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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 19, 2016 19:38:30 GMT -8
::NPC PILOT::
" This is Baudo class star yacht Errant Fire, contacting Muunilist Orbital Command. Requesting clearance for permission to land within the First Order docking bay. Nature of business we are escorting a representative of the Outer Rim OreWorks Company from Apatros to discuss mining rights and the possible of opening cortosis trade to the First order" |
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Post by Thrakk Valinor on Feb 19, 2016 23:23:07 GMT -8
* After receiving the proper landing codes and entry to the planet below, the black baudo class star yacht flies down to the surface of the planet below
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Mar 17, 2016 13:49:12 GMT -8
*It wasn't long before Gavin blasted out of the planet's atmosphere and passed through orbit. He pressed on further and further away, though he never once made a jump to hyperspace. He knew what he needed to do, but did not know the location in which to head. It was going to take some time and for now, he'd drift the dark void of space as he tried to sort out his desired location.*
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 6:30:25 GMT -8
A M22-T Krayt gunship exits hyperspace, reappearing in realspace over Muunilinst's northern hemisphere. As he decreases the MandalMotors gunship's speed to ahead dead slow, Faelan turns to his co-pilot and says, "Open a comm channel and hail orbital control. Let's see if our reception is as chilly as anticipated."
"Let's hope these Imperials aren't the shoot first, ask questions later type, Raicheal mutters just loudly enough for Faelan to overhear. Taking a deep breath before opening a comm channel to Muunilinst's orbital traffic controllers, the dark haired Mandalorian drums her fingers quietly on the arm of her chair as she says, Muunilinst control, this is the Jai'galaar. We come as representatives of the Clans of Mandalore, and seek an audience with the highest ranking Imperial officer available on-world.
Faelan, his hands steepled beneath his chin as he watches the passive sensor readouts scrolling across his boards for any sign that their ship has been targeted or swept with sensors, waits patiently to learn whether or not announcing themselves as representatives of the Mando'ade in an effort to distinguish themselves from simple mercenaries such as those he has learned had recently attacked the green and blue world hanging in the sea of stars before them will deflect, even if only in a small way, any lingering ill-will or suspicion for Mandalorians that may otherwise make their task here an exceptionally challenging one.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 2, 2016 18:47:15 GMT -8
A M22-T Krayt gunship exits hyperspace, reappearing in realspace over Muunilinst's northern hemisphere. As he decreases the MandalMotors gunship's speed to ahead dead slow, Faelan turns to his co-pilot and says, "Open a comm channel and hail orbital control. Let's see if our reception is as chilly as anticipated."
"Let's hope these Imperials aren't the shoot first, ask questions later type, Raicheal mutters just loudly enough for Faelan to overhear. Taking a deep breath before opening a comm channel to Muunilinst's orbital traffic controllers, the dark haired Mandalorian drums her fingers quietly on the arm of her chair as she says, Muunilinst control, this is the Jai'galaar. We come as representatives of the Clans of Mandalore, and seek an audience with the highest ranking Imperial officer available on-world.
Faelan, his hands steepled beneath his chin as he watches the passive sensor readouts scrolling across his boards for any sign that their ship has been targeted or swept with sensors, waits patiently to learn whether or not announcing themselves as representatives of the Mando'ade in an effort to distinguish themselves from simple mercenaries such as those he has learned had recently attacked the green and blue world hanging in the sea of stars before them will deflect, even if only in a small way, any lingering ill-will or suspicion for Mandalorians that may otherwise make their task here an exceptionally challenging one.
Captain Lysander of the Mordred is one of the many decorated officers of the First Order that had served previously under the Supreme Commander. Lysander had come into the employment of Nicademus when the Imperial elevated himself to the position of Emperor. At the time, the present Captain was a part of orbital security and tended to a much smaller Raider-class Corvette. Earning distinction through various campaigns, notably the recent Unknown Regions campaign, he would be elevated to the rank of Captain and transferred to the Supreme Commander's personal fleet, Tempest Command.
Believing that the day would end like this, Lysander would be surprised when a communications officer picked up a transmission from a Mandalorian-aligned ship. The scars of Muunilist had not fully healed since a group of Mandalorians ravaged the planet and took off with much of its wealth. The Captain began to wonder if this ship was among those who had done so. Nonetheless, protocol kicked in as the Mordred moved out of its orbital trajectory and lumbered towards the M22-T Krayt gunship. The gunship would also detect an approaching Vindicator-class heavy cruiser and two Raider-class Corvettes on approach. Lysander opened a hailing frequency.This is Captain Lysander of the Mordred to Mandalorian ship, Jai'galaar, you are violating Imperial space under the military protection and jurisdiction of the First Order. You are not to move from your current position while we sensor sweep your ship before sending your request to Imperial Strategic Command. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 20:01:07 GMT -8
Chuckling wryly as he watches the Vic II and other vessels moving onto intercept courses with his Krayt gunship, Faelan tells Raicheal in a mildly amused tone, "Well, they aren't shooting yet, but they certainly aren't taking any chances either. After listening to the hail from the Mordred, Faelan tells his clanswoman, Tell them we'll comply," as he shuts down the gunship's engines, firing only maneuvering thrusters so that they cease their forward movement.
Understood, Captain Lysander, Raicheal says after reopening the comm channel, Holding position for sensor sweep.
Sensor sweeps of the gunship will reveal that two lifeforms are aboard, and that nothing aside from the vessel's standard systems, equipment and weapons systems, as well as the personal weapons of the two lifeforms are present on the ship.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Apr 2, 2016 20:12:32 GMT -8
The full report came to the hands of Captain Lysander within short time. He looks down at the data that had been gathered from the sensor sweep; nothing out of the ordinary it seemed. Two personnel, organic. No trace of explosives or any other personnel that could be hidden. A few moments later, a transmission from Imperial Strategic Command reached his command bridge. The message was passed onto the Mandalorian craft.
Your request for an audience has been approved by Imperial Strategic Command. Adhere to all Imperial law and abide by it. Security will be handled by the Supreme Commander's personal guard who will escort you to see him personally. Keep all weapons on your ship.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 20:24:38 GMT -8
Arching an eyebrow when learning that their meeting is to be with none other than the Supreme Commander of the Imperial forces, Faelan nods for Raicheal to acknowledge the Captain's message as he mentally prepares for the encounter ahead of them.
Acknowledged, Captain Lysander, Raicheal says after reopening the comm channel, We will comply with all conditions. Jai'galaar out.
Once the comm channel has been closed, Faelan brings the gunship's engines back on-line to resume their journey to the planet's surface.
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Post by Alpharius on Apr 11, 2016 17:09:41 GMT -8
Decanting out of Hyperspace, the Word of Hermes had found itself on the edge of the system containing the Imperial controlled world of Muunilinst. Every member of the Alliance had known that this was system was crucial to the rise of this new Imperial faction. However, no one had known just how essential it was. Here, the Knights of Ren had revealed themselves to the Galaxy, by beheading someone they wholeheartedly believed was a traitor to their fledgling regime. From there, the Alliance had found itself subsisting upon various rumours and reports from untrustworthy sources. They knew the Imperial Curtain was rising, but they couldn't tell how far it had risen, or what they were called for that matter. In the past, most Imperial Factions had some grand announcement that echoed through the galaxy, proclaiming the time of their rule had finally come. Despite all their glamour and grandeur, such Phoenician sects would find themselves collapsing under their own hubris. Civil Wars and Insurrections dominated the pathetic histories attached to various system spanning Empires. Somehow, some members of the Alliance had hoped this faction would find itself following that very same path. Yet, to their dismay, such had not proven to be the case.
Deep within the Imperial Sector and far behind enemy lines, the Word of Hermes began reorientating itself for another jump into hyperspace. They had made excellent time from their flight from Dantooine and Jaemus; now they had hoped they would be able to do the same with the Obtrexta Sector. Firing their thrusters, and spinning within the darkness of the void, the CR-90 had shown it's stern to the planet - though it did not return to the embrace of hyperspace. Something that kept it within the Muunilist System; that something had turned out to be the Commanding Officer of the Corvette. He had ordered the hyperdrive to standby, and to await further orders. When that command was given, he turned towards his Comms Officer and requested that he send out a single transmission pulsed across every known channel in the Sector.
:: No world is beyond our reach; No enemy shall be beyond our wrath! Death comes for the Imperium as the Red Sun Rises! ::
With his message sent, the Word of Hermes is then ordered to enter into the swirling azure tides of hyperspace once more.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2016 19:29:16 GMT -8
*Raine froze when Faelan said that she could stay with him and his family. She couldn't find the what to say right away.* "y..yes. I mean..thank you!"
As he adjusts the course his M22-T has been holding to as they made their way further out of Muunilinist's gravity well, Faelan nods his chin over his shoulder as he suggests a bit brusquely in Mando'a, "Why don't you both head aft, see what there is to eat maybe, and then rest?"
Getting the hint, and having known her clansman long enough to know what may be behind his suggestion, Raicheal smiles as she motions for Raine to follow her aft while asking her, "When is the last time you ate, Raine? Let's leave Faelan to the piloting, hm, and we'll go and find something to entertain ourselves?" * You're welcome, little one |
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Post by Raine Bralor on Apr 26, 2016 21:15:47 GMT -8
*Raines stomach almost growled at the mention of food. She got up and followed after Raicheal deeper into the ship.* "I haven't eaten in a little over a day. At least I think it's been that long. Kinda lost track on my way here."
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2016 19:07:25 GMT -8
"Well, Raicheal says in Mando'a with a sympathetic frown, let's see what we have to quell that rumbling in your belly then, shall we?"
Once they have arrived in the small galley area, Raicheal has Raine take a seat and then sets a loaf of Haarshun bread in front of the girl after reconstituting it in water, "Start on that, she explains, while I see what else I can find for you. Not long afterwards, Raicheal places a large bowl of Gi dumpling soup in front of Raine, and adds a slice of Uj'alayi and a mug of shig to round the makeshift meal out. That should do for a start, Raicheal says, setting about cleaning up to give Raine space and time to eat, but let me know if you're still hungry and we can make more."
Letting Raine decide whether or not talk while she eats, Raicheal focuses on restoring the galley to the level of cleanliness she typically maintains while, after the ship has cleared the planet's gravity well, it enters hyperspace to begin the journey home.
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Post by Raine Bralor on May 2, 2016 20:53:28 GMT -8
*Raine wasted no time digging into the food tjat Raicheal put in front of her. She was silent for a while as she ate. After a couple o minutes, she began to slow down as other questions surfaced in her mind. Turning her attention back to the woman near her, she decided to ask the question on her mind.* "So, why are you here? On Muunilist I mean."
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jun 10, 2016 17:50:11 GMT -8
Three ships made their way out of the hanger of the Tianlong, carrier ship for the 12th Novatrooper Battalion. Two were Gamma-class shuttles, while the third was a Sentinel-class shuttle. On board were the 1st company & the 1st security platoon, along with the battalion Major Marcos. Making their way safely away from the planet. the three jumped into hyperspace, heading to the far side of the galaxy & the little cared for world of Tatooine.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jun 20, 2016 7:06:16 GMT -8
Two ships emerged from hyperspace, the smaller of the two was an ancient Hammerhead Class Cruiser, the Equinox. The larger, a Bulwark III Battle Cruiser, the Tarkin, Zuka stood before the observation window on the bridge of the Equinox as a communications officer began hailing the proper authorities in the sector. As Zuka peered out towards the busy world teeming with life, he reflected on his family. He felt divided, his cousin was clearly not in favor of him seeking out this new imperial movement, but the imperial way of life was all Zuka had known, but he vowed to himself that if he was not satisfied with the movement he would return to Eriadu. Equinox Communications Officer: Attention Muunilist Planetary Security, this is the Tarkin Estate Security Force: Equinox and Tarkin. Lord Zuka Zammanee Tarkin is onboard and seeking an audience with representatives of the imperial forces here. Please advise. Zuka broke his concentration from the observation glass and swung his cloak around as he turned and headed for the communications officer's work station. To his bridge crew Zuka was an intimidating force, he decided to wear his old Grand Moff uniform in the traditional Galactic Empire style, the uniform was all grey including the cloak draped over him. Zuka awaited their reply...
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 23, 2016 17:49:27 GMT -8
There was a long silence to the communication sent by the Equinox. Even the orbiting fleet kept with its plotted trajectories. The appearance of such an ancient ship did not seem to warrant an aggressive response by the Imperials. Yet, in due time, a response was given as a transmission was hailed from the surface. The transmission came from the Imperial Strategic Command Security Force.
This is Captain Julian of the Imperial Strategic Command Security Force. Your request has been accepted by the Supreme Commander. Please respect and abide by all law within this space. By order of our leader, however, you are permitted only a small guard of a twenty to land with you. I will be awaiting your arrival at the landing pad.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jun 24, 2016 9:41:16 GMT -8
Upon hearing the response Zuka began the trek to the ship's hangar bay. The new captain of the Equinox attempted in vain to have Zuka accompanied when a security detail, but the veteran communications officer shook his head. With Zuka on his way to the shuttle, the engineers scrambled to prep the shuttle before his arrival. The communications officer then replied with an acknowledgement.
=Communications Officer=
We acknowledge your request, Lord Tarkin will begin his landing shortly.
After a brief journey through his vessel Zuka arrives at the hangar bay. The pilots and engineers were just barely able to have the ship ready for their commander in time of his arrival. No words were exchanged, none were needed. The shuttle rose up off the platform and slowly maneuvered out into the vastness of open space. Once clear of the Equinox, the shuttle veers off toward the planet in the direction of the imperial command center.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Jul 8, 2016 8:16:10 GMT -8
Zuka's shuttle emerges from the planet's atmosphere, soon the vessel docks within the Tarkin's docking bay. Moments later the massive Bulwark III and the Hammerhead Cruiser disappear into hyperspace for separate destinations.
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Post by Kurōn on Jul 9, 2016 21:43:09 GMT -8
The Barloz-Class Freighter, Velvet Rose exited hyperspace within high orbit of the former IGBC planet of Muunilinst. Vlad sat in the pilot's seat, ensuring the ship transitioned smoothly from hyperspace to real space. His R2 unit, 'Clank' was already plugged in and monitoring the ship's status. Vlad extended his perceptions out towards the planet. Aside for a disturbingly odd tremor within the Force, there was nothing to alert him to foul play.
"Alright Clank, I sense no deception emanating from the planet below. We should be clear for now. Let's got find our snitch of a Muun and get him off-world before the planetary leadership knows he's here. I'd rather not go flashing my lightsabers around on a strange planet deep in the Imperial sector. If the rumors are true, then there could be a heavy Imperial presence on this planet. Luckily our documentation is in order. They shouldn't question beyond that."
Vlad hoped he was correct in his assumption.
"Transmit the landing codes we received from our client. They may be older Imperial codes, but they should get us onto the planet."
The R2 unit beeped and warbled as it complied with its new orders. With the codes being sent, Vlad angled the ship towards the planet and slowly began to descend. He wasn't in a rush, nor was he eager to tip off the Imperials. The dated landing codes he had received were from Sinistra's Empire, but they should allow him to get th the surface without having to interact with anyone. The older codes were automatically sent down to Munnilinst Traffic Control. If there was a problem with the codes, they would be the ones to pick it up, though the Velvet Rose used to frequent Munnilinst among other worlds before it came into Vlad's possession as it had been a smuggling vessel, so hopefully that would play into his favor.
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Post by Viox Savage on Jul 25, 2016 19:59:39 GMT -8
The Lambda-Class Shuttle hauling the High Admiral made its way up from the planet. It would then dock with the Nebula-Class Star Destroyer in high orbit over the planet. Once the shuttle was secured, all of the ships under Void Command would begin to move away from the planet's gravity well. Once clear, Void Command would disappear into hyperspace, bound for Iridonia.
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