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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Apr 9, 2021 20:57:38 GMT -8
*Cutting into the traffic nightmare that was Couruscant orbit, Kannue had his ship join up with the other 3 ships of his commercial fleet. He hailed the surface immediately. Small vessels aboard began the agonizingly slow move of things here to down there*
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Aug 14, 2021 11:56:10 GMT -8
The Baleen-class heavy freighters, Gitche Gumee, Lustania, Orca and Concordia sat anchored in Coruscant orbit. Quite obviously they were not literally attached to the planet by means of a big heavy weight attached to a long chain but rather anchored as a common term for parked. Past that clarification, the manner ships sat idle in orbit
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Post by Captain Xakic Kannue on Aug 14, 2021 13:13:52 GMT -8
A ship entered Coruscant orbit from the surface. I mean really, not like I need to say that. I mean it ain't like I lifted up from Galactic city and there we were in Kuat orbit - am I right? The answer is quite obvious. Anyway, this ship, the Ford Pinto of Star Wars tech moved along with nobody stupid enough to even put up resistance to the ships movement. At long last the ship reached the edge of orbit. The captain spoke -Kannue- "Hang onto your nuts; gonna roll - now." And with that warning the ship made the jump to hyperspace
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 25, 2021 20:10:36 GMT -8
Cruising into Coruscant orbit a lone Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft seemed so small and insignificant among the numerous ships that made this easily the most busy planet in the Universe. The ship cruised in slow but steady, at last disappearing into the planet's atmosphere
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 12:39:33 GMT -8
cutting into orbit from the surface a Firespray-31-class moved along at a terrifying speed. Onboard a trembling voice asked -Shakk- "Gid are we all going to die?" Not a word was offered in response. Turning to Alem the blue Twi'leck shrugged -Alem- "Think that the cheese has finally slid off her cracker." The ship reached the end of Coruscant space and jumped into hyperspace
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 4, 2021 12:34:15 GMT -8
Busting Into a ship quickly the cut distance between itself and the and the planet
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 4, 2021 15:35:01 GMT -8
Ripping into orbit any hopes of a smooth exit were dashed by massive gridlock imposed by the weighty number of ships destined for exit to hyperspace. The ships automatic elevator music, placed in the ships with the intention of soothing the driver but ironically the likely root cause of numerous vehicular manslaughter cases, kicked in. At long last the ship made the jump to hyperspace
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Sept 17, 2021 21:54:19 GMT -8
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Post by Twin Togruta Dubh on Sept 19, 2021 10:37:47 GMT -8
A Wayfarer Transport slipping into orbit joined the legion of other vessels swarming around the city planet. It had been an eventful trip to say the least. Let us recap.... Piloting the Wayfarer Rhiannon took notice of the blood on her arms, t-shirt and pants. Looking down to her legs she muttered -So nah! " Yearning shirt off she undid and dropped her pants, kicking them to the side. The ship began slipping away again and taking her place she straightened it out again with Rhiannon strjuggling to clean herself up yet maintain control of the ship, Aranrhod contended with the body of the man who the pair had just greased. Aranrhod got the body stripped of anything valuable then dumped the remains into space. She then cleaned the mess left in his wake. after cleaning herself she then took to washing everything around the area that had been hit by blood. After finishing that task Rhiannon took to swabbing the floor thoroughly. Seeing the state Rhiannon was in the woman helped her sister today up and get a change of clothes on With everything now straightened out as well as it could be, Aranhod stood still looking through the front shield -Aranrhod- "Home?"Anak?" To which her sister replied simply -Rhiannon- "Anak...." Funny that word. Home. No matter in what language the word is said it has enormous meaning. The girls were born and spent the majority of their lives on Shilli. And the were proud Togruta. Very proud. But they had spent much of their formative years living on the tough streets of Coruscant. And Coruscant to Rhiannnon and Aranrhod was anak. And the ship effortlessly slipped into....
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Post by Twin Togruta Dubh on Sept 22, 2021 0:11:38 GMT -8
Into orbit a Wayfarer medium freighter climbed from the surface. Inside sat two cute little Togruta girls. One, Rhiannon at present was piloting the beast. Ironically she was driving her sister, Aranrhod, to their home planet, so as that she might get her ass kicked fighting with another beast. The before mentioned Aranrhod was doing all kinds of looking at various weapons, pacing, meditating, talking to the mirror, ect. And so forth. And the ship made the jump
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Post by Nem Yin on Oct 30, 2021 9:25:39 GMT -8
Coruscant, an ecumenopolis of trillions, one giant city that covered the surface of the world to its very skies. Imperial City. A world literally and figuratively at the center of all things in the galaxy. One of the main residences of the First Order.
In a public transport flying at sublight speeds, Venrik Azzameen snored loudly in his seat, seemingly oblivious to events around him. 'Seemingly' being the operative word. For beneath a head of short blonde hair and pale beige skin, was a hidden figure comprised of sutured flesh and grafted organs. He was well enough awake, as the snoring was just another displayed bit of deception to help sell the role he was playing at.
It had been an easy enough thing finding a suitable individual with reason to travel to the galactic core. One that had to possess certain proportions and flawless credentials, one traveling alone that wouldn't be missed. The true Venrik Azzameen had met his end in the back alleys of Taris, stabbed repeatedly in the gut with a long serrated bone knife known as a coufee. His body was then taken and dissected, his genetic code copied and replicated, then written in to the bio-engineered cell structure of a Yuuzhan Vong ooglith masquer. Nem regretted that bit of murder, which was why he committed the act himself. Though reluctant, it was necessary to complete the disguise. He couldn't have another Venrik flagged on a different world, there could only be one.
He continued to snore loudly, annoying the passenger seated beside him, as the transport entered the atmosphere.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Dec 4, 2021 3:09:34 GMT -8
Passing by a patrol of multiple Arquitens-Class Command Cruisers, moving below the shadows of a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, the small Rho-Class transport shuttle was smoothly traveling towards the thriving heart of the galaxy, an ecomenopolis that was housing some of the most prominent gouvernments in history. With the First Order holding Coruscant as their gouvernmental seat, the man in the trenchcoat, who was piloting the vessel, knew that their power was now similiar to that, that Emperor Palpatine once held.
Truely an achievement to behold. A mere man made Emperor, having subdued a large portion of the galaxy.
Yet the man's fascination was only a brief thought and nothing he really cared to acknowledge too much. With the deliveries he'd bring, his job wasn't exciting. Even a grand metropolis of the size of a planet required daily new work forces and replacements in order to maintain it's infrastructure. Thus the workforce aboard behind him was scrambled up from various sectors from the Outer Rim, that still paid tribute towards the Emperor or was considered in allegiance with the First Order due to them having freed their planet.
From where they came didn't really matter, all that mattered was their profession. Most of them were mechanics, ordered by the various companies within the city, that required cables and other installations to be maintained.
Simple men for a simple job.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Dec 5, 2021 3:29:06 GMT -8
Reports from Muunilinst arrive at the HI-C headquarters on the resort moon Hesperidium, including mostly files regarding the current Novatrooper project on the former imperial capital world alongside with some recommendations for further blood samples on the new officers, that had joined the program. Showing promising results for a new generation of elite Stormtroopers, that could easily follow into the steps of the legendary Republic Commandos, the variation of promising DNA strains could potentially result in stronger generations of soldiers within the First Order, while maintaining still the need for fresh recruits among the Imperial Army.
The ComSar officer, who delivered the files towards the Council in the name of the Grand Moff Jenia Kasalle furthermore handed out another code cylinder, containing information from the current project, that was overseen at Ilum. Nothing unusual, all within the norms. With the file being recieved and the officer leaving the conference room, the data from the cylinder was transmitted by the chairman towards the Imperial Palace on a direct frequency to keep both Director Piett and the Emperor informed.
Afterwards the Arkanian wiped the cylinder clean, leaving no traces of the original data on it to ensure that the secrecy of the project is maintained.
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Post by Lucius Vasili on Mar 18, 2022 6:06:04 GMT -8
--It had been quite the trip, moving down the Hydian Way from what used to be the old Corporate Sector. It quickly had fallen into the hands of the Solenbaran Diarchy shortly after its formation due to the strength it amassed. More often than not, there was very little that could stand against an Imperial force when it desired something for its own, especially in such small numbers. Such was fate that anything could fall in the blink of an eye.
It proved true for even the Diarchy itself. The desires and ambitions of a select few, led by just one was able to bring what seemed like a rising nation of power to its knees with little effort. Influence and preparation was all that was needed for Silas Darkstar to enact his coup. In the course of what seemed like a single day, all allies to Atash Torkan were incarcerated and the man cornered to the point of retreating from the sector entirely. All in the name of turning the Diarchy into a monarchy led by the the Executor, Valindra. Lucius had been away, patrolling the recently acquired areas of the Corporate Sector, providing him no opportunity to grant aid. All had been said and done by the time word reached them. Needless to say, civil war nearly broke out amongst his own fleet at what to do. Initiated by those that had been mixed into his own ranks through Silas's plan. They demanded the return of the fleet to secure the area and capture Torkan. These numbers were few, but enough to cause a stir. Such a disturbance was not one Lucius was willingly to tolerate and the instigators dealt with without mercy.
The Rear-Admiral was a man of ambition and served for his betterment and self interest. However, a coup was not something he cared for. But neither did he seek to fight upon the Diarch's behalf and restore his power. He would merely watch and see what was to transpire. Doing so proved the right choice as it seemed that the Executor did not share the same vision as Silas for she never returned to claim the throne her followers prepared her. She already ranked the highest within the Diarchy equal to Torkan and control the entire military. It had been establish as a Diarchy for a reason, the Executor there as the creator alongside Atash. With none to lead, all the Diarchy possessed began falling to ruin due to infighting and raids from those that surrounded them.
And after months, Lucius made his choice.
A fleet emerged from hyperspace along the Perlemian Trade Route comprised of Diarchy vessels. Holding formation, Task Force King Sword made its approach towards the capital of the First Order. Lucius stood at the view point of the Cazador-class Star Destroyer as the planet grew before him. Many options had laid before him in the Diarchy's fall. He could have become a warlord and gathered up the remnant of the order and create a new power that he led. It would have certainly showed his rise to power. But he wouldn't have obtained it through his victories, only took advantage of an opportunity. Certainly not anything worth shaming, however, it wasn't how he desired to rise the ranks. He could have taken his powerful fleet and become a pirate. But how long before his fleet fell into disrepair and collapsed with no true allies. All that was left was Joining a new order. The First Order was the only place he felt could truly provide him with the ability to pursue is ambitions for he was too merciless for the factions of "good" and he didn't trust the Sith. The size of the Order would make it a challenge, but nothing truly gained was worth anything without such trials.
Growing closer to the planet, he finally turned to the command crew.--
"Hold the fleet here. Open a channel to orbital control."
--Upon receiving word that a channel had been established, Vasili moved to the communication team before speaking.--
This is Lucius Vasili, leader of Task Force King Sword, former Rear-Admiral of the collapsed Solenbaran Diarchy. My team and I are seeking to become apart of the First Order. I believe the strength we possess would be a valuable asset the growing might of your Emperor's fist. |
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Post by Lucius Vasili on May 14, 2022 6:47:13 GMT -8
—Time passed on as Lucius awaited a reply, yet nothing seemed to come. Whilst true that this planet was considered the home world of the First Order, not to mention a hub of activity for most of the galaxy, he found it strange, if not a bit insulting and frustrating that he would still be standing here for so much longer than expected anywhere else. One would think that with the arrival of a whole fleet, the attention of the First Order would turn to it, prepared to engage should it be an enemy. Yet here he still stood, fist clenching in his crossed arms. It was all he did to express his irritation, the rest of his composure remaining calm and collected.
However, with a deep breath, his hands released their tense grip. He had to remain calm. He wasn’t going to get anywhere if he addressed the. With any sort of frustration. After all, it could be the very reason he showed up with a fleet that it was taking so long. Scanning vessels, double checking his statements and verifying that it would be a wise choice to allow him to proceed to the surface. It was time spent understanding intention and deciding if he was to be considered friend or foe— |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 14, 2022 7:10:06 GMT -8
This is Lucius Vasili, leader of Task Force King Sword, former Rear-Admiral of the collapsed Solenbaran Diarchy. My team and I are seeking to become apart of the First Order. I believe the strength we possess would be a valuable asset the growing might of your Emperor's fist.
Angled towards Task Force King Sword as the pride of the Imperial Navy, a Super-class Star Destroyer, one of the few in existence at this time. Fleet Admiral Arcavius had been conducting starfighter reviews and drills when the communication was relayed. The other vessels weren't as close so the exercises had to be put on hold and the squadrons returned to their berths. As the vessel approached, scans began to be emitted from the warship as it examined the fleet's composition. The First Order was finally seeing, up close, more of the Diarchy's designs, such as the Cazador-class and Cargador Carriers. A transmission came seconds later.=Fleet Admiral Arcavius= This is the Pax Imperialis to Rear-Admiral Vasili. Your arrival is quite unexpected.True, another fleet had never come to Coruscant since the arrival of the First Order itself, some years ago.=Fleet Admiral Arcavius= His Majesty is surprised, to say the least, that you would come to join us. Our intel, thanks to a meeting with one of your former Diarchs, has painted a strange picture of the Diarchy's fate. It is unfortunate that one of our few Imperial friends in the galaxy is no more. But, we welcome those who served her as they were capable and proven. |
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Post by Lucius Vasili on May 15, 2022 22:38:14 GMT -8
—Holding strong to his patience had proven itself the proper course for his officer in charge of the radar made note of the approach of a large vessel. Setting his gaze in the location of said signal, it was but a few moments more before the craft came into view. A single Super-class Star Destroyer, more than capable of handling his fleet if it really came down to it, at least, if his understanding of the ship was correct. The awe in his eyes never faded as the First Order’s strength amazed him. If this was what they sought to protect the home world with, what else did they have in waiting? The man smirked, eager to see it for himself.
It wasn’t much longer that confirmation came of his latter opinion of his wait. The arrival of one of the Diarchy was a strange occurrence. But there was another that caught his attention. The mention of a Diarch having already been met with. So he was not the only one seeking to join the First Order in the collapse of their own order. But who was it? Time would tell.
Taking a breath, Lucius prepared his reply seeing what else he could glean from what was known.— I apologize for the sudden arrival. Perhaps it would have been a wiser choice to have called ahead. However, given our choices, I felt that risking a full fleet arrival was the best course. After all, attempting to wrestle Coruscant for the First Order with a fleet of this size would be a fool’s game, would it not? It is strange, the downfall of our order. Unexpected, to say the least. I, myself, know little of the situation, only that which I gathered while on patrol. The man chuckled quietly to himself before continuing. From what I gathered, a coup had been attempted by a single man for the sake of the Executor to take complete control. I cannot say who was truly the orchestrator behind it but I will say, it was thought out. Many loyal members where scattered about and effectively took over. This I learned from those among my own rank that demanded the fleet return from patrol to aid in the coup. Unfortunately, my crew is a bit understaffed because of it. He paused for a moment, the implication for than clear of what transpired with those who sought to participate in the coup. But with that remark, he moved past it, his mind looking forward and his own proof of worth. He might be welcomed without needing to truly prove it, be he sought to nonetheless. I look forward to proving myself to the First Order. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 16, 2022 10:58:06 GMT -8
The story spoken by the Rear-Admiral did confirm the intelligence known through the military. Scout ships had been sent along the Hydian Way to examine what had occurred within formerly Corporate Sector space. What was learned was of the once firm order was replaced by renewed chaos. It would take some time for the Sector Authority or another to be able to renew the organization and establish law once more. With the arrival of Vasili, the story from Zariel was given further detail. Imperial Intelligence would want the report from the Fleet Admiral soon likely.
=Fleet Admiral Arcavius=
His Imperial Majesty is always welcoming to those of Imperialist backgrounds as well as capable and efficient individuals. The First Order is about merit after all, merit that brings progress and ensures only the most effective are truly placed in positions where they may thrive.
Arcavius paused for a moment, contemplating on what to do next.
=Fleet Admiral Arcavius=
I will grant you permission to come down to the surface. The Emperor would want to meet with you in person. To best evaluate you and to ensure a proper rank is given to your person. Your fleet is welcomed to remain or they may utilize our shipyard facilities at the neighboring Foerost system. Nonetheless, your crew is welcomed to rest and relax on the surface of the Imperial capital.
Given that the Grand Admiral Kasalle wasn't here, the next best person was the Emperor himself.
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Post by Lucius Vasili on May 17, 2022 0:37:10 GMT -8
—All was going well. Upon arriving, he had expected to encounter some form of hesitation, a desire to verify intention. Whilst true that Lucius had come after the fall of his previous order and the reality of it were known to those of the First Order, he had anticipated questions and interviews, wondering as to why he sought to change hands so easily, if he had taken any part in the fall of his order. Imperial or not, was his induction into the greater First Order a risk to them? Yet despite these thoughts, if they were shared, they certainly weren’t being exposed up front. Still, he would have to expect that eyes would be watching him for some time.
What was more was who he would end up meeting with. He had expected simply a higher ranked officer within the Navy, much as he had when joining the Diarchy. Yet here, the Emperor himself would seek to evaluate him. It was time to reveal his best.— Tis be the greatest honor to meet with the Emperor himself. I will be sure to hold nothing in reserve so that he may see the true depth of my being so that his decision is made in confidence. As for my fleet, I believe having them dock with the shipyard would be best. Though we have done little in the way of fighting since the Diarchy’s collapse, finding a shipyard to undergo regular inspection and maintenance has been ill afforded to us. It can work twofold for not only will my ships get the attention they need, your own technicians and engineers can get the opportunity to view the ships of the Diarchy. |
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 18, 2022 17:58:46 GMT -8
Indeed. Given now that another was joining the First Order, both the Imperial Navy and Military Intelligence will get a firsthand look at the ships and starfighters of the Diarchy. Their intelligence, thus far, showed not a vast military, but one that is specialized and seasoned. Their technology was relatively advanced, compared to other warlord factions. Likely on par with the innovations and progress of the First Order. The Navy and Intelligence would be pleased with this chance.=Fleet Admiral Arcavius= Have your fleet then head for the neighboring shipyards at Foerost. Once you have had your meeting with the Emperor, Naval Command will give you a designated area to patrol and watch over. Although, before you depart, you are welcomed to enjoy the hospitality of Coruscant.The channel falls silent as the Imperial begins relaying the request to Palace Security about an audience with the Emperor. After several moments passed, the channel reopened and the voice of Arcavius was heard once more. Coordinates were sent as the transmission continued.=Fleet Admiral Arcavius= His Imperial Majesty is currently at Star Fleet Command, in a meeting with his commanders. You will meet with him here after the meeting, which will be wrapping up shortly. You will have clearance to enter and have an escort take you to where the Emperor will be.
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