Jethroe Staton
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Post by Jethroe Staton on Mar 4, 2014 14:01:06 GMT -8
As Nathan Malreaux's Rogue exited hyperspace and approached orbit around Yavin IV, the Hardpoint identified the vessel's presence on sensors. After the pilot had identified himself, the Hardpoint's communications officer relayed the transmission to the Basterd's Hand, where Admiral Jethroe Staton picked it up via his command chair's commlink. The name "Nathan" rang a bell in his mind, as did the name of the vessel and its transponder codes. After checking the information against old log data from his days leading the Yavin IV Defense Force under the Eastern Outer Rim Alliance and the Yavin IV Praxeum, Staton thought he had a solid idea of who was piloting the newly arrived ship. He connected his command chair with that of the vessel's shared frequency and introduced himself.
Nathan...Malreaux, I believe? I am Admiral Jethroe Staton, formerly of the Yavin Four Defense Force, now of the Galactic Security Assistance Force. I believe we may know one another, or at least share a mutual acquaintance, Ander Tagira. Currently, we are transitioning responsibility of this system and its assets over to the Republic forces you see in orbit. I can defer you to their authority, though I doubt you'll have any trouble securing landing permissions. If you require any assistance or supplies, our forces on the planet's surface will gladly assist you. I am transmitting the commlink frequency belonging to our ground commander, Lieutenant Coronel Hunter Ynoa, to you right now.
Staton released the transmission key on his command chair and waited for the man's reply. If this were Nathan Malreaux, Ander Tagira may desire to speak with him, if Malreaux were interested. The two men shared a history of sorts, though Staton was not apprised as to the nature of their relationship. Hopefully their last interactions had been positive ones, though Staton knew better than to assume Tagira had enjoyed positive relations with anyone in his checkered past.
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Nathan Malreaux
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 4, 2014 14:20:38 GMT -8
*Nathan's eyebrows rose at the rapid reply, and the unsettling information. They knew about him? And Malreaux... why did that name nag at the back of his head so insistently? The haggard pilot swallowed hard, and hesitated for a second before replying to the Admiral.*
:: Uhm... I have to confess first that I suffered an episode of near-to-complete amnesia approximately three standard years ago. The name Malreaux is not familiar to me, nor is the name Ander Tagira. I welcome any assistance, although my primary objective is, if my past identity is known to you or Tagira, to discover just that. ::
*Nathan paused as his ship's computer registered the incoming frequency transmission transfer, and sighed before resuming his reply*
:: Transmission received Admiral. Please forward my regards to Tagira, and my desire to meet him planetside. I will contact Lt. Col. Ynoa now. ::
*Once his transmission with Admiral Staton was cut, Nathan sent off a recorded message on the frequency he had been given, and sat back to wait... wondering if these Yavinites had any cantinas available.*
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Mar 4, 2014 14:50:22 GMT -8
As things were still scrambled on the planet's surface it was a few minutes before anyone replied to Nathan. When a reply did come, it seemed a bit confused although apologetic.
Yavin Flight Control here. Situation is stabilizing itself.
The fellow quickly cross-referenced 'Nathan Malreaux' with the Temple roster and arched an eyebrow at what he found. He seemed to have left some time ago with no forwarding address. However, he had seen odder things before. So, he transmitted the hangar bay coordinates to the Rogue.
Coordinates coming through now, and uhm---may the Force be with you down there, Master Malreaux.
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Nathan Malreaux
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Post by Nathan Malreaux on Mar 4, 2014 15:26:02 GMT -8
*Nathan snorted and then jolted up from the dozing nap he had fallen into during his wait for the confirmation that finally came through. Groaning as a sudden hangover headache began to throb in his temples, he suddenly paused and squinted at his comm, frowning as he recalled the title the flight controller had designated him. Master Malreaux. He had already accepted that he may very well be this Malreaux fellow they claimed to think he was... but Master? As in a Jedi Master?*
*Nathan's right hand fell down to stroke the curved lightsaber attached to his belt. He rarely used the damned thing, for fear of making a mistake... he had known he must have been a Jedi, a Knight probably... but a full-out Master? That took a bit more for Nathan to swallow. Masters were supposed to be stoic, collected, sage Masters of wisdom. What could have caused a Jedi Master to have fallen so low?*
*A sudden surge of pride nearly caused Nathan to turn his ship around and zip into hyperspace, never to return. He was better then this, he didn't need all of these issues, didn't need to help these squalling Jedi on their mission of peace...*
~Nathan... they need you again... it will be fine, trust them...~
*That threw Nathan for a turn. That goddamned voice that had driven him nearly insane during the early days of his new life, once he had awoken with no memory. Her voice, the one that made him bleed emotionally, felt so raw, so angry, confused, pained... like he was missing a huge part of himself deep down, stripped away...*
*Inhaling slowly, Nathan's hands gripped the the handles of the steering mechanism with sweaty palms, and slowly pushed it forward, down to Yavin IV, mentally berating himself all the way down...*
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Mike Frantz
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Post by Mike Frantz on Mar 6, 2014 8:52:37 GMT -8
I watch as the swirling tunnel of colors resolve itself into the normal star streaks and then dots commonly seen in the Yavin system. I hadn't been back here since the beginning of the mandalorian attack. It looked different, and not just because there are different ships in orbit. Looking at all of the transponder codes on my screen I decide to go with the direct and least time consuming route as I flick my comm over to an open channel.
Ander, I'm here for a talk. Although I never personally knew Ander all that well I had worked with in on some level when he was still in the order so I figured he'd at least want to talk. I hadn't bothered to identify myself as I'm sure everyone's scanners could Identify my YT-1930, Daystar, and figure out who I was. Truthfully I'd just had a long journey and really didn't feel like explaining myself too much.
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Jethroe Staton
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Post by Jethroe Staton on Mar 6, 2014 15:03:24 GMT -8
As a YT-1930 freighter, broadcasting as the Daystar, entered space over Yavin IV, GALSAF's fleet sensors identified the vessel and relayed its proceeding transmission to the primary commchannel of the Basterd's Hand's communications pit. Ander, I'm here for a talk. Came the curt words of a man GALSAF's intelligence resources identified as a Jedi named Mike Frantz. The comms officer connected the Daystar's open channel to Ander Tagira's private communication frequency. Ander himself was on the planet's surface, in conversation with Nathan Malreaux, though he took a brief moment to reply to Frantz's self-introduction. Ander's reply was as succinct as Mike's own. Frantz, I'm down in the Great Temple hangar bay. I'll see you soon.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2014 0:41:33 GMT -8
The Lancer-class Frigate Battlegroup's Pibooka and Hutar detached from the Republic fleet and began running clean up operations on debris littered around Yavin IV's orbit to clean up the air space. The Lancer's marked any debris they found and transmitted the information between each other, whilst using their tractor beams to move pieces back to the Yub Nub, whilst smaller transports deployed from the Nebula's to assist in clearing up some of the smaller pieces.
Meanwhile the Republic technicians went about their work of repairing the Yavin Station, managing to repair the structural damage and get most of the major systems online, such as life support, artificial gravity and stabalising thrusters. A small group of Republic Techs was assigned to collecting any bodies, arms, and armour left on the station. The fallen Mandalorians would be transported to Mandalore, whilst the Jedi Bodies would be transported planetside, before being cremated, as per the Jedi way
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2014 10:03:17 GMT -8
In theory, it should not be possible for a ship to exit hyperspace backwards. In theory, even if it could, it shouldn't be tumbling end over end. Theory had never met the walking disaster that was Mike Hamish in a ship.
Even with the inertial damper cranked all the way up and the artificial gravity online, Mike was still finding it very hard to not be violently ill all over the cockpit. The stars and the alarmingly huge ball of red gas that was Yavin were whirling across the viewscreen with alarming rapidity. Alexis had taught him just enough to get from point A to point B, so long as the autopilot was functioning. That had crapped out five minutes after making the last jump. So had navigation. And life support was looking a little iffy.
He knew his best bet was to let the large mass shadow of Yavin pull him out of hyperspace. That was easy enough. What he didn't count on was the mass shadow of a small asteroid just barely catching him in a gravitational eddy where the two wells met. The autopilot could have corrected automatically. Too bad it wasn't working.
A normal pilot would have panicked. But then again, a normal pilot wouldn't be a Jedi, and it took more than a potentially fatal oscillation to make a Jedi panic.
Okay, Alexis had covered what to do in the event of a spin. Find the primary axis of rotation and carefully correct in the opposite direction. Trust in the Force to guide your hands. That's what it was there for, as far as pilots were concerned. Mike made his corrections, and sure enough, the tumble slowed to a stop, with the ship pointing in the right direction. Now it was time to take stock. Without navigation, going back into hyperspace was out of the question. If he had been in deep space, Mike would have been in serious trouble. Fortunately, the blue-green marble that was Yavin IV stood out against the gas giant, and that's where he wanted to go. He carefully pointed the nose in the right direction and applied acceleration. He had to make corrections every few minutes, so as to account for the moon's motion, but it was a pretty big target. In under an hour, Mike was parked in a rough but stable geosynchronous orbit around the moon and contacted ATC.
Yavin ATC, this is Jedi Knight Hamish, on the unnamed freighter designated E-546329, requesting clearance to land. Also, I would advise you to have emergency crews on standby, because I've never tried this with a busted autopilot before.
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Post by Alexis Karidian on Mar 17, 2014 10:14:50 GMT -8
Yavin ATC here. You are clear for the Praxeum---
It is always interesting when the raised eyebrows and stifled mirth of someone on the other end of an audio only transmission are practically visible in front of one's self.
To be quite fair though, this was more exciting in a fun way than things had been around here lately. And when the semi-crackly voice of the current on duty official of ATC keyed up the mic to respond there was definitely the sound of a cut-off snort, while he seemed a bit breathless (the view on the sensor screen was entertaining in the extreme, though the Republic couldn't have offered him or his comrades enough money to experience that kind of flight first-hand.
Transmitting you coordinates now. Just outside the hangar bay maneuvering tractor beams should catch you and guide you in, it's a safety feature to keep damaged ships or injured pilots from wiping out the hangar.
"A busted autopilot? Exiting hyperspace backward? I hope you saw that too..." The controller leaned forward and tagged the data-file accordingly so they could review it later.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2014 10:26:51 GMT -8
Roger, and thank you. This is unnamed freighter E....something or another, out.
"Okay, just a little bit more. Come on, hold together.
With shields set to double-front, Mike nosed the battered freighter forward and dove towards the coordinates provided. He had been warned that the ship was on its last leg, but for 50 credits and half a sandwich, it was one hell of a deal, regardless. He suspected that the previous owner would save more in taxes by getting rid of it dirt cheap than he would if he tried to scrap it.
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Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Mar 19, 2014 10:25:29 GMT -8
The Carrack-class cruiser exiting hyperspace outside Yavin's defenses slowed to a cruising speed as it approached the orbital fleets guarding the wrecked Jedi moon. While the Carrack Refuge was an armed ship according to basic military specs, it was bearing the hallmarks, crew and supplies of a Republic war-relief vessel.
Doctor Levi Rose, from his seat in the Captain's chair, almost gagged at the sight of the planet. "I swore to the three faces of the Goddess I wouldn't come back here. But money trumps religion every time."
Arianna, his constant friend since med-school, wrinkled her nose and blinked her fresh, bacta grown eye at him. "Isn't that sacrilege to say such a thing in your religion?"
"On paper, yes." Levi opened his jacket, removed a durasteel flask. "For which I will now offer a ritual toast of forgiveness. Corellian whiskey, in the name of my goddess."
Down the hatch. Fourth one today... Aw yeah...
"It is also sacrilege to deny reality, and in reality I owe 800,000 credits to the Republic for my very prestigious and very fun schooling. If they say 'Foreswear your holy vows or declare bankruptcy' then I chuck the holy book out the window. Oh, I remember that light from Coruscant. They're hailing us, aren't they?"
Without waiting for the com officer's response, Levi hit the transmission button to orbital control.
::Republic-slash-Jedi fleet. This is the Praxeum's former doctor, Leviathan Rosenfield, aboard the Republic relief vessel Refuge. We're coming in with a load of technicians and supplies to restock the medbay... and for me to resume my indentured servitude to the Jedi Order. Please respond with the landing clearance and coordinates.::
"Wow. You actually sounded sober for that one."
Levi glared at his companion. ::And a kitten. I want a kitten, too.::
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2014 23:49:38 GMT -8
A comms crew member aboard the Yub Nub picked up the Carrack class Cruiser as it exited hyperspace, before hailing them and requesting permission to land. The crew member quickly checked in with Admiral Ju'unthor, before responding to the Refuge
=Comms Technician=
Refuge, you are cleared to land at the Yavin IV Praxeum. Admiral Ju'unthor will meet you groundside in the Temple Hangar Bay... As for the kitten... uhm, I can't guarantee anything Sir...
With that, co-ordinates to the Yavin IV Praxeum Hangar Bay were transmitted to the Refuge a couple seconds later
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Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Mar 21, 2014 8:04:16 GMT -8
::I WILL have a kitten present at the landing site, Yavin control! Or else nobody down there gets vaccinated against Grey Fever!::
With that, Levi switched off the com and nodded to the navigation droid. The Refuge lurched on an angle, beginning a slow descent the former Jedi Temple.
"You're not going to withhold those vaccinations." Arianna said matter-of-factly.
"I can and I will. I have post-trauma disorder! I need a small furry animal to keep me company at night."
"First off, withholding those vaccines is akin to cruel and unusual punishment. You know what Grey Fever does to the digestive system. The Republic will jail you in a heartbeat. And second, the only felines native to Yavin IV have poisonous bites."
"Poisonous... cats? I want four!"
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Apr 10, 2014 15:57:47 GMT -8
*Crystaall's YT-1300 Dragon Hawke shot out of Yavin's atmosphere and directed its course toward the Basterd's Hand with Crystaall hitting the comlink with quick reflexes.*
-Basterd's Hand, this is Crystaall of the Dragon Hawke, requesting permission to dock as we both wait for Ander's return to the frigate.-
*Crystaall believed this was enough to allow GALSAF command to let her dock and finally see the inside of Ander's forces. She was after all a powerful ally in his eyes.*
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 25, 2014 14:54:12 GMT -8
*A dark gray YT-1930 came out of hyperspace close to Yavin. It made its approach, circling the planet until the destined moon came into view. Stopping just enough out of range to allow the full moon to rest in front of him, he gazed upon it with fond eyes. He had once resided here as a Jedi. But that was so long ago and he had learned many things, betrayal one such thing. But that was another time, another life.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts he set the ship to hover in orbit as he made his way to the quarters that Kaytra possessed. He did not enter but simply knocked.*
"I wanted to let you know that we have arrived and are resting in orbit of Yavin IV."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 14:56:57 GMT -8
The trip through hyperspace was essentially a boring trip. For the first few hours, I utilized a security pin that Gordon could investigate to check the drive for any viruses, Trojans horses, or back doors that could connect this drive back to the agents of the network. Finding none I spent the next portion putting final touches on two projects i had been working on. The first being Project: Bigman, the Exosuit for Jedi master Rawkill. because of my leave i had not gotten all of the details from the jedi master in regards to the way he would prefer combat integration for Extra-vehicular combat. in the plans i drew, i provided plans for additional sync points if the Ewok chose for receiving the implant that would connect to the brainstem and into the Thalamus. the primary plan for the moment would be a body suit Rawkill could wear into battle with micro transmitters woven into the threads that would receive the data from any particular movement, and translate that into movement for the droid. The other project was Labeled Project: Go. During an inconvenient nap, I had a darksight vision… with the republic choosing to stand against the Jedi, and any notes of cooperation and brotherhood were thrown aside. the detailed project in this folder was the physical necessities for a change of identity. a set of robes designed for functionality on the road as well as substantive defense incase of attack and a unique set of weapons to be created should conflict be unavoidable. I viewed both projects as important, but i placed importance on the secrecy with which i held “Go” since i did not intend to cause mistrust towards my colleagues… but it would not leave my mind about the possibility that something like this could happen.
as the ship twinkled into warp, I did not know what to expect. So instead of waiting to find out, i checked in.
::Yavin control this is Jedi Master Tuhlute… authorization code Gamma Zeta Delta Two Seven… returning from leave, I would request audience with Master Rawkill and Goran Beviin when i touch down.::
and with that I waited, I probably did not to thanks to the authorization code i gave, but I wanted to set the example that everyone followed the rules set forth, even myself.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 16:46:14 GMT -8
*Kaytra woke with a start, her body crying out in pain from the abrupt jolt. Her mind began to wrap around what Gavin said. Time seemed to have sped up once she closed her eyes, it felt she had only just laid down and they were already there.* "That was quicker then I thought." *Letting out a slow breath, she braced herself to sit up. Using the strength in her prosthetic parts, she slowly forced herself into a sitting position. Carefully she moved her legs over the side of the bed. She wasn't entirely sure what damage had been done to her prosthetic legs. But from what she could hear from the servos in her right leg, it wasn't good.*
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 25, 2014 18:19:36 GMT -8
*Gavin entered the room, ready to help her as needed.* "Sleep tends to do that. The deeper the sleep the faster reality seems to twist around you."
*He heard the sounds of her prosthetics and though he had no knowledge how how they worked and their condition, he could only assume they weren't in good shape. It was much more fortunate they made it here quickly.* "I take it you want to try and land in the hangers?" *Most logic would assume it to be a yes, but Gavin looked at multiple situations. He had no clue whether they'd simply let anyone land in the hangers or if they'd be shot down on approach. He, himself, had gotten used to landing in random wilderness many times for training or exile.*
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Post by Deleted on Jul 25, 2014 19:31:48 GMT -8
It was another quiet night for Yavin Control as the night dragged on without a ship entering normal space to be seen for parsecs. for Jonnas Deber it might have been a way to cut off at midnight and get an early nights rest. however, two vessels decided to drop from hyperspace in a relatively short manner. The first ship made a communication to signal it was the the headmaster returning from extended leave…
… the other however was settled in a lower orbit than the fighter and seemed to preparing for a landing procedures without sending a transmission in for Landing clearance. this meant risk, and this meant a possible terrorist attack.
“AGENT COULSON!!!”
It happened that the man in charge was named Phillip J. Coulson, Due to his uncanny resemblance to a popular Space Marvel Holobook character, there was a large contingent that gave him the Moniker of “Agent”. it got to the point that Coulson himself wore it as a badge of honor and would even use it when communicating in official capacity as the head of the OTC night shift.
“What is the problem Deber”
“we have two inbound, one is the headmaster the other is an unknown in a low orbit near praxeum.”
“… Jonnas, radio the headmaster and give him clearance to land. then get me the nearest capital ship and tell them to lock cannon on the bogey and be ready to scramble fighters."
“Yes Agent Coulson.”
within moments The Yub Nub and Hutar battle group were alerted and was standing by with assumption that should the unidentified ship move, they were to act according to the Yub Yub protocol, when Jonnas gave the thumbs up, Coulson opened coms to both of the Vessels.
Yavin OTC to Hikari’s Dawn, this is Agent Coulson speaking sir. It is my honor to welcome you home. you are cleared to proceed to the hangar, Masters Rawkill and Goran Beviin have been notified and will be awaiting your arrival.
Then, taking a moment Coulson straightened his tie to make himself feel overly professional before addressing the unidentified shuttle
Unidentified Frieghter This is Yavin OTC, you are in restrictive flight zone to not be checking in and revealing your presence… I would request you shut off your engines, reveal your Identity, passengers, any dangerous cargo and purpose in the system. Failure to do so will result in your vessel being treated as an enemy and the fleet to open fire, over
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 0:43:37 GMT -8
*Gavin entered the room, ready to help her as needed.* "Sleep tends to do that. The deeper the sleep the faster reality seems to twist around you."
*He heard the sounds of her prosthetics and though he had no knowledge how how they worked and their condition, he could only assume they weren't in good shape. It was much more fortunate they made it here quickly.* "I take it you want to try and land in the hangers?" *Most logic would assume it to be a yes, but Gavin looked at multiple situations. He had no clue whether they'd simply let anyone land in the hangers or if they'd be shot down on approach. He, himself, had gotten used to landing in random wilderness many times for training or exile.* |
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