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Post by Gaial Kaine on May 21, 2013 10:52:29 GMT -8
You there, you heard him, order those TIE's and me a Imperial Heavy Repeater and some Baradium-core code key thermal detonators.
speaking to a deck hand.
sir yes yes sir
says the deckhand
crew as soon as we get those we will head out!
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 21, 2013 14:19:05 GMT -8
Sixteen minutes and twenty seconds (hmm, we'll have to work on that) after the captain placed his order, a pair of sailor push a repulsor cart stacked with crates labeled: weaponry through the ship's airlock. The majority of the equipment goes back to the troop compartment, a space designed to hold over a hundred soldiers that is now only occupied by ten. A single Imperial Heavy Repeater is brought to the bridge and presented to Captain Kaine.
Meanwhile, out in space, a flight of five automated TIE fighters takes off and heads towards the fleet where they would rendezvous with the Fall From Glory.
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Post by Gaial Kaine on May 21, 2013 14:37:04 GMT -8
Sir we've attached the TIE's and brought your weapons and ammo 8 grenades 6 reloads and 4 concussive clips.
Says a clone officer
very good take formation in the grand admiral's fleet and prepare to jump to lightspeed.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 21, 2013 18:44:42 GMT -8
With the entire fleet formed up at the edge of the planet's gravity well, Grand Admiral Dodonna nods to Vossis who gives the fleet-wide order to leap into hyperspace. They would be reverting to realspace just a few light years outside of the Prakith system, the predesignated coordinates for the rendezvous.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 16, 2013 16:57:05 GMT -8
The space at the edge of Foerost's space flickers as a small fleet enters the system from hyperspace. It proceeded into system at flank speed, and was greeted by the flag ship sitting in orbit over Foerost. The shipyards had just finished the flagship a few weeks ago, and it had only just returned it'self from the traditional shakedown cruise. Political tensions within the IR were making the fleet's commanders nervous, except for the admiral. Nothing ever seemed to bother him, even the grimmest of news didn't seem to phase the man. He was a fit human male, with an olive complexion. He stood a mere 5'4", and had a rather wiry frame, but was surprisingly strong for a man of his rank and age. He was now 53 years old, and still looking forward to many more years of loyal service to the Empire.
Many others sought to overwhelm their foes by intimidating them, Admiral Pellaeon sought to enforce Imperial law with an Iron hand, not some theatrical smoke and light show. He knew that war were fought with blood, the blood of the common soldier and of the innocent civilian. He didn't bother wasting resources on flashy large vessels, but instead invested his money in smaller designs that had proven their worth in combat. So his fleet seemed odd for an Imperial task force. Now he was using several Nebulon-B frigates, old and slow thought they were as LR scouts to probe his neighbor's defenses. A lesson learned from the Rebel's extensive use of the ship in this a role with nominal success rates. One of them was still out on reconnaissance now, with a full compliment.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Oct 17, 2013 19:54:51 GMT -8
The fleet contained 236 individual vessels, including fighters. While that might sound impressive, it was comprised entirely of vessels that often needed support to survive long in battle. This would hamper his capacity to fight off other Warlords outright, but it also enabled him to diversify his forces like few others could, and to fight in ways that many tended to overlook, and so had difficulty defending against it.
Foerost's primary line of defense is several strategically placed asteroids, that literally block the space lanes into and out of Foerost, at the edge of the system. These asteroids are dotted with passive sensors and relay stations that serve as the system's trip wire alarm. Most ships trying to reach the system are pulled out of hyperspace and the ship's computer automatically scans the area to provide sensory data to the pilot(s) which then trips the alarm. Obviously not all of the space lanes are blocked, but the two that aren't are well guarded secrets. All imports are brought in via military transports from a neutral space station conveniently located at a conjunction of several hyperlanes.
Four Munifex-class light cruisers guarded the near ends of the two open space lanes, two to each lane. Civilians were not allowed to leave or enter the system. The rest of the fleet was either out on some mission or another, or home on low alert ready to respond to any given situation within two standard hours. Admiral Pellaeon sent out another of the Nebulon-B's to continue investigating the approximate strengths of his neighbors in the deep core. On his desk was a report on the planet Ojom, from the Nebulon-B still out on reconnaissance, that he had just finished reading. Ojom seemed to be content, on the whole, to remain an independent neutrality, willing to trade and resupply, for a price. It's apparent military strength seemed to be the defensive stations in orbit and their fighters, so he was unconcerned that a military expedition would originate from that system, though a few hard crews may offer their services as mercs or go rouge and play pirate. Either was likely to be a profitable choice, and equally dangerous. Admiral Pellaeon decided to invest in covert teams to monitor the situation on Ojom and to help keep it from leaning to far in any particular direction.
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Post by Panno on Nov 24, 2013 17:34:21 GMT -8
High above the planet a medium sized cargo ship dropped out from hyperspace. These were tough times in the galaxy and tougher times in the Deep Core. Everyone knew about the fracturing of the empire. Everyone knew that in order to survive you needed to take sides. In fact the mining corporation was officially sided with Aaragu. However they needed to keep up the public image and one such image was the ability to keep to a contract. This is Solomon Mines transport ship oh-seven-thirty-three requesting permission to land at the ship yards. The pilot of the ship was taking a huge risk with this transmission. He had dropped out further than usual due to this being te first drop off since the fracture. By broadcasting on a open transmission he was alerting his presence to any pirates are theifs that may be laying in wait.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 1, 2013 16:22:05 GMT -8
The ship had come in on one of the two unblocked routes, leaving the commanders of the two closest munifex's to wonder where the ship had gotten the information on the hyperlane. The ship's transmission answered that question well enough. The transmission was responded to, surprisingly, by the Admiral himself, who had been pondering the near future from the bridge viewing port aboard the flagship Askr.
Transport Zero-Seven-Three-Three, request denied. You may move to a designated waiting area and state your business, or you may turn around and leave the system. I wave to the navigation officer who sends a data-packet with the designates waiting area, for ships that were not already cleared to land on or near Foerost. Since I had taken over governance of this world and its resources, no one was cleared to dock with the shipyards without requesting clearance at least two weeks prior to arrival. I was very interested in the ship's business here in Foerost, as it represented a company that had thus far been the shipyard's primary supplier of raw materials. In attempting to minimize potential damages, I have insisted that several refining stations be set up outside of the shipyard proper, each capable of holding and processing about 13,000 tons of raw materials. If things went well, they may soon be processing the cargo of the vessel that had just entered the system.
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Post by Panno on Dec 2, 2013 13:23:22 GMT -8
Bloody Imperial Warlords the captian thought. Always thinking that there was someone out to get them, it truly slowed the process down. Still he was in no position to argue. The ship he was on had basic shields and a small cannon in case of pirates. It had no chance of standing up to the armada in orbit. As such he glided his ship towards the kit of portion of space where dozens of other ships were waiting. We come to deliver the materials par the prior agreement. Inspect the ship if you must but I assure you sir, you will only find materials for shipbuilding on board. There was a mild annoyance in his tone, there was no need for such trivial suspicions. It wasted everyone's time.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 2, 2013 20:21:46 GMT -8
Admiral Pellaeon considers the given response for a few moments before ordering the ship to be directed to one of the refining/storage stations in orbit. The excess material would be moved via light freighters to the other stations. Unfortunately for the Admiral, no record of the previous agreement still existed. During his rise to power, someone had tried to erase the central memory banks in the shipyard, fortunately they had ultimately failed, though several parts had been wiped clean, including the current contracts. Admiral Pellaeon had one of his advisers go meet with captain to review the contract and, if it was satisfactory, renew it.
When the vessel landed in the appropriate facility, several beings of various species and sexes moved towards the ship to assist in its unloading and the processing of its cargo. One being however stands out, a falleen male, dressed in a rather nice and comfortable looking deep green and blue outfit, with two blades in Kryat Dragon-leather sheathes hanging from his wide black belt over his right hip. A stylish hip cloak with a brassy sheen, rode his shoulders and reflected the lights of the hangar. He stood to one side, waiting for the Captian to emerge, or should he fail to do so, a less hectic time to board and visit the man.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 10, 2013 13:55:12 GMT -8
A pair of Nebulon-B frigates jump from hyperspace to the edge of the system. They were well within sensor range of any station on or around the planet that was trying even halfheartedly to watch for intruders. But they were also out of quick engagement range, barring a microjump. The IFF that they were currently displaying indicated that the group held allegiance to the Warlord of Khomm. While the group could be a scout for an imminent attack, the unconquered distance between the two Warlord's holdings made it unlikely.
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Post by Panno on Dec 13, 2013 11:57:19 GMT -8
The captian walked off the ship after everything was taken off. Despite trusting the ruler of Foerost not to shoot him down on sight he didn't trust his subject. The amount of ore on this ship could change a mans future if he took even a little. Mix that with the piss poor economy and the chance was there for it to happen. Looking around the deck he leaned back against his ship. Putting a pipe into his mouth he lit a match and began to smoke it. Not strictly speaking, following regulations he da outer the taste before closing his eyes. It had been a hard drive here, and he wasn't excited to go again.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 17, 2013 21:41:28 GMT -8
A pair of Nebulon-B frigates jump from hyperspace to the edge of the system. They were well within sensor range of any station on or around the planet that was trying even halfheartedly to watch for intruders. But they were also out of quick engagement range, barring a microjump. The IFF that they were currently displaying indicated that the group held allegiance to the Warlord of Khomm. While the group could be a scout for an imminent attack, the unconquered distance between the two Warlord's holdings made it unlikely.
Welcome to Foerost, please state your business in system.
Even as I speak I read a scrolling marque, moving across the tactical screen of the datapad built into the arm of my command chair. My emissary to Augaru arrived to find the system under attack by three Ardent-class fast frigates, with only a single capitol ship visible defending the planet. It wold be a sore blow to the empire, if it's capitol was allowed to be sacked. I immediately order three ships to respond to the threat, and order the emissary to defend the capitol at all costs. I watch as one of my own Ardent-class frigates, flanked by two more Nebuolon-B-class frigates move away from the planet and towards a different asteroid than the one that blocked our visitors from making a direct approach. I didn't worry about them spotting the departing ships, as they clearly not heading towards Khomm, and I still had six frigates, of various classes, in system to defend Foerost, should our visitors become hostile.
Meanwhile in the hangar of the processing centre, Pawn, the falleen male, watched the captain of the freighter light up with little more than an arched brow. He could smell the stress on the captain, so he decided to let the man smoke, as it was in Pawn's best interests for the man to be relaxed. He strode forward until he stood before the captain and greeted the man, though he offered no sustenance or other creature comforts, due largely to the fact that this facility had none to offer and the freighter’s arrival had been unexpected.You spoke of an existing contract, I regret to inform you that a clerical oversight has caused the contract to vanish from our records. If you happen to have a copy of the agreement with you I will need to look it over. If a copy is not available, then I have the honour of forging a new contract. If an agreement cannot be arranged within the next six hours I cannot guarantee payment for this shipment. |
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 19, 2013 9:13:35 GMT -8
-Ship Captain
Minister of Logistics Isen sends regards from Khomm. The Minister wishes to enter trade agreements with the shipyards of Foerost.
The ships continued to hold position beyond the hunk of rock. The original plan was to camp out in a rather sparse section of space well away from anything in the system, but it would seem that the defenses stretched much farther than was previously thought. Isen was not on either of the two ships present, but was in a smaller, unarmed ship a small jump away from the system, waiting for word that the negotiations could begin. True, he was technically doing something that the Warlord would not have agreed to, but he had been commanded to acquire ships for the war effort & this was the most effective way to do so.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 19, 2013 13:41:15 GMT -8
Bah! More old men seeking a few creds for their own petty coffers.. wait, he mention the Shipyards specifically didn't he? Well, so long as he seeks to enrich Foerost's people, perhaps he could be tolerated. Admiral Pellaeon responds after only a short delay.
Foerost welcomes Minister of Logistics Isen, of Khomm. If he cares to join Admiral Pellaeon aboard the Nuada, Admiral Pellaeon is willing to negotiate a trade agreement with Khomm.
The Nuada was an Ardent-class frigate parked over Foerost's north pole. It also happened to be the Admiral's Flag ship at the moment. Pellaeon moved from the bridge, handing command of the ship over to Rear-Admiral Kuhn, and made his way towards the hangar bay, where he would greet his guest personally. He'd never believed in power plays that didn't end with bloodshed, so he had the officer's mess cleared and then setup to serve a conference room. Light refreshments and non-alcoholic beverages would be available, but he chose it because it was the only room with a table large enough to seat more than three people comfortably without going to the noisy mess hall that served the crew.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 19, 2013 13:55:55 GMT -8
It wasn't long before the word was passed on, & Isen's shuttle made the jump into the system. Soon the ship was landing in the bay of the larger ship. The ramp lowered & a surprisingly young man exited the ship. Most of the older officers had either died in the previous Warlord's purge or due to displaying a lack of intelligent or respect around the new Warlord. Before all of this trouble had started, Isen had been the captain of a mid-sized ship with a slightly better than average head for numbers. Other than himself, only his aid/pilot was with him, the granting the enemy fewer to take hostage if it came to that.
-Isen
Greetings. I am Isen. If you would show us to the room where the meeting will be held, we can begin.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 19, 2013 14:02:48 GMT -8
Pelleaon smiled, He liked direct men, and nodded his head in greeting, before turning and leading the way to the Officer's Mess. He sat down at one end of the oval table and waved for his guest to do the same.
I am Admiral Aurel Pelleaon, How May I be of service?
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 19, 2013 14:10:53 GMT -8
Taking the seat indicated, Isen sat. The aid slipped into the seat on his left.
-Isen
You will have to forgive me, as I am unused to being the one that issues orders as opposed to taking them. In brief I find myself needing to acquire warships. The more, the better.
I am aware that since the ... trouble that is going around our corner of space that credits simply can't be trusted. We can however pay in manpower.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Dec 19, 2013 22:30:23 GMT -8
Pellaeon considered the man's words and thought that an agreement could be reached. He had ships to spare, but could only just barely crew them. He had almost no ground troops to speak of because everyone had been drafted into the navy. After a short pause, he responded with a nod and a positive tone.
This seems to be an amiable trade to me, except perhaps that ships cost more than soldiers, and it is soldiers that I need most, so it would seem that you are handed the short end of the stick. Do you have a way to balance the scales?
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Post by Panno on Dec 21, 2013 17:20:16 GMT -8
Meanwhile in the hangar of the processing centre, Pawn, the falleen male, watched the captain of the freighter light up with little more than an arched brow. He could smell the stress on the captain, so he decided to let the man smoke, as it was in Pawn's best interests for the man to be relaxed. He strode forward until he stood before the captain and greeted the man, though he offered no sustenance or other creature comforts, due largely to the fact that this facility had none to offer and the freighter’s arrival had been unexpected.You spoke of an existing contract, I regret to inform you that a clerical oversight has caused the contract to vanish from our records. If you happen to have a copy of the agreement with you I will need to look it over. If a copy is not available, then I have the honour of forging a new contract. If an agreement cannot be arranged within the next six hours I cannot guarantee payment for this shipment. It's regrettable that this has happened but I understand considering the state of affairs. Most citizens at least governed by those on Aaragu had no idea of the galactic affairs. They were content to carry on as they always had. The captian was not so lucky. Be travelled, it was part of the job. This was not a localized event, but it was the largest shipyard it had happened to yet. I can't say that I have a data file on me, however if I were to contact the home office on Aaragu there is a chance it may still be there. Perks of the planet not being forcefully ripped out of control. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small rectangular data pad and began to press buttons. Sending an email back to base. As he waited for a quick response he absent mindedly looked at the inbox. Work emails, and one saying he inherited 15 billion credits. Eventually though he got what he wanted. They have a copy of the original contract. Before signing that is. |
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