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Post by Sabina Gaultieri on Apr 25, 2023 0:21:36 GMT -8
CDF Captain Lilia Herriton, a dark haired native Corellian that has served in the CDF's navy since the age of eighteen and currently serves as the Commanding Officer of the Valeria, an Archer-class combat cruiser, sips from her mug of stim tea as she watches the trio of dots representing the trio of HLAF-500 starfighters returning from their uneventful combat air patrol. Glancing at the wall chrono, Lilia is pleased to see that the starfighters are returning precisely on time, and moves to look out of a viewport facing the CEC's shipyards, which are nearly completed being repaired after the First Order's vicious surprise attack months ago. CDF and Corellian Coalition Forces had fought bravely, but had ultimately been forced to retreat after sustaining heavy losses. In addition to causing massive damage to the CEC's shipyards, the First Order's attack had effectively led to the demise of the Corellian Coalition, with the Corellian Defense Force only now beginning to recover itself from the grievous loss of ships and personnel.
Once the trio of HLAF-500s have landed in the Valeria's hangar, Lilia orders her helmsman to set course for the next checkpoint on their patrol route, which will take them near one of the CDF's two Cardan III-class spacestation, the Eunike, which has only recently been restored to full operational capacity. One of the two recently completed Proficient-class light cruisers comprising Corellia's defensive fleet is currently docked with the Eunike, being armed and stocked with provisions as its new captain and crew are being shuttled from the surface to begin their tour of duty.
As the Valeria gets underway, Lilia has her comms officer contact the captains of the pair of Assassin-class corvettes that, with their starfighter compliments, will be patrolling near the CEC shipyards to let them know of their departure from the vicinity, and then informs her XO that he has the conn so that she can update the ship's log and get some rest.
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Kay'li Raganella
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Post by Kay'li Raganella on Oct 16, 2023 20:55:44 GMT -8
Aboard the Kor Vella, a 4000-series StarSpeeder
=Raja=Raja stared out the window of the StarSpeeder passenger liner as the mottled blues and browns of hyperspace gave way to starlines, and then to stars, and then to a very specific and familiar star, Corell. As the transport reverted to realspace, the traffic around the Five World rushed up to meet the Jedi apprentice and his fellow travelers. It had been a long journey home, first along the Perlemian route, and then back out the Corellian Run, and he was tired. The boy cast back in his mind to the first time he had made this approach, almost a year ago, and all that had transpired since. Despite the war that had torn him away from his Master, he felt less anxiety than he had then, and instead of focusing solely on the planet, seeking his first glimpses of the surface, he allowed himself to observe the traffic patterns around the busy shipyard world. There were minor signs of recovery operations all around the planet if you knew what you were looking for, but by far the main attraction was a great cloud of salvage ships seemed to be swarming one particularly large derelict, and the young Jedi realized to his shock that it was a super star destroyer, although so much of its hull had been scarred or peeled back, he could not identify its former allegiances or even the exact model of the craft. Surely, then, he had missed a tremendous space battle. Fidgeting as he thought once again of the battle and all that he had missed in the weeks since the invasion had been repulsed, Raja ran his fingers across the hilt of his training saber as it hung from his sash and dangled over the side of his seat. He wished he had been here to observe, and to fight, and to help the wounded, even though he understood the dangers, and the reasons why Master Frantz had sent him away to Ossus with the other padawans and younglings. He was determined to redouble his studies, so that he would get to stay next time. He knew a number of Jedi had fallen, and many Jedi and civilians alike had been injured. Even from the outer rim, he had felt whispers of pain through the Force.The orbital recovery operations faded into the distance above and behind them as the Corellian Starlines passenger flight from Coruscant broke atmo, and dove through the wispy summer clouds toward Coronet City and the sprawling spaceport laid out all around her.
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Post by Endor on Dec 29, 2023 7:58:10 GMT -8
Swirling blue bands of hyperspace gave way to the star speckled tapestry of realspace as a lone BTL-S3 Y-wing starfighter rapidly decelerated from lightspace upon entering the system. Smoke poured from the right engine, while sparks spat from the left, as the battle damaged starfighter had taken some recent damage on its journey from Hoth to Corellia. Inside the cockpit, a burly pilot in an orange rebel flight suit fought with the controls while arguing with a grumpy old ewok situated in the gunners seat behind him, all while an R6 astromech unit added its own chorus of binary expletives to the insensible shouting occurring inside the cramped two-seater."I told you, but noooo, you just had to try to make friends with a group of weequay pirates. Honestly, Endor, have you ever met a weequay who wasn't a pirate?" "I said I was sorry, didn't I? I could have sworn they seemed like the friendly type. That's the last time I listen to Hondo." BLEEP-BLEEP BLOOP-BLOOP! "Oh, don't you start too, R6. Mistakes we're made, but hey, we're all still in one piece." The sparking left engine erupted in fire, causing the former forest druid at the controls to wince. "Mostly. R6, see if you can put that out. I'll try to get us to the Academy without exploding.""Or crashing. You didn't say without crashing."
"I didn't want to get your hopes up."
"ENDOR!!!" The damaged Y-wing descended towards the surface of Corellia, falling...with style.
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Dec 29, 2023 16:34:56 GMT -8
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Post by Modred Insanus on Nov 3, 2024 22:48:19 GMT -8
A Sleek black ship with a strange crescent like emblem on it dropped from hyperspace. The ship’s home port was listed as Corellia. The proper codes and pleasantries were exchanged with ground control , and the ship joined the waiting traffic to descend into Coronet city…
Insanus was displeased that some rag tag group had destroyed one of his favorite homes on Alderaan many years before he had been awoken. A pity the views from the mountains had been truly spectacular. Coreilla was a unique choice. Busy, yet not as seedy or large as Coruscant, though, after he finished with Jara he began questioning his priests about things he had missed, including the apparent albeit temporary destruction of the Jedi. “Bah, Jedi, Sith…” He muttered, not sharing his last thought, about the so-called religious organizations for fear of alarming his own pawns. They were so busy with the “Force” and Light side, Dark side, there was neither light nor dark, only power and those unafraid to take it. They deserved not the power they wielded. Many Sith had tried recruiting him. And once…Before… He himself had been a Jedi, but his tastes..became a problem for the order, but that was thousands of years prior. Now he refuted both orders, he served not Bogan, nor Ashla. He served himself, for he was the only God worth his own time.
As the ship traffic moved, he watched out a viewport at some of the newer larger ships, wondering how many of his precious “Children” were out there. At last, it was their time to land. He went and once more sat on his pillows, knowing the descent into orbit would be a bumpy one.
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