Galdaart Fel
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Feb 13, 2017 17:49:41 GMT -8
...and so, time passed. If you'd asked him why this, why now, Galdaart Fel couldn't have told you. Fact was, he was happier in space, than on land. They had lifted off from Serenno, with no clear direction in mind. They had no leads. No course. No money. Nowhere special to be (Malora...) and enough fuel for maybe two jumps. And so they burned away from the planet mass, far enough that they could drift, and then Fel cut the engines, cut everything to the bare minimum of power output, and drifted. Like a chunk of rock in space. He watched the comms, praying (yes, he may actually have said a prayer -- to who? I'm not telling.) for Draykon to come through. He occasionally checked the Holonet for traces of the crew. But not as often as you might think. He was no slicer, and the crew typically covered their tracks too well to simply pop up on someone's want-ad. It got cold aboard the Mantis. Real cold. See-your-breath-cold. But Fel didn't care. He grabbed a blanket from the berth, and wrapped himself in it, cocooning himself in his chair on the flight deck. Sometimes Serenno came into view as the craft slowly pirouetted through the nothing. Sometimes just stars. Stars for days and days.
The whole thing was enough to drive Melia nuts. Took her a few days to make her peace with it. Stop calling Fel a crazy knifing, sodding bastard no-good sonovabitch. Stop stomping and climbing the walls, in a figurative sense. He took it all in stride. Had to. She wanted momentum. Wanted him to find what he was after. Wanted it all to end. And staying out here was like purgatory. But after awhile, she came and sat with him. Her breath pluming out like a feather from a dandy's cap. Sometimes they talked. About Taung. About her life. About the past. About the stars. Feel didn't talk much about himself, but if she asked, he answered. Figure they got to know each-other pretty well in those days.
And Fel got worse. Not that he looked much different, or sounded much different. But he could feel it. The disease, at the corner of his lips like a hangover. He kept himself as still and as inactive as possible, but his mind was always busy, always churning, never content. A few times, he strongly considered powering up and heading for a likely place -- the Run, Coruscant, or somewhere to let Melia off, and let her get on with her life. But on the occasion he had voiced it to her, she'd told him in no uncertain terms she'd have none of it. She was in, for the long haul.
He lost count of the days. Lost track of Serenno. Let the frost obscure the view screen.
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Evikay Lambri
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Post by Evikay Lambri on May 20, 2017 5:04:18 GMT -8
What was left of the Kartzela escort group -- the Vic II destroyer 'Terror VI,' The Vindicator cruiser 'Georgian' and her own ship, the Vic II 'Pulsar' emerged from hyperspace, and for several moments, all was silence. Evi waited for the inevitable reports of damage, casualties and capabilities, and within a heartbeat of that thought, the comms channels erupted with traffic from her three seriously damaged vessels. She glanced at all the reports, mentally taking note of the worst news, but keeping mum until something altered her thinking. And the only thing that would alter her thinking was a report that one of the vessels was unfit for a second jump. She ticked off the seconds in her head, hoping for the arrival of another of her ships, but knowing that it was unlikely. All three vessels were negative combat capability, but unless there were hunks falling off, she was making a second jump in thirty seconds.
Twenty.
Ten.
Then -- there it was. The one thing that would make her pause. The Georgian reported temporary loss of main drive units. She snarled in frustration, slammed her fist into the arm of her chair. "Kark." She shot a look at her comms officer, and the man nodded in reply, already knowing what she would ask for.
Channel open, ma'am.
Escort group, stand down jump #2. Terror, advance to flank Georgian on her Starboard side. We'll take post on Port. We jump as soon as their systems are back online. That's all. Stay frosty.
Now that they were back in harm's way, she really started pouring over the reports. it wasn't good. they could hold off a fighter attack, but capital ships? ...not for long. All she could do was sweat, and wait.
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Evikay Lambri
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Post by Evikay Lambri on May 27, 2017 9:34:59 GMT -8
Georgian reports power restored, Ma'am.
Lambri released the breath she didn't know she'd been holding, and unclenched her fists, nodding her head in acceptance of the first good news they'd had in an hour. Nodding back at her comms officer, she addressed her three remaining crews.
This is Captain Lambri. You have all done exemplary service today, under the most strenuous of conditions. I will see to it you are all commended at the highest level. We're jumping back to rejoin the fleet. You will get the rest and relief you all so greatly deserve. Well done, all of you, from the gunnery stations to the mad-labs, engineering to command crews, enlisted and officer corps alike. I offer you my salute. Lambri out.
She nodded to the navigation station, and the command was sent out to the three ships - 'Terror,' 'Georgian,' and the flag ship, 'Pulsar' to make the jump to Muunilinst.
"Thank the Gods..."
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jun 6, 2017 10:41:46 GMT -8
The Nebula-Class Star Destroyer exited hyperspace mere seconds before the remaining ships of the Kartzela escort fleet jumped away. As the massive ship decelerated, the 'enemy' had managed to slip away. Not a good sign. Lord Dracus was definitely going to be displeased. There were survivors, witnesses to the business he was conducting. And Lord Dracus hated loose ends and witnesses. With the sheer luck of their escape, the Terra Nova's commanding officer ordered the ship to come about and jump back to regroup with the rest of Cain's fleet...
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Post by Chase Hargrave [Retired] on Jun 9, 2017 19:42:10 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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Galdaart Fel
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jun 9, 2017 20:21:02 GMT -8
...and so, time passed. If you'd asked him why this, why now, Galdaart Fel couldn't have told you. Fact was, he was happier in space, than on land. They had lifted off from Serenno, with no clear direction in mind. They had no leads. No course. No money. Nowhere special to be (Malora...) and enough fuel for maybe two jumps. And so they burned away from the planet mass, far enough that they could drift, and then Fel cut the engines, cut everything to the bare minimum of power output, and drifted. Like a chunk of rock in space. He watched the comms, praying (yes, he may actually have said a prayer -- to who? I'm not telling.) for Draykon to come through. He occasionally checked the Holonet for traces of the crew. But not as often as you might think. He was no slicer, and the crew typically covered their tracks too well to simply pop up on someone's want-ad. It got cold aboard the Mantis. Real cold. See-your-breath-cold. But Fel didn't care. He grabbed a blanket from the berth, and wrapped himself in it, cocooning himself in his chair on the flight deck. Sometimes Serenno came into view as the craft slowly pirouetted through the nothing. Sometimes just stars. Stars for days and days.
The whole thing was enough to drive Melia nuts. Took her a few days to make her peace with it. Stop calling Fel a crazy knifing, sodding bastard no-good sonovabitch. Stop stomping and climbing the walls, in a figurative sense. He took it all in stride. Had to. She wanted momentum. Wanted him to find what he was after. Wanted it all to end. And staying out here was like purgatory. But after awhile, she came and sat with him. Her breath pluming out like a feather from a dandy's cap. Sometimes they talked. About Taung. About her life. About the past. About the stars. Feel didn't talk much about himself, but if she asked, he answered. Figure they got to know each-other pretty well in those days.
And Fel got worse. Not that he looked much different, or sounded much different. But he could feel it. The disease, at the corner of his lips like a hangover. He kept himself as still and as inactive as possible, but his mind was always busy, always churning, never content. A few times, he strongly considered powering up and heading for a likely place -- the Run, Coruscant, or somewhere to let Melia off, and let her get on with her life. But on the occasion he had voiced it to her, she'd told him in no uncertain terms she'd have none of it. She was in, for the long haul.
He lost count of the days. Lost track of Serenno. Let the frost obscure the view screen.
Fel had listened to a lot of comms in the past (How long, Mel?) ...six weeks. Here he sat, on the bridge, frost covering almost every surface, huddled under a blanket, waiting for the comms that would never arrive. And yet, in all this time with nothing to do, what had he done? Something Fel hadn't done in years. A decade, maybe. He read about the news of the 'verse. Read about the state of Governments he still couldn't quite bring himself to give a good goddamn about, but it was more looking outward than Galdaart Fel had done in a very long time. The pilot tensed his gloved hands above the controls, in a mental tug-of-war with himself. What if it was all gone? What if his skills were dulled by his illness? What if he walked in on autopilot, and flew them all to an early grave? What if it failed, and he never saw her again? He looked around at his current situation. Adrift. Freezing. Cut loose from everything any everyone. Enough fuel for two jumps, maybe.
What if he did nothing?His hands poised over the controls for another moment, and then moved, pressing the sequence that would start the ship, waking her from her long slumber. Melia immediately appeared in the doorway. "What is it? Word from Draykon? Intel about your crew?" He smiled, and swivelled slowly in the right-hand seat to face her, shrugging. "Someone's looking for a pilot." She looked at him, dumb-founded. "You sat here, content to freeze and drift, for six week, give or take... and now, "someone needs a pilot?!" He laced his fingers behind his head, placing his boots up on the console. "Something like that, yah." She shook her head, stomping out of the flight deck, muttering under her breath. Moments later, the D5 disappeared into the stars. |
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 3, 2017 3:08:46 GMT -8
A MC-90 Cruiser cane out of hyperspace. Several CSI Landing Ships belonging to House Dooku came out of its hangar, descending to the planet’s surface.
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 3, 2017 3:36:02 GMT -8
Every rich star system needs defense, and the House wasn’t planning of ignoring this. A fleet of ships blockaded the system. Currently, command was centered aboard the MC-90 Cruiser, but Vanessa had much grander plans in place. For in the orbit of Serenno, the beginnings of a Firestar-Class orbital defense platform we’re taking shape. This would serve as the new command for the planet’s defense.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Oct 8, 2017 19:16:27 GMT -8
==Rearming Dooku SL==
<<106 PP; P5 Sector, Serenno>>
The BC-714 stuttered into existence well out from the planetary well of the planet. According to its IFF signals, it was part of the Mandalorian Assembly, specifically it was BC-289, The Conclave of God, of the Infinite Imperium. It was arriving in system to finish & formalize the negotiations for a rather large construction project that the newly installed leader wished to embark on. Following the standard flight paths in system, the ship because broadcasting on the channel instructed & waited for further instructions.
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 9, 2017 12:37:46 GMT -8
The radio officer of the MC-90 cruiser caught the incoming transmission as it went out. Knowing that the House was expecting them, he immediately got back.
Conclave of God, this is the Independent, we’ve been expecting you. You are cleared direct to Carannia.
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Post by Standash Thul on Oct 20, 2017 21:49:31 GMT -8
Out of Hyperspace comes a CR90 Corvette. Mirrored green panels reflect the system's central star and the planet below. 12 T-85 X-wings follow out and take up formation around the Corvette. Behind them, 6 A-wings, painted in the same chrome green as the larger ship. The A-wings had no armaments but their engines looked bigger and glowed brighter than normal. The commander of the Corvette opened a channel to the planet below.
The is the Unknown Tounge arriving. Her Highness, Princess Standash Thur of Alderaan, President of the Galactic Alliance Senate here to speak with the Count. Requesting landing clearance for ourselves and escorts.
In her quarters, Standash waits and prepares herself. She was meeting with a Jedi. She had been trained to keep her emotions in check, being imposible to read in the Force. Drilled into her were these skills. This was not training, here she had to be ready. This planet would be a great new member of the GA, and the more members it got the stronger it would be. Her job was clear, get them to join.
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 21, 2017 4:53:32 GMT -8
A group of Nantex-Class fighters flew up to greet the corvette and it’s escorts. Aboard it, the lead commando droid replied quickly to the transmission.
Unknown Tongue, this is SD-1. You are clear to land at the Royal Hangar in Carannia. Do not deviate from your present course. We will escort you there.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Oct 23, 2017 11:47:48 GMT -8
Out of hyperspace, a Crescent-class transport blinked into existence with a actinic blue flash, slowly cruising toward the planet. Onboard, Janos Galfridian dressed himself in the Captain's cabin - while the ship's pilot droid dealt with orbital security.
Serenno Orbital Control, Crescent-class Transport "Sable" requesting permission to land; we should be expected by one Count Dooku.
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The Sable Count
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Post by The Sable Count on Oct 23, 2017 12:49:52 GMT -8
Planetary security responded quickly.
Sable, this is planetary security; you have been cleared direct to the spaceport. The Count has been made aware of your arrival.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Oct 23, 2017 12:55:50 GMT -8
Slowly, the Crescent transport headed to the surface.
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Post by House of D'Ordinii on Nov 1, 2017 17:45:21 GMT -8
==Rearming Dooku SL==
<<106 PP; P5 Sector, Serenno>>
With the formal advisement & contracts agreed to, the first of the two factory variant lucrehulk ships arrived in system. It would likely be another few weeks before the other ship was on station as well, but until then the first ship would continue as planned. It did not come alone though, a cargo variant was tagging along behind it, fully loaded with the raw materials that would be used by the factory, it would take some time before it needed to be replaced with another full CV.
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Post by Krennel Gulch on Nov 9, 2017 17:19:06 GMT -8
For the first time in nearly eighty years, a Confederate warship appears in the skies above Serenno. Not a massive Lucrehulk or a sturdy Munificent, but a Providence class dreadnought, one of the smaller series. The ship request permission for a shuttle containing Admiral Krennel Gulch to land.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Aug 2, 2018 20:13:12 GMT -8
An Acclamator Transport ship slipped out of hyperspace and began a leisurely orbit around the planet. It's loitering presence was marked by the departure of a few Lambda shuttles that descended for the planet to prepare for it's arrival.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Aug 3, 2018 10:38:50 GMT -8
The ship began its descent through the atmosphere just as the Lambda shuttles docked. Heat buildup from the pressure of descent washed over the shields and the ship groaned under its own weight.
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Post by Edward James Wright on Aug 3, 2018 17:11:26 GMT -8
Four Acclamator Transport ships slipped into realspace and began loitering around the planet. They were loaded with building materials and supplies, ready to descend when called upon to unload their contents.
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