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Post by Shaman Odin Alfodr on Feb 26, 2013 22:51:46 GMT -8
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Post by Adi on Jun 23, 2013 13:44:03 GMT -8
If sound would travel in space, as the holomovies would have you believe, there would have been a loud series of three cracks heard...Along with a bright flash of white light....as the gleaming white and blue Arkanian A-2 Dragon fighter burst into Carida's orbit. The ship's pilot immediately scanned for ion trails, or traces of anyone here before him, but found nothing that related to the energies he was searching for.
Perfect! Quiet was good.
Orbital control, this is Pride Leader, requesting clearance to approach through vector six-six-niner-five.
The response came quickly, and Matango dipped the Dragon's nose down, and slowly meandered into the atmosphere.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 14:49:41 GMT -8
*The stars that had flown past the viewport came to abrupt end as the A24 Sleuth lurched to a halt as it dropped back into the void of darkness that was real space.
I set the scanners to work and approached Carrida watching her grow through the viewport, I turned the knobs upon the dash to the frequency that the data stick informed me was the correct one.*
::Orbital control this is Knight Rancis.::
*I paused momentarily, how long had it been since I used this code name.
::Designation Wolfhound::
*There was a burst of static and a slightly puzzled voice but an affirmative one.*
::Wolf....hound, you are cleared, proceed to vector six-six-niner-five, control out.::
*I confirmed and repeated the vector as was protocol then proceeded on my way, a slight bump as the vessel entered atmospheric airspace and then I tilted her gently ground-ward.*
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2013 16:33:37 GMT -8
*The royal blue nubian star-skiff roars out of Hyperspace. Giving his designation as a Jedi Watchman, he sends a commlink to the "Dragon". Awaiting the response.*
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Post by Ak-Akari Obachu on Jun 23, 2013 16:40:54 GMT -8
Ak-Akari's X-32 came out of hyperspace well before the nearby A24 heading towards the surface, but his nap caused him to sleep through the arrival of the Jedi craft. An alarm went off and he was shaken awake to the sight of Carida, and caught the tail end of someone asking for clearance to land. Not knowing what else to do, and knowing this system was friendly, he cued up his comm.
"this is Ak-Akari Obachu. I'm arriving with Adi, permission to land? Check my ship's credentials, it should clear."
After a moment clearance was given, and he flew the ship towards the surface.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jun 23, 2013 20:08:46 GMT -8
As they cleared the hyperspace lane, Alkor sneered in contempt and turned away from the already fading streaks of light that had painted the scene for several long hours. Ryloth had left a bitter taste in his mouth, the idea of leaving behind his post, let alone watching pirates take a ship that had been left to his charge, making him utterly silent.
Messy brown hair and black robes and a black beskar hilt that hung idly at his side were Alkor's signature look- not that it meant much to anyone else. Taking a long pull from his ale jug- which he had recently liberated from Ornix (who had retreated somewhere to the back of the ship to lick his wounds) Alkor drank deep. Adi's mandate be damned. This was a time of mourning, and the only tears Alkor knew fell from a bottle into his throat.
The comm signal blipped on the console, reading the Watch Lead's codes, and Alkor held up a hand to defer to Master Frantz. "This is a game for Jedi, Mike. You play it. I've run out of interest. Tell the Prince I said as much." He'd warned Adi- don't give him responsibities. Alkor would let him down. And he had. "And he can choke on a lightsaber if he thinks I'm going to lead anymore operations. I'm done with this good guy routine. Done."
Alkor's sour mood had not lessened through hyperspace. All of his morose, pained thoughts still plagued him. That feeling of death- death he could have stopped, but failed to- haunted him. He took the hilt of the weapon from his belt and chucked it into Mike's lap. "Give that to him. I'm going to find a transport when we make planetfall, and I'll disappear. I hear Tarisian ale isn't all that bad, after you get used to it..."
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 23, 2013 20:51:54 GMT -8
I was tired, not physically tired, but mentally. Alkor wasn't the only one that had a bad taste in his mouth about Ryloth. Ryloth had been a disaster, but there wasn't anything more we could have done. The mandos and the pirates were too much for Alkor and myself, we weren't prepared. I glance over at the other man for a moment as we revert to realspace arund Carida, keeping my emotions from both the force and my face as much as possible. What the hell was Adi thinking. He should never have set Alkor out on his own like that, not so soon, all it was doing was breaking him, not showing him the way fo the light. He was in far to fragile of a mental state to be left alone, and then pulled out as people die around him. Adi may be the leader of the watchmen but he could still be as clueless as the young man I remember following Arhiia around all those years ago just starting to learn the ways of the force. Damn, I'm getting to old for this.
Shutting out the faces of the young men that I had only hours before witnessed the death of I'm suddenly brought back into reality by the hilt of a saber hitting my lap. That's it! My voice was raised slightly, stern but without anger. Stop focusing on your failure and analyze it. Figure out what you did wrong, realize your mistakes, and learn from them. We all lose men, it's a fact of life, but we can't just give up. Not being there isn't going to help the next group. My voice becomes softer and my ice blue eyes start to show my age a little, I really am getting to old for this. For the record their deaths were in no way directly your fault, I couldn't save them either. For a brief moment regret is plain on my face, before I can burry it again. Reaching out with the force I remove the Ale from Alkor's fist and take a long swig, before stuffing it under the console (where there may or may not already be a bottle or two) and throwing his saber back at him. Now take that back, if you can't be a leader, then you'll follow. I already said you will be my responsibility and I'll be damned if I'm going to let you just walk away after a setback.
Still concentrating on Alkor I type two things into the console in front of me. One was a diplimatic code that would allow us to land without worrying about hailing planetary control, and the second was a simple text message for Adi "Meet me at Keller's Tavern"
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Post by Ael Jade on Jun 23, 2013 21:53:08 GMT -8
A Z-95 Headhunter dropped out of hyperspace just seconds outside dangerous proximity to Carida's planetary gravity well. The pilot considered a moment. She had no spectacular call-sign or designation. She did not belong to a squadron either. And there was a vague aura of something dark or troubled tinging the surroundings. She keyed up her intercom.
::Orbital Control, this is Jade, arriving from Corellia.::
She paused a second.
::Invited to this rendezvous by Adi Matango.::
Upon receiving the go-ahead, she headed planetside at a steep angle, not in a mood to dally around in the cramped quarters of a starfighter any longer than absolutely necessary.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jun 23, 2013 22:13:23 GMT -8
"This," Alkor spat as his ale was ripped unexpectedly from his clutches, making an obscene gesture toward the Jedi Master before continuing, "is not my world, Frantz. And I want no part of it."
The saber came immediately after he finished his retort, and he snatched it out of the air with a gruff snort. Looking down at the blade, he thought of the Mandalorian who had forged it, who had called him brother, and he thought back to the reverence the culture taught toward family. His very own family had been broken, long before, but that did not make it any less beautiful of a thing in his mind. Sometimes he thought, maybe if his mother had been loving, if she had been a kind woman, maybe he would see some other color when he looked into his future.
Snapping into life, the blue blade buzzed with brilliance that made Alkor ashamed. His eyes narrowed as he looked over each inch of the controlled blaze, letting out a long breath before letting the blade fizzle out. "When I was a boy," Alkor said- funnily enough, since his childhood was ridden with thievery and violence, "I wanted to be a Jedi."
This was an admission that he had never shared with anyone. He had been eternally ashamed of it once the Order had failed. In his mind, they had forgotten the common man. Their focus had become the Sith, the wars, the grandiose- and the common man drowned in crime. No one to do the right thing, to stand as a pillar of hope for the people. Everything he thought a Jedi should be faded rapidly from the boy, and none of it had returned to the man he now was.
"Dreams are just that," he said, looking up now at Mike, "I became a thief out of necessity. I slaughtered innocent people in the streets like a psychopath. I was a child with a blade well into my adulthood. And now, you all expect me to be a man, and that is something I know I can not do. I am made of thinner, frailer stuff than you Jedi. You were born into this life. Raised in it. You learned to live with failures and rise up from them and aspire to become better."
Alkor clipped his weapon to his belt once more, shaking his head. "I didn't have the luxury of failure. I was successful, or I was dead. I didn't worry over allies. My allies lived by the same, amoral sense of destructive honor that I did. They lived and died by the sword, and in failure, their songs went unsung. These people I watch die are my wards. They are shackles on my wrists and ankles, just the same as every life I have taken. The difference between the weights is vast- where before I could choose who lived and died, now I am powerless. Against this regret, this remorse- this is a battlefield I was not born on. And to fight here, for me, is suicide."
With a harsh sigh, he flicked his wrist. "I'll say as much to Matango if I have to- his answer won't change. He has some damn blasted fool's faith that I can change. That I want to change. He's wrong, Mike. Anyone who says otherwise is wrong." Pulling his hood up, closing his eyes. "I'll follow, aye. I'll fight. I'll listen. But no more protecting people. No more heroics. No more responsibilities. Just treat me like what I am. A god damned weapon."
Shadows hid his tears now, his thoughts hidden behind darkened clouds of the force- Alkor was a mystery, even to himself. But now, that mystery was even more volatile than ever. And the Jedi, as ever, refused to heed his warnings. They began their descent, and Alkor stood in silence, awaiting the anticipated, droll reprimand that was certain to follow.
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Post by Mike Frantz on Jun 23, 2013 22:53:35 GMT -8
Not much surprises me these days, but Alkor's revelation that he had once dreamed of being a jedi manages to catch me off guard. Not exactly something you expect from a man who was once on the most wanted list of your homeworld. Although in some odd way it seems fitting, almost as if he he still wanted it but had convinced himself that it was unatainable because of his past. Something that wasn't worth scum like him even trying for, and maybe he was right, but I for one believe that he has more potential for good than half the currently serving masters, if only he can harness it, use it, and serve the light. The problem is that will never happen if he doesn't accept that failures happen and move on.
Ignoring the deadly activated weapon in the hands of a "formerly" psychotic killer withing my reach, I move Daystar toward the planet and take a deep breath. Who are you that makes the galaxy hate you so much. Why are you so important that the univers can crash down around you and it suddenly becomes your fault. You are one man, a single person, jedi or not you are still only one individual amoung trillions. Those you have killed may be your burden but don't dishonor the memory of those who died doing their duty, to the cause that they felt required it. Every man and woman on that ship knew that they might have to make the ultimate sacrafice, and so they did, not because you were their leader, not because you happened to be there at the time. No, they did it because it was their job, what they were trained to do. They died doing their duty not to be some sort of punishment to you who the galaxy seems to flow around.
Yes all of that may have sounded harsh, even in the calm, almost emotionless tone in which I said it, but I can't keep beating around the bush with Alkor. He seems to respond better to directness, no matter how heartless it may seem. I may have been born into being a jedi, but that doesn't mean I can automatically cope with it. My voice trails off almost to a whisper my sister certainly couldn't. I regain my composure and turn my head to stare at the younger man for a moment. I know my opinion of you doesn't matter, at least not any more than anyone else's, which from what it seems seams to me means absolutely nothing, but I think that if you start facing your problems and letting me help you, you can still be what you wanted to be as a boy. I take a deep breath I'm not asking you to blindly follow me and do everything I say, like some of the Council or other masters might want you to do for them, but I want you to listen, really listen to what I say and maybe, just maybe you'll understand where I'm going from. All of that may fall on def ears, but I mean every world of it, I think Alkor could be a great jedi one day, but he needs guidance, not isolation, and maybe I'm not the one to give him that, but at least I can help him until we can find someone who can, that is if he is willing to accept my help.
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Post by Nemo on Jun 24, 2013 4:36:57 GMT -8
The six capital ships of Tza'uax's undesignated fleet exited hyperspace. The "Resolution", a Nebula-class Star Destroyer headed up the formation along side the Victory-I Class Star Destroyer "Cordelia". Flanking them were a pair of Majestic-class Heavy cruisers "Harmony" and "Lilah". Slightly behind the formation to port was the Bothan Assault Cruiser "Winifred" and in a mirror position to her was the Acclamator-class Assault Ship "Darla". The fleets shields were set to twenty percent and weapons were not powered up, they were not in battle yet. The wide delta formation held position a fair distance from the planet and did not deploy any starfighters, as any good fleet commander would in a system not considered completely friendly.
Tza was stood on the bridge of the Resolution near the communications console, his Chief Marshal's uniform and title dropped for something simpler. He was wearing a plain black suit and had taken on the title of Admiral after his experience on Yavin IV. That battle had cost him all of his forces and he was still in a state of mourning. Once he had been evacuated from the Jedi moon, he was one of the last to leave, he had met up with a Jedi named Nemo. The Jedi Master was looking for someone to command his fleet, the partnership was perfect and Tza wanted the Mandalorians to hurt. That is why he was here.
This is Tza'uax with a message to Jedi Master Adieumus Matango, Prince of Honoghr. I have arrived.
His message was short and to the point, something that Tza had been good at before but now he turned into an art form. He wondered if he'd need to go to the surface for this meeting, he hoped not but had a gunship prepared just in case. He walked over to the holo-table that was located towards the rear of the bridge to look over the sensor data of the system. There were ion trails from other ships that had recently arrived in the system, probably starfighters judging by the size but there were no other ships present. This would be all on him then, the Falleen thought as he smirked. Things would go exactly as he wanted.
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Post by Alkor Centaris on Jun 24, 2013 5:40:04 GMT -8
"Don't ask me to do that," Alkor shot back, twisting and pointing an accusatory finger at Mike. He was not in any immediate danger of losing control, but his eyes flickered with wavering tenacity beneath the black fabric. It was so much easier to go through the motions. When Alkor let his former masters pull the strings, when he closed his mind, none of it hurt. The world could not sting him, could not shatter his already broken dreams. "Don't ask me to be accountable. Don't make me suffer again- you Jedi may be capable of handling your mandate to function like effecient machinery, but I'm just a man. When they stripped me of that, lives didn't occur to me. Death did not bother me. My own pain was as nothing. Losing everything is the only blessing I have now- don't take it away."
His hand dropped slowly, Alkor's shoulders sagging, defeated. "Let's just report to Matango. I'm tired," Alkor muttered, "so damned tired..." The younger Corellian found himself grouping at the wall of the ship, feeling suddenly far older than he was. Clutching at his abdomen, Alkor pulled his hand away from the bandages, painted with fresh blood. Gods, he truly was tired. He should have died so many times before.
Looking dispassionately down at the world below, Alkor's lurid blue gaze blinked away imperfect stains that soiled his cheeks, fist slamming into metal. They weren't going to let him go. They were never going to let him go. "Damn it!" He cursed loudly in frustration, his rage more pitiful than terrifying. Ironic, he found it, that he railed against injustice, when once, it had been the very crop he had sewn.
If there were any divine beings, truly they had a sense of humor. Dry and bitter, like Alkor's throat as he stared down now at the ale, and his body shook. "I need a drink," he said shakily, clambering over to the console, running his hands over it like a man posessed. "Let me drink, damn it! Damn you! Damn this galaxy and damn everyone in it! I want to be alone again!"
Alkor slammed his open hands into the metal again and again, the pain shooting like fire through his palms and up his forearms. His knuckles creaked and moaned in protest, and blood spilled down his fingers. His eyes knitted shut, and he sank to his knees, shaking his head and sobbing. "I just want to be left alone..."
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Post by Nemo on Jun 24, 2013 8:59:59 GMT -8
After receiving a reply from Adi, Tza left the bridge under the watchful eye of Commodore Hass and made his way to the hanger bay. There a LAAT/i gunship waited for him, crew ready to go but the speeder bikes and usual troop compliment were removed. He would make this trip with two commando escorts and General Lightyear, he had been assured of the safety of the planet.
"Sir, we're ready to go."
"Good, lets get going. The co-ordinates have been uploaded to the pilots display."
"Very good Sir."
The pair stepped into the gunship and took their seats on the fold-down chairs that were rarely used during combat. The two commandos joining them were already seated as the passenger bay doors closed and completely sealed. The take off was slow and the exit from the hanger was equally slow but then the pilot sped up and they were soon entering the atmosphere.
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jun 24, 2013 15:22:07 GMT -8
The Lux Patronus appears from hyperspace. So this is where Adi had chosen, so be it... The ship descended towards the planets surface. Johun would have to have a mechanic make the necessary repairs so he could get his permafrost crystal back.
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Post by Rayvin Axiom on Jun 27, 2013 15:14:59 GMT -8
The after affects of a republican transport heading to this local planet float. The ship practically blown apart dead bodies floating with the ship, damaged padawans sit in carbonite holdings. Before the ships hull breach and death of all on board, the crew preserved Rayvin by placing her into the carbonite as well as many of the other padawan's but they did not make it. Only one survived, Rayvin, her carbonite holding floated effortlessly through open space about 5 meters from the rest of what was left of the pieces of the ship and her fellow padawans enroute to the planet. The ship was attacked by a pirate named Enix Black whom had blasted it to hell before jumping back into hyperspace. Before the destruction of the ship, a partial distress signal had been sent to the planet, unsure if the message got through.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2013 14:15:04 GMT -8
*The A-24 screeched through the atmosphere of Carrida and buffeted through the protective barrier that kept Carrida safe from the harsh vacuum of space.
At the helm I saw nothing but a blanket of space, continuing to scan I zoned in on the source and accelerated toward the site. Keeping the craft at optimum I set back and fell into the force and stretched out my senses, sent my mind searching, my brow deepened and furrowed in concentration, a ripple in the force, barely detectable, it was feint and weak, yet discerning what this ripple was and where it came from was not possible at this moment in time. However I sensed no danger and decided to feed back this information over a scrambled frequency, for one could never be too careful.
Having piloted the vessel for twenty minutes straight I was nearing the source of the signal, I pulled back on the throttle and that was when the first small piece of debris bounced of the crafts shielding and rattled the vessel. I then took the helm and spun the craft to avoid a larger piece of debris; an explosion then, for the pieces of debris were still travelling outward, since in space there was no opposite force to oppose the explosive force.
I set the scanners working and they detected a fairly medium debris field, there was no doubt it was a long range vessel and one larger than the scout ship I currently occupied, reducing the speed of my vessel further I expertly steered around the debris field finally arriving at what remained of the main bulk of the vessel. I noted the pitted tale tale marks of concentrated laser fire, so the vessel had been assaulted and the perpetrator had fled. Yet from sourcing the remains of what lay before me it did not register in my mind as a model of vessel I was familiar with, in fact judging by its design I guessed it was a much older transport.**I leaned further toward the viewport as to my surprise a carbonite block sailed past, reaching out I felt a taint of sadness since its single occupant bore no life signature, then I nearly fell back, for as a piece of debris cleared I spotted another four floating carbonite coffins, what in the hell was this. Sadly these too were devoid of life, it appeared then that I had arrived too late, little remained and the frozen occupants had perished.
Yet this was a puzzle; an outdated transport vessel carrying several frozen forms, so what was it, a prison transport, or something much more sinister, where to had it come from and equally important where had it been going. Judging from my scans I doubted I would ever find out since the front portion of the vessel was impossible to locate and as such so would the flight data.
I swung the ship around still scanning but the scanners revealed nothing my eyes could not already tell me. I pushed the nose of the Sleuth down and eased forward on the throttle before banking to the left and swinging her back around toward Carrida.
Then, there! I felt it, a small ripple in the force. I immediately pulled the vessel to a halt, I honed my senses, stretched out, the sense became much clearer. I closed my eyes and let the force guide me, feeling my hands ease forward on the throttle and swing the vessel to port, she crept forward and as she did the feeling in the force grew, and what was more, the sense told me, there was beat, a rhythm, it was life. Somehow a being had survived.
I opened my eyes and saw a single carbonite block spin past, the source of this presence lay in that block and the individual if they had survived might be able to provide answers, yet there was something also very distinctive that I felt, for the presence I felt was akin to what one usually felt when brushing against the mind of a force sensitive.
I locked the targeting computer onto the spinning block and set the auto pilot to match course and speed to the object. I turned and ventured back along the corridor and opened up the inner door to the airlock. I then set about putting on the awkward space suit, I checked it over for leaks and made sure the air seals were tight and that I had enough oxygen and that the suits systems were running and operational. As a precaution I attached the fibre chord wire to the suit, this wire went back to the vessel and should systems go a.w.o.l I could simply reel myself in.
The vessel now having reached the carbonite block and sustaining a parallel course I depressurized the chamber and then the airlock opened and I was rather unceremoniously pulled out into space, the fiber wire unraveling freely. I grabbed a hold of the inbuilt control unit in the right glove and fired the thrusters gently which brought me to a stop. Orientating myself around by vectoring the thrusters I caught the block in my sight about two meters away. I nudged the miniature joystick forward and the suits tiny nozzles fired up and brought me toward the block. My gloves smacked off the card casing as I met it. I then moved myself around the block and checked the side panel rubbing my gloved hand across the panel to clear it of frozen ice.
The readings seemed a little low and so I needed to act fast. I reached around and unclipped the hook from my suit that attached me to the vessel by the fiber wire, activating the mag-clamp built in it stuck to the carbonite block, then by moving my right hand to the left arm of my suit I activated the winch built into the vessel and slowly the block began to be pulled in.
I turned and sailed in its wake, catching up I held onto it with my left hand and helped steer it with minimal firing of the suits thrusters, it seemed to take a life time to get the carbonite block on-board but in reality it was only moments. I breathed a sigh of relief once I and the block were on board and the carbonite block had touched down with a resounding thump following depressurization.
I snapped open the seal of my suit and removed the gloves so I could work more easily. Wiping away the ice; which in the warmth of the vessel had nearly evaporated I analyzed the controls, the signals seemed to have dipped further and I had no time and no option but to act, and to hope. I turned the dial on the panel and thumbed the green button. The panel made a powering down sound and then the whole block began to pulse as effectively the being within was defrosted, the carbonite glowing red to white hot as it evaporated. *
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 1, 2013 23:00:22 GMT -8
From the void a single dark green, elongated Delta-7 with jet black stripes appeared. It would seem impossible that this craft managed to do so without a hyperspace ring, but upon closer inspection one would notice that this was a custom job. Stretched out by a few meters with added bulk to it's height and width, this particular starfighter was equipped with a hyperdrive among other things. It's owner, a Corellian going by the name of Jace Stealer, felt that a separate hyperdrive module only proved to be a liability when routine runs and meetings went sour. Which happened to him a lot, hence the upgrade.
While he adjusted his silver headset to a more comfortable position he pushed the throttle with his free hand to bring him closer to the planet. He had come in on the late-evening side of the planet, allowing him to admire the massive lake on one of the larger continents and the shadows that the mountains cast over the distance valleys. Jace thought back to the planets he's traveled to, and had to admit that this marked fairly high on his list. Before he could delve further his communications systems lit up. He reached over and allowed the transmission to come through.
This is orbital control, please state your intentions as well as your intended destination.
Jace flipped the headset on and held down a button that rested on his earpiece.
Orbital control, this is Jace Stealer: representative of the Emerald Blades. I have been summoned by Matango. Permission to land?
There was a short pause before the transmission made it back to his starfighter. Permission granted. Head to bearing six-six-niner-five. Orbital control, out.
Glad that everything had gone over smoothly, he grinned slightly as he gripped the stick and punched the throttle. After being cooped up in a Loronar for several months it felt good to sit in a nimble fighter once again. As he started to come up on his approach vector outside of the atmosphere he flipped the craft so that his cockpit was facing the planet's surface. Jace took in the sight for a few moments before pulling back on the stick, plummeting him into the upper atmosphere of Carida.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2013 19:43:11 GMT -8
With the roar of engines, a moderately damaged CF9 crossfire drops out of hyperspace, and heads towards the surface of the planet - following landing coordinates given to the pilot by the Jedi. Briefly, the pilot communicated with orbital control, and gained clearance to land at an abandoned facility ground side.
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Post by Rayvin Axiom on Jul 4, 2013 16:19:12 GMT -8
I turned and sailed in its wake, catching up I held onto it with my left hand and helped steer it with minimal firing of the suits thrusters, it seemed to take a life time to get the carbonite block on-board but in reality it was only moments. I breathed a sigh of relief once I and the block were on board and the carbonite block had touched down with a resounding thump following depressurization.
I snapped open the seal of my suit and removed the gloves so I could work more easily. Wiping away the ice; which in the warmth of the vessel had nearly evaporated I analyzed the controls, the signals seemed to have dipped further and I had no time and no option but to act, and to hope. I turned the dial on the panel and thumbed the green button. The panel made a powering down sound and then the whole block began to pulse as effectively the being within was defrosted, the carbonite glowing red to white hot as it evaporated. *
I fling up my upper body from the encasement and look straight ahead not seeing anything around my peripherals out of straight anxiety and fear, I was momentarily stuck in a translucent hyperspace shock like sensation as I couldn't use my eyes in the first place due to the carbonite hibernation. My screams seemed to echo in my own mind with hardly any reply getting through, when would this torment end? Had the others made it? Feeling like I was blind was a new sensation that was all but scary upon itself."Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I can't see! Where am I? Who is there?" I say in a moderately loud tone my heart pounding practically out of my chest, my hearing still ringing from explosions hours earlier. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2013 6:52:02 GMT -8
It was a little past 7 local time as three ships rupture the warp corridor, they had only jumped from within the sector, as the 'brains' behind the situation thought the three particular ships would draw too much attention to themselves. so the three flew in a V formation as they approached the respectful limits of orbit at which they should identify themselves to planetary defense.
My new friend, "Kishi 4" flew a ship built for speed and stealth… not one for defending in a Fight. I myself, Flew my new SSF 'Raiden' as right wing. as for the Leader of our squadron, that was left to an Imperial-like starfighter, Piloted by Gordon, My AI. truth be told, if something had happened, Gordon could have taken over control of all three ships, but i did not want to test his limits just yet.
Knowing that if we didn't contact ground soon it would seem suspicious. I opened a com parallel inside the Squad :: You doing ok over there Aly?:: Fine sir, please… Call me by my proper name, or my designation.:: OK, Kishi 4. Gordon, if you would hail orbital command.:: :: Orbital Command, this Is AI Gordon. flying lead of Artisan squadron. Transmitting credentials of all pilots in the three man Team, requesting permission to land… and Additionally if a Message could be passt to the following jedi if they are on world: Mike Frantz, Adi, Alkor Centaris please stand-by at the hangar:: it took a few minutes for a response, but, once it came, the Three star fighters followed the Flight corridor to the landing area.
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