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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 19:29:55 GMT -8
*Jonas gave a slight grin at controls long pause before giving him clearance. Can't be to careful these days apparently.* ::Roger that control. Reliant out:: *Giving the board a quick once over, Jonas brought the ship out of orbit to the planet below.*
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Post by Graemon Gorgano on Jan 18, 2016 20:38:11 GMT -8
This is CDF Major General Herriton of the Star Destroyer Eurybia, Rear Admiral. We copy your request for assistance from our shipyards and refuge, and are contacting the proper authorities within Corellia's government now in order to receive further instruction. Hold your present positions and standby for further communication. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2016 21:50:03 GMT -8
CDF Cardan III-class space station, Eunike
The first of Corellia's two space stations to welcome ships and personnel of the beleaguered Republic battlegroup, the Eunike is a bustling hive of activity even before the Republic ships sent to be repaired at the Cardan III-class space station, and the beings manning those ships begin to arrive; the CDF troops having been alerted to the impending arrivals long enough beforehand that they are well-prepared to receive the weary Republic troops. Engineers and mechanics move swiftly to make themselves available to assist in assessing damages to the damaged vessels, just as medical personnel are on-hand to help treat any wounded, and others distribute hot meals and other basic comforts. Once the immediate needs of the Republic troops have been seen to, the CDF forces manning the space station see to other less immediate concerns such as assisting establish communications with the relatives and loved ones of the Republic's forces, and providing transport to Coronet for those ready to make the journey to the quarters they are being provided with for the duration of their stay on Corellia.
Similar events unfold on the Eunike's sister space station, with the CDF doing all it can to efficiently and compassionately manage the arrival of the Republic forces seeking refuge. Any Republic vessels that the two space stations cannot repair are towed to the CEC shipyards to be made battle-ready once more. Despite the reassurance that the Republic forces do not believe the Imperials will attempt to engage Corellia, both the CDF orbital and ground defenses adopt a heightened level of readiness.
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Post by Gand on Jan 19, 2016 11:15:37 GMT -8
Making a special mental note of the damaged battlegroup in orbit, the Gand acknowledges the granted landing permissions and angles his ship onto the course dictated by the instructions he received. The traffic was considerable, even this late in the capital's rotational period, but the controllers were efficient and good at their jobs, and it was not long before the YT-2000 was dipping into the atmosphere headed for Coronet.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2016 23:46:25 GMT -8
A small craft of unarmed and unshielded nature - and, of likewise unmentionable make and model - drops out of hyperspace, in a less busy portion of Corellia space. "This is, eh, Mathis Boonson, here for a business meeting on Coronet? Err, oh God! Did I miss it? Um, requesting clearance for landing?" There was silence, as the man on board muttered to himself and bit his nails. "Yeah. Requesting permission to land."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 0:00:11 GMT -8
Taking a sip of stim-caf and setting his datapad down with a weary sigh, the dark haired native Corellian orbital traffic controller opens a comm channel to Boonson's ship, already beginning to run the pilot's name and his vessel's transponder frequency through the series of security checks all incoming vessels are subjected to when requesting clearance to land - pilot names and ship information both checked against CorSec and other law enforcement databases to ensure neither raise any red flags - and says, Hold your present position and standby Mr. Boonson. Shutting down his side of the comm conversation so that Boonson will hear only bland hold music, the traffic controller tugs at an earlobe while scrolling through the results of the security checks already being streamed to his dataterminal. Assuming neither Boonson's name nor any available data about his ship raise any red flags, the traffic controller soon re-opens the comm channel and says, You have been cleared to land in Coronet, Mr. Boonson. Please adjust course to come onto the flight path you have been assigned, and begin your approach. Good luck with your business meeting, and enjoy your stay.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 0:16:27 GMT -8
"I, I, YES! Thank you! Off I go!"
The jittery man shut off the comm - and, inwardly, Sylar breathed a small sigh of relief. Everything checked out. The false name and the nondescript ship had gotten Sylar this far, more or less. Nothing like giving out a name off the top of ones head and a jittery unassuming personality for lowering the guard. Not that anything he could've said would have raised flags. Yet. There was still the spaceport of course. "Here we go gentlemen....here...we...go..." And thus the ship descended, down, down, down to the surface.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2016 5:36:39 GMT -8
Baring his teeth as he examines his reflection in a hand mirror to make sure he has nothing caught in his teeth after eating a quick bite of a meal bar he found in the bottom of a desk drawer while looking for his brush, the tawny furred Bothan clucks his tongue and points a finger at his reflection when he sees that his teeth are just as pearly white and free from nasty food particles as can be. As he reaches up to pat his carefully styled fur into place, the Bothan orbital traffic controller groans when his headset chirrups to alert to the fact he has an incoming comm transmission being routed to him.
Making a hand puppet with his right hand and flapping the fingers as though the puppet is speaking the words coming through his headset from the pilot of the Firehawk, the Bothan sniffs after the request is complete, and rolls his neck from side and clears his throat before opening a comm channel to the Virgo-class transport and saying pleasantly, Please maintain your present heading and reduce speed to ahead dead slow, Firehawk. Standby for landing clearance. Taping away on his keyboard, humming a current Sparkle Bop tune that has gotten stuck in his mind due to sheer repetition and an all but inescapable radio presence, the Bothan runs the Firehawk's name and transponder information through the routine checks to see if CorSec or other law enforcement agencies have posted any alerts regarding the vessel.
Provided the checks result in no red flags or otherwise alarming or disturbing revelations, the Bothan is soon back on the comm after finding an open slot in incoming civilian planetary traffic patterns, and pleasantly informs the Firehawk's pilot that, You have been cleared to land, Firehawk. Your assigned flight path has been sent, please adjust heading and begin your descent. Have a nice day, Corellia orbital traffic control out.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 28, 2016 16:09:25 GMT -8
*The Reliant drifted lazily in the far reaches of the planets gravity. Appearing almost lifeless except of the the occasional flash of lights to warn others of its presence. The inside of the ship was anything but lifeless. Jonas closed his eyes and focused on clearing his mind, but the sound of Jak and Shays voices filled the cargo hold. Each voicing their opinions about what to with box they found on Hoth. After much debate, they had finally opened it. Inside was a mass of Sith relics, several sabers, a mask and a handful of Sith holocrons. Now the debate had turned to what to do with them.*
"I say what just space the thing. Take it far out somewhere and just shoot it out the airlock." Shay almost yelled at his brother. He, like his brother, wanted nothing to do with the thing. The problem though, was how to deal with it.*
"We can't just space it. Somebodies going to find the thing. Especially something letting off this much for energy." *Jak folded his arms and moved between the box and his brother.* "We need to give it to someone who can watch over this stuff. Not use it, or let it fall into the wrong hands."
"Like who? Karr? He can't..." *Shays voice was quickly cut off by Jonas.*
"Enough!" *His voice wasn't loud, more along the lines of a hoarse growl. He was tired of their constant arguing lately, and the darkside radiating of the Sith relics wasn't helping. Closing the box he stood up and faced the two. Before he could speak, the datapad in his pocket beeped. Pulling it out he skimmed through the message. He let out a sigh and put the datapad away.* "Karr has a job for us on Tatooine. A quick delivery job for one of his contacts. We do that. Then we figure out what to do with the box of evil. Alright."
*The other two remained silent for a moment before nodding their agreement. Several minutes later, the Reliant jumped to hyperspace.*
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2016 20:13:07 GMT -8
*A bright flash appeared against the background of space. Moments later a Corona class frigate dropped out of hyperspace a good distance away from the planet. The large vessel was painted solid black with a red dragon painted near the helm. Battle scars and signs of recent repair scored the sides of the vessel. The ship was the Cocidius, a Republic war vessel used for outer rim patrols. Most recently, reassigned to Jedi Knight Hana Tanil. Slowly the ship drifted into radio range of the planet. Hana stood on the bridge of the Cocidius, watching the planet grow in the view port. Upon reaching radio range, she had the crew hail orbital control.*
*Hana*
"Orbital control this is Jedi Knight Hana Tanil of the Republic frigate Cocidius. Requesting permission to take up high orbit. I'm also requesting permission to land at the Jedi Temple. How do you respond orbital control?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 18:19:25 GMT -8
Adding another rubber band to the rubber band ball he has begun assembling as he listens to the incoming comm, the native Corellian planetary traffic controller bobs his head from side until the Jedi Knight has finished making her request to take up high orbit and make for the Jedi Temple outside of Coronet, and then says pleasantly, Welcome to Corellia Jedi Knight Hana Tanil of the Republic frigate Cocidius. Please maintain your present heading and slow to ahead dead stop while the Jedi are contacted for clearance to provide you a flight path to the temple.
Air drumming on his desk and the walls of his cubicle while checking the Cocidus and its IFF against law enforcement databases to make sure there are no red flags, Dmitri spins around once the search is underway to contact the Jedi Temple to verify the Order has a Knight Hana Tanil, and to receive clearance to send her on her merry way if she checks out. Provided Tanil and her vessel both pass the necessary checks and clearances, Dmitri will re-open the comm channel while hen-pecking on his keyboard to send the flight path that has been assigned to the Corona class frigate, You have been granted permission to take up high orbit and to make for the Jedi Temple as requested, Knight Tanil. Your flight path is being sent to you now, and you are free to begin making way when ready. Safe journey, orbital control out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 1, 2016 20:36:08 GMT -8
*Hana*
"Affirmative Orbital control. Jedi Knight Tanil out."
*Hana made her way to the hangar bay as the frigate took up orbit above the planet. In the hangar she found Jonas dressed in his beskar'gam. The armor had taken damage from the explosive that almost killed him. Carbon scoring, scratches and other signs of combat made the armor look well used and battle tested. Jonas stood next to a jet black MAAT that had a red dragon painted under the cockpit.*
*Jonas*
"What are you dragging me into Hana?"
*Hana*
"You fought those Sith. You need to be here. Besides, as your friend and volunteer psychologist, I believe it's time to start facing your past."
*Jonas*
"I already came to terms with my past." *Jonas stepped into the MAAT with Hana.*
*Hana*
"No you haven't Creel, or you would have done better on Tatooine."
*Jonas tried thinking of an argument against what she said, but couldn't find any solid ground to fight with. Instead he just gave a low grunt and a sarcastic remark.* "Who says I need friends anyway?"
*Hana*
"Your psychologist does."
*The doors slid shut on the MAAT and carried the duo out of the hangar to the planet below.*
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Makhai Winters
Kumauri Industries
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Post by Makhai Winters on Feb 26, 2016 22:09:15 GMT -8
*A transmission order is sent from the western outer rim, and shortly thereafter, a matching down payment is sent to two different companies on Corellia*
Koensayr Manufacturing
Order
12 K-wing Fighters
*K-Wings utilizing SLAM acceleration systems*
*Crews quickly get to work assembling the fighters*
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Post by Makhai Winters on Mar 2, 2016 18:00:21 GMT -8
*A transmission order is sent from the western outer rim, and shortly thereafter, a matching down payment is sent to two different companies on Corellia* Koensayr Manufacturing Order 12 K-wing Fighters *K-Wings utilizing SLAM acceleration systems* *Crews quickly get to work assembling the fighters* *Crews finish up the K-wings and send a message to the purchaser that they are complete and ready for pick up* |
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Post by Karana Malora on Mar 30, 2016 18:39:54 GMT -8
"…like I was supposed to know, right? Okay, so then, I challenged you to a duel, with fists 'cause I was stupid and you had me convinced you were drunk, so I was like, this is gonna be cake! Hilarious, hilarious cake. It was my one chance to beat Wade Conners! And you were weavin' around and everything, you had everyone else convinced, too, like...dude, if smuggling doesn't work out for you, get into acting because you fooled the shit out of Stealer, and THAT, THAT is an accomplishment. But anyway, yeah, so okay… so then, we all went down to the cargo hold and—"
The controls lit up, alarms chirping, the Hawk-class vessel shuddering madly as it dropped out of hyperspace over Corellia. "Oh. We're here. That was fast," Malora said, pausing mid story with surprise, unfolding herself from her cross legged position in the pilots chair and planting her bare feet on the cold floor as she leaned over the screens. Wade was next to her in the co-pilots chair, and Galdaart Fel 's Astromech, Wrench, had vanished into the ship hours ago, warbling excitedly about a mess of technical terms that went right over Malora's head. "Guess we better ring the doorbell." She opened a channel to orbital control. Corellia, hey, long time no see. This is…uh… She had no idea what the name of the ship was, but the transponder code would take care of the technical details. Mal shrugged at Wade. …The…Hawk? In town for some business with a local bulk-item seller, Farlan Barrish. Lookin' to land in one piece, here. Got a space for me somewhere in Coronet City?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2016 19:18:15 GMT -8
Closing two of his four eyes as he yawns widely, the Ualaq orbital traffic controller waves a claw-like hand in a move-it-along-just-a-bit-faster-please motion while listening to the latest incoming comm transmission to be routed to his headset. Why some travelers feel as though they need to explain why they are coming to the planet down to the most insignificant details is beyond poor, poor Poo Bair, who is now well into his seventh hour of what feels like a never-ending shift, and who has not had anything to nibble on in at least two hours even though his tummy is rather rumbly at the moment.
After the woman on the other end of the comm finally ends her rambly request to land, Poo opens the comm channel and says just a bit tiredly, and maybe a tiny bit poutily as he has to put off seeking a snack to munch on until he has this latest landing request sorted out, Welcome to Corellia, The Hawk? Please slow to ahead dead slow and standby for landing clearance, thank you. Stabbing the mute button with a claw-tip, Poo hums a looking-up-any-red-flags-rasised-by-the-ship's-transponder-codes song to himself as he goes through all the little checks and things one goes through when clearing a ship to land even though they have a rumbly tummy and would like to have something to snack on while working but don't because a landing request was routed to them before they could waddle along to the vending machines to buy a little something to munch on while they worked.
Nothing comes up to suggest that the ship has been in any trouble in the past, and so as he finds an open slot in the civilian traffic patterns going from orbit to Coronet and plots a safe course for the Hawk and her chatty pilot, Poo reopens the comm channel and says a bit more cheerfully since he knows that he will soon be finished with this comm transmission and free to find something nice to nibble on to quiet the rumbling in his tummy, You have been cleared to land in Coronet Spaceport, The Hawk? Please adjust your speed and heading to come onto the flight path that has been assigned to you, which I am sending to you now, and begin your landing maneuvers. Good luck with landing in one piece, and enjoy your stay!
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Mar 31, 2016 5:33:04 GMT -8
Wrench had, indeed, disappeared into the inner sanctum of the Hawk-class freighter soon after entering hyperspace. The ancient vessel intrigued him, but was not as vital to his continued functioning as his new mission, protecting the chip.
Making his way to a workstation (which was much too tall for his diminutive frame) Wrench set about modifying one of his own compartments. After a suitable footstool was procured, he was able to utilize the workbench. Selecting one of the droid/ship interface panels below his system ventilation port (at his belt-line,) knowing the selected compartment was more than adequate in size and shape to house not only the intended machinery, but also a small container, the R2 unit went to work dismantling its own innards to rearrange the small compartment.
Creating a 'false depth' to the front-facing compartment was a simple affair, and shortening and bundling small wires and circuits out of the way allowed the original ship interface to occupy a much smaller, yet entirely factory-correct-looking space. Behind the false fasica, there was enough room to house the small chip, in a neat little enclosure Wrench had fabricated from scrap. It was shock-mounted in a neoprene sheath, and then encased in a small duralumin container with anti-magnetic properties (borrowed from the Hawk's sensor module.) The entire package slid neatly into the new smuggling compartment, and when all was buttoned up, Wrench was satisfied it would be a cold day on Mustafar before anyone was ever the wiser.
Trundling back to the bridge, he tweeted a greeting to Wade and Karana, as the horizon of Corellia loomed.
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Karana Malora
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Post by Karana Malora on Apr 4, 2016 13:18:02 GMT -8
You have been cleared to land in Coronet Spaceport, The Hawk? Please adjust your speed and heading to come onto the flight path that has been assigned to you, which I am sending to you now, and begin your landing maneuvers. Good luck with landing in one piece, and enjoy your stay! Mal flipped a few switches, angled the craft, and The Hawk(?) followed the given heading and entered the atmosphere. |
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Post by Johun Starfield on Jun 5, 2016 17:29:08 GMT -8
The Libero broke from Corellia's atmosphere. It paused briefly as the navicomputer calculated the appropriate course. Then, in a flash, the Libero jumped to hyperspace, headed toward the Deep Core.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2016 19:59:55 GMT -8
CDF Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, The Eurybia - Bridge
Accepting the datapad that her XO, a tall female Togruta, hands her, CDF Captain Lilia Herriton, a dark haired native Corellian, looks over the report from the Pellaeon's chief medical officer with a pensive frown and then, as she returns it to her XO, says, "You have the con. Once the tugs arrive and take the ship into custody take us back onto our patrol route," and then nods before making her way from the bridge and to her quarters.
Unbuttoning the top two buttons of her utility blouse as she enters her quarters, Lilia reaches up to massage the back of her neck and then sits at her desk, her one injured pilot and one fatality weighing heavily on her. That they ultimately captured or killed the crews of the three pirate vessels that had been plaguing commercial transports bound for Corellia for the past two days is of little comfort to her, and Lilia knows that she will not sleep well tonight. The pirates had varied their ambush points, and it was more luck than anything that the three fighter CAP had been in the vicinity of what would prove to be the last raid the small pirate fleet would conduct. The Ianthe, the CR90 accompanying the Eurybia, was the first to arrive to support the CAP, and was responsible for disabling two of the pirate vessels, sustaining some damage but no losses. The Eurybia arrived and brought the battle to an end, but not before her starfighter pilots suffered their losses.
Lilia boots up her dataterminal, mentally preparing herself to write the letter informing them of their loss to the starfighter pilot's family.
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