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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 15:32:41 GMT -8
Vee remained at high alert as the ship flew into orbit. She went through the regular routine of clearing with orbital security before setting the hyperdrive coordinates after they were cleared. While she waited for the hyperdrive to warm up, she kept on eye on her scanners, even though she knew there would be little to nothing they could do with this piece of junk.
Looks like we might be in the clear. Don's voice came over the cockpit a bit distorted.
Vee set her mouth in the firm line. Still, stay there until we go into hyperspace.
Not going to argue with that. Silence fell once again.
Vee still felt like her heart was going to fly out of her chest. Seeing the Sith that close up...it truly terrified her. Not how they looked or even what they did, but just the thought that they were unstoppable and there was nothing they could do about it. It was like knowing you were going to die and couldn't do a thing about it but watch and wait for it to happen. Complete hopelessness.
Thank the gods for the doctor. She left the gangplank down just so he could have a chance to get on board. She knew it was stupid, but she wouldn't forgive herself if she didn't at least try to help him, even though the attempt was feeble at best. His actions confirmed what she suspected though: he was a Force user. Under normal circumstances, she would be worried about him...but knowing he was a user put her surprisingly at ease. He would be able to heal himself with those mysterious powers, she wagered.
The hyperdrive ready, Vee punched it. The ship disappeared into space.
Continued here.
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Sept 2, 2015 7:06:01 GMT -8
Exiting from hyperspace came the Spirit of Dxun, a modified Crusader-class Corvette that belonged to Hokaar of Clan Shukalan. Ever since leaving Tatooine and trigger happy Hutt thugs, the Hunter of Dxun had gone about making sure the credits given to him were as true as any credit would be. Once the inspection was made, Hokaar handed out payments to his crew as a means of sharing the spoils. It ensured every member of his crew had money to spend at a cantina and then some.
The Spirit of Dxun went into orbit over Mandalore; Hokaar stood at the viewport of the command bridge, gazing down at homeworld of his ancestors. It had been years since he last set foot upon Mandalore, since the day he won his corvette in gambling bet that not only wiped out his own debt, but managed to score enough creds to humiliate the belligerent party into giving up their prized space ship. It taught them a thing or two about messing with Hokaar. The Hunter himself planned to visit the Oyu'baat as word on various channels mentioned a gathering of Mandalorians. While he attended to that business, some of his crew would go to the surface to replenish their supplies while the rest did checkups on systems for the Spirit of Dxun. The Mandalorian ran a tight and good machine and he wanted to make sure she was in tip top shape.
Taking a hoverlift to the hangarbay below, Hokaar would enter his black Bes'uliik starfighter while a crew members got into the M22-T Krayt gunship for departure. The two starcraft would zoom for the surface of Mandalore and, to all of them, their home.
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Sept 2, 2015 7:10:34 GMT -8
Strictly speaking, it wasn't a sensible action to arrive anywhere in the Mandalore sector with a battle fleet. Unless of course, that fleet was under Mandalorian command. Though Kaine's intentions were anything but hostile, he didn't know what sort of reception his return would engender. The fleet would arrive and form up, and he would lead his people's return. If there were those that objected, he would deal with them as needed.
A single Nebulon-B frigate exited hyperspace, and almost immediately, a lone bes'uliik fighter exited and flew ahead of the frigate. A minute later, the rest of the fleet arrived from Bonadan, and a second fighter flew out from Doomhammer to take position on Kaine's wing. The two Bes'uliike flew point as the Keldabes, Nebulon-Bs and Lancers of Kaine's fleet moved in toward Manda'yaim. Kaine's fleet was broadcasting IFF identifying themselves as Clan Australis, and their status was alert, but not preparing for combat. Kaine signaled Doomhammer, which broadcast a powerful open comm signal across all frequencies;
This is General Kaine Australis.
We are here of our own volition, representing a Clan that can no longer stand by and watch one of their greatest triumphs falling into darkness and despair. We are here on behalf of the thousands of vode murdered or ordered to meaningless deaths by a series of inept leaders, who have no one else to speak for them. And on behalf of the Mandalorian units that have joined us to oppose the tyranny that has darkened Mandalore ever since General Kaine disappeared three years ago. We are here to return our Government to the hands of her people. We know that many of you have wanted to act, but have been intimidated by threats of retaliation against your families, your friends, you are not alone anymore. We call upon you to rise up and do what's right. We have brought our forces here to Manda'yaim, and prepared them. The time to act is now! This is not the voice of treason, these are your sons, your daughters, whose loyalties have never wavered. Whose belief in Mandalore has forced us to take extraordinary means. For justice... for Mandalore... for the future... WE HAVE COME HOME!
Once the fleet got to orbit and began to spread out in a holding formation, the two fighters angled away and down towards Keldabe.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Sept 7, 2015 18:35:07 GMT -8
It hadn't been what you would call an exciting jump. Fel had been alone with his thoughts for the entire trip, as Melia had made herself scarce most of the time, secure in the notion that the Navigational Aid would jump in should Fel get the notion to do something stupid. Which he had previously. More than once.
I had her trust on Kessel. Certainly on Garqi. Still... that wasn't a hard sell, the Red Bitch or me. Dunno what I did between then and here that would make her swing the other way so fiercely. Oh. Wait. That stunt with the ship and Rik Vane, just to get Bateman off our tail. Yeah, that was a little out there, 'specially for a career soldier who follows orders. Shoulda kept her in the loop. Bounced ideas off her. I'm not 'Captain' here. Damn Autopilot. Much as I might like to think I am. She's being squeezed too, and the more I lob grens all over the place and screw up our esteemed employers' intel on us, the more likely the people squeezing her will apply pressure. And whether she feels bad doing it or not (I can't tell yet) she's a good soldier, and if she needs to put her boot-heel to me, she will.
I'd like to think she doesn't want to. But hell -- the day is young.
Fel rolled up the sleeve of his flight suit and prepped the needle, squeezing out a miniscule portion. He didn't have to look hard to find a vein. They stood out on his arms, devoid of fat or much of anything, really. He had noticed that in recent days they had taken on a slightly ruddy, red hue, and he didn't know what to make of it. He knew he hurt, pretty much all the time, and he also knew he likely didn't have long. Months, Sinistra had said. That was weeks ago. Pressing the plunger, he shuddered momentarily as the powerful anti-viral and immune-suppressant coursed through his body. There would be a momentary respite from the pain, and several hours where his body could function without the immediate and ever-present urge to eat itself from within... but this was all temporary. Judgement day was coming, and Galdaart Fel knew well enough that everyone was guilty.
He hadn't slept, and didn't feel like it. This was where he needed to be. Here and now. At some point in the near future, he'd get a chance to test his theories about the Navigational Aid, and just how to get around it. He closed his makeshift log book, and waited for the light on his console. He didn't need to wait long, and when it flashed green, he cut in the sublight engines.
Mandalore appeare, filling his viewscreen. Fel entered the supplied coordinates, corresponding with Keldabe, and broadcast the supplied clearances. If the employer was worth a Bantha's armpit sweat, this would be easy. If not, He'd get to test his theories sooner than he hoped...
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Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Sept 12, 2015 14:43:06 GMT -8
Colonel Darzeka Australis loved his job. After years of struggling to find a purpose and to fill his life, Kaine had returned, and once again, Darzeka was back as his fixer, his right hand, his trusted emissary, adjutant and aide. Looking after Kaine was a full time job and then some, and while it caused him headaches on occasion, he was never bored.
A shuttle took Darzeka and his collection of Clan Australis personnel up to the battleship Brightflame. Within minutes of the shuttle's arrival, the battleship moved out of formation and headed outsystem. Once clear of Mandalore's gravity well, the ship jumped away to Hyperspace, on its mission for the Clan.
Kaine had given orders for the first of the new clan bases to be prepared. After much consideration of sites both old and new, they had settled on a plan that seemed to work for everyone. They'd be going to a familiar world, to set up a brand new operation. The clan's philosophies had changed somewhat since Kaine had returned, but the General himself was a changed man. His strategies now were subtle but effective, or so it seemed to Darzeka, with less of the aggressive and sometimes misdirected fiery rage that had embodied Kaine in times past. He liked what he'd seen thus far. Setting up this base was an important step for the Clan. If it worked out as hoped, it wouldn't be the last one they established.
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Post by The Shadow King on Sept 13, 2015 9:24:57 GMT -8
I feel I must commend you on the excellent time you made, Captain Fel! My projected arrival time was a full three minutes longer based on the route you selected! Now three minutes may not seem like much to a human, but to a persistently over-cheerful computer program it was damn near an eternity. You are scheduled to land in docking bay oh-four-three-see of the Keldabe municipal spaceport in fifteen minutes, where you will pick up the cargo for your trip to Coruscant!"
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Sept 13, 2015 15:49:13 GMT -8
As Galdaart flipped the controls over to manual, taking the twin control surfaces and angling the bird in toward Keldabe, he replied to the Navigational Aid, in as pleasant a tone as he could muster.
Say, NA-3015 -- I can tell you're not that easily impressed. How impressed would you be if I shot, with my DL-22 pistol, every console, speaker, vid-screen or interface that your meddling little program appeared on? I would imagine that some of those devices are easily done away with, incurring no ill effects to the ship's performance or vitality. But some would, I imagine, have great impact on core systems functions. Would you be impressed, NA-3015, if I were even faster, even more efficient, even after blowing holes through 3/4 of this ship?
I would be. And believe me, I wouldn't lose a seconds' sleep over it. Ain't my ship. Nor my mission. But in the interest of you keeping your bits and bytes where they ought to be, and us reaching the ground in one piece, do me a favor and get lost, ok?
Keldabe, coming up...
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Post by Elyia Reign on Sept 24, 2015 0:56:25 GMT -8
*From the depths of hyperspace emerges a newly serviced and re-fitted Keldabe-class battleship, a ship coated in black that might seem to suggest an attempt at visual stealth, if not for the broad crimson bands stretching back along the superstructure. A scan of its transponder reveals it to be "Dhaka'ra", a warship registered to Clan Australis. The Captain of the vessel......had once been a cook in Kaine's personal household.
It was a role she had gained through stealth and misdirection; a way to hide from enemies too powerful and numerous to defeat alone. And she HAD been alone then. She had turned her back on family and on her philosophy. And she had almost paid the ultimate price. Almost. But she found more than just safety on Myrkr. Kaine had discovered her deception.... and her heritage. Many would have killed her right then. But he didn't. He gave her a chance....a Clan.... and something to fight for. And fight she had. The New Order of the Eye invaded Myrkr with all their considerable resources bent on destruction, and she had stood united with Clan Australis against them. Kaine led them to a stunning victory, and in he wake of it Chef Victoria Black was no more. Ruus'alor Elyia Reign wore her rank and clan insignia proudly. For a year. Then two. And then......Kaine disappeared. The Clan hadn't been the same since. And then when Elyia received word of her blood family that she could not ignore, she left. Leave without pay - not discharge. But that journey had led her down a dark path that had taken a long time to come back from. And yet she had, and so too, apparently, had her Alor. So here she was - Elyia Astraea Cassandra Reign - no longer hiding, or running from her past, or her family, or her fears, but instead looking to her future.
Nodding to her first officer to take charge, she heads for the executive hanger to board her shuttle for the trip down to Keldabe. As always, her ever-present friend and shadow Kharakh falls in at her side. Her personal assistant Gerard would no doubt already be prepping the shuttle. He was nothing if not efficient.*
"Control Tower, this is Commander Rhade of Clan Australis. Dhaka'ra 'will be taking up orbit on vector three-four-seven, and my Captain is requesting permission to land a shuttle in Keldabe. Please ensure she receives her allocated bay number promptly."
*Minutes later, a Kom'rk class fighter/transport emerges from the battleship with the same colouring as its parent. The engines flare slightly as it accelerates to just over standard velocity for inbound civilian traffic and sets a course that will take it down to the planet below.
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Post by Kylarn Fett on Mar 3, 2016 12:07:26 GMT -8
A Corellian model YT-2550 enters the region at a frightful speed, slowing the engines as a man sits in the pilot's seat and looks down into the outer rim from the view port. Not a word is spoken through the T-shaped visor as a standard message is sent to the control towers of Mandalore. The message contained clearance codes that had not been used in what seemed like an eternity. The man ran his finger across the control panel as his mind wandered for a few moments. Allowing proper time for approval for his landing. Nothing had changed in the galaxy for too long. The Mandalorian's account had swelled and deflated multiple times in the last several years. Abandoned a fleet of ships commissioned to protect his home planet that sat idly rotating now. Many years had passed, but the life remained. Different than what it once was, but still the life he could always return to. Or at least he hoped.
The ship began to move toward Mandalore as the approval cleared his approach to the surface. It would be a matter of time before he stepped foot on his home planet once more.
"Home." Not a sweeter word could be said by a man who hadn't been "home" in over a decade. The man stood from the pilot's seat as the autopilot took over for navigation. Entering the main corridor of the ship the man removed his helmet to reveal his grey hair and scarred cheeks. His green eyes piercing the hull as he thought about what laid behind him. Years of history, too many. Replacing the helmet once more the man felt the shake of his ship's hull as he picked up his weapons and began placing them in their proper places.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2016 0:49:50 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, a worn and battle-scarred M22-T Krayt gunship appears in realspace and then slows to ahead dead slow after making a course adjustment that brings it on course for an approach to Keldabe. The pilot of the gunship, a fifty-two year old human male wearing beskar'gam of black and green, looks out of the forward viewport at the blue, brown and green planet he was born on and smiles wistfully - wishing as always when circumstance permits him a visit to his homeworld such as it does now, that his stay could be longer than the necessities of his work demands it must be - and then opens a comm channel to Keldabe's planetary traffic controllers to request landing permission.
After being assigned a flight path to Keldabe's spaceport, the pilot adjusts the gunship's course and speed to begin his descent, looking over his shoulder as a dark haired female armored in beskar'gam of gray enters the cockpit with her buy'ce held on her hip beneath her right arm. "Lorcan awake?" the pilot, Faelan asks in Mando'a after he nods a greeting to his clanswoman.
Shaking her head, Raicheal lifts her buy'ce onto her head, also speaking in their native tongue as she reminds Faelan in a dry tone, You know Lorcan, he won't wake until we set down and there's fighting, snogging, or drinking to do.
Chuckling with a shake of his head, Faelan quips, "Knowing Lorcan, he'll get up to all three before the day has ended," as the M22-T continues on downwards towards its destination.
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Post by B13S on Mar 8, 2016 22:40:05 GMT -8
The immaculately maintained VCX-350 dropped from hyperspace travel just above the atmosphere of Mandalore. The occupants aboard could see the aesthetic appeal of the planet, they could listen to the praise the planet received from the galactic community. The home of Mandalorians, it should have been exciting, a feeling of apprehension and wonderment should have crept over the pilot's mind, but not this pilot.
"Keldabe, the X-Industrial Prime requests docking clearance."
"You are cleared to land, we will send you your flight path currently, and welcome to Mandalore."
B13S sat attached to the ship, completely aware of what was happening around it and the ship, and its' visual scanners seeing more than any humanoids' eye could, but there was no feeling. There could not be feeling. Feeling was an instinctual response to stimuli that triggered genetic necessities. B13S was totally aware of itself, and thus instinct and emotion played no part in its unique existence.
It was there to meet one Faelan Bralor, and learn the hand to hand fighting style of the Mandolorians. It had done some amount of research about operational data, and which of the Mandalorians running about had a fair amount of true experience with the implementation of the fighting style, and which would be open to the notion of teaching an aruetiise beskar'ad the fighting style.
B13S did place the Mandalorians high up on its personal favorite cultures that existed in the universe, based solely upon the language. Mando'ad meant literally Mandalorian son, it was the word that meant "Mandalorian" to their own people. Beskar'ad meant "Metal son" and was the word for droid. The language implied that they could see an individual droid as more than a tool, and that was exactly what B13S was determined to be. In fact, it required others to ask him to accomplish their ends, and no demand would be met with anything but rejection.
B13S was convinced that it would be considered a Mandalorian before it was all said and done. It wanted a culture to be apart of, for consistency. Each person he had come in contact with, be they Republic affiliates or Imperial had some culture which colored their actions, and those small details were accepted by those around them because of the culture in which they were affiliated with. It allowed for a good deal of error in etiquette, in some cases.
Either way, B13S had arrived.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 9, 2016 15:51:45 GMT -8
Not long after the VCX-350 has been given permission to land, the planetary traffic controllers that have welcomed the pilot transmit a datapacket to the ship providing it with a flight path that will take it safely into incoming civilian traffic patterns so that it can, upon reaching the planet's surface, continue on towards where B135 and Faelan had agreed to meet when their arrangement had been discussed and finalized.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 18:15:46 GMT -8
A GPE-7300 space transport rockets up from the surface of Mandalore, adjusting course after exiting the planet's gravity well and then soon accelerating before winking from view as it enters hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 19:47:56 GMT -8
The Ba'Balut pushes past the last grips of the planets atmosphere and soon reaches a safe jump distance. Without any reason to delay, the ship quickly slips into hyperspace.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Dec 31, 2016 18:36:01 GMT -8
*A lone, battered Naboo n-1 starfighter dropped out of hyperspace and entered Mandalores orbit. The pilot received clearance to land. He entered the atmosphere and set his ship down in Keldabes spaceport.*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2017 19:56:23 GMT -8
Several large transport ships accompanied by a few medium sized freighters emerge from hyperspace near Mandalore. The lead vessel contacts orbital traffic control, revealing that the ships have arrived from Agamar bearing finished goods, industrial resources, and other materials intended for use in restoration products in major cities on the planet's surface, manufacturing concerns, forestry, farming, and other industrial areas.
Once the ships, their manifests, and their crews have all been checked against criminal, terrorist, and other databases, the transports are cleared to make for their destinations in Keldabe, Norg Bral, and other cities; and the newly arrived ships are soon descending through the planet's upper atmosphere as they make for their individual delivery points.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2017 15:59:57 GMT -8
Íomhar Rodarch, one of Mandalore's planetary traffic controllers, drums his fingers on the top of his blue and gray buy'ce as he listens to the incoming landing request, sniffing as it is completed, and then opens a comm channel to the Jehavey'ir-type assault ship to say, Hold your present position Jehavey'ir-type assault ship, and await authorization to continue on for Keldabe Spaceport.
Beginning to run the capital ship's transponder and IFF data through Mando'ade and BoSS databases to check if either the ship or the name of it's captain and/ or any known crew members raise any red flags, Íomhar hopes that he does not have to go through 700 names, given that the capital ship typically requires a crew of 200 and is capable of carrying up to 500 troops.
Once the proper security checks have been completed, with nothing turning up suggesting a need to deny the ship or its crew permission to continue on to Keldabe Spaceport, the Oyu'baat, a hotel and tapcaf, no place for a 188 meter capital ship to land, Íomhar reopens the comm channel and, while sending the ship its flight path after finding an opening in incoming military, civilian, and commercial shipping traffic patterns, says, You are cleared to proceed Jehavey'ir-type assault ship. Flight path to Keldabe Spaceport has been sent, so please adjust course and begin your approach.
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Post by Telarial Bralor on Jun 4, 2017 15:59:11 GMT -8
*Once Adonias was clear of Mandalore's orbit, he entered the coordinates of his next destination, and blasted away into lightspeed. As the stares whizzed past his viewport, he pulled off the black buy'ce and examined it. He was given a crash course on how to use the HUD within it by the store attendant. The colors he chose were fitting. Black for Justice...and Gold for vengeance. He was determined...to stop at nothing to see that the ones responsible for the deaths of his parents, his kidnapping, and the loss of his Mandalorian heritage paid dearly for their crimes. After calibrating the buy'ce, Adonias closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2017 16:37:03 GMT -8
The stars pulled back to their static points of light, and the Mandalorian home world appeared in the viewport as The Sword of Damocles came out of hyperspace above Mandalore. He input the rough location of where his vision had shown him to go. After getting clearance from Orbital Control, Damocles guided the Kom'rk-class fighter/transport down towards the surface
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2017 9:02:54 GMT -8
The Sword of Damocles came back up into orbit. Although the quest to find the helm was done, Damocles had to now embark upon a new quest. To unite the clans and prove his worth. He set in coordinates for Ordo then. For what better place was there to start, than his own home world. Once The Sword was clear of Mandalore's gravity well, the ship disappeared into hyperspace
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