but there was something else here, there had to be much more then a bacta tank at work, he stopped aging physically. Though mentally, he is tired. He looked up when he noticed the ship coming into view threw the blowing snow, he caught up to the man then stopped him. You want answers, but i want to sweeten this deal we have here. He said.
The man starred at him wondering what had changed in this deal, though nothing mattered, he wanted to know something. He starred at him, then opened the ramp door to the ship he had here and turned around to look at him. The Brotherhood, I've heard mere stories but no one ever found their temple. What that temple holds in it's depths..
Arc laughed and shook his head, he walked beside him and pointed in the direction they just came from.
Your stories are inaccurate, you see it is the Mayfire they moved place to place in. The very ship you just came from...go and find your treasures. Make sure its worth it, because one moment you got everything you want and then a second later its taken from you, and your left stranded on some snowy wasteland.
He patted him on the back, Arc turned around and entered the ship. What was the deal? The man said.
I leave you here stranded on some snowy wasteland, and i take your ship. He smiled with a nod then closed the ship, once he reached the front he turned on it's systems and brought her out towards Hoths orbit.
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Post by Death Angel on Aug 7, 2013 5:49:08 GMT -8
Unwelcoming. Unforgiving.
Those were Angel's thoughts as icy winds picked up; though not a complete whiteout, the winds stung enough for Angel to wrap his four layers around him. He sought refuge in an ice cave. Within about thirty seconds, a guttural roar came from the cavern as a massive white creature – wampas, his database told him – leapt up and lunged out to make a meal out of the Sith Lord.
Angel slid underneath the creature's ascent, narrowly missing the claws and readied himself for the next attack.
Seems like I'm a popular target for death today...
This time, Angel had prepared himself for the wampa's next lunge. As he leapt, Angel summoned the Force to counter the creature's inertia. The wampa froze in midair, held in telekinetic grip. From his same outstretched hand, purple bolts of Force lightning coruscated out in intensity that would vaporise human flesh. The wampa screamed piercingly as Angel hurled his improvised lightning grenade out into the blizzard, where the howling of the wind covered the sound of the explosion.
Now, to find that kriffing crystal...
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Post by Death Angel on Aug 8, 2013 2:03:47 GMT -8
Angel grew irritated with several hours of fruitless trudging deeper into the caverns, and leaving markers to position himself, all the while digging and using Force senses to see the right ones that sang to him. He sensed its closeness; crystallised walls of brilliant pale blue geodes, yet none of them were the permafrost crystals he sought after. After several turns down many corridors, he reached a massive room that housed an innumerable count of crystals of different kinds, all shades of white and blue.
He sat down for awhile, amidst the cold and the eerie glow the crystals emanated in the surrounding darkness. He closed off his mind, and began floating meditation. There were billions of crystals around; he'd have to refine his focus to see which one hummed out to his resonance. Subconsciously, he tugged. A little responsive vibration. With a mental tug, Angel tugged harder. More frequency vibes.
The right crystals began to glow out amidst a dimming crystal cave now in his mind's eyes. Eyes still closed, Angel visibly reached out his hand this time in their direction and tangibly made a pulling motion towards the crystals. With a little effort, the crystals dug themselves out of their rooting and shot toward him, slowing right as they reached an invisible sphere. As he opened his eyes, two permafrost crystals floated above his hand as they came to a comfortable rest in the grip of his hand. Despite the cold, they felt warm in his hands. Angel got up from his Floating Meditation stance and hovered to the entrance of the cave. Now he'd have to retrace all the way back to the surface.
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