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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2013 8:52:16 GMT -8
*Octavious pilots his Star skiff towards the temple hangar. The ship hits re-entry and enters the atmosphere.*
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Dr. Levi Rose
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Post by Dr. Levi Rose on Dec 1, 2013 16:20:18 GMT -8
After establishing contact with Republic authorities, the Carrack cruiser begins a descent to the cityscape surface, heading directly for Coruscant Naval Hospital, one of the many hospitals with the capacity to handle the sheer number of casualties aboard the ship- conveniently located close to the Jedi Temple, no less.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2013 15:28:36 GMT -8
An Owool Interceptor streaked upward from the planet, its efflux from its ion engines quite noticeable from a distance. As it exited atmosphere, there was a series of flashes - ships exiting hyperspace. Twelve CF9 Crossfires in total, they slowly formed up into a standard formation, with the Owool taking a position at the lead. Slowly, they oriented, then in a series of flashes made a communal jump to hyperspace.
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Will Sontir
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Post by Will Sontir on Jan 14, 2014 21:27:21 GMT -8
A Corellian made YT-1760 small transport freighter bearing the emblem of the Jedi Order breaks hyperspace from the colonies. Three life signs can be read. The pilot gives his high ranking clearance codes assigned only to the highest of public servants; it can be a assumed a member of the Jedi High Council-- or at least a senior master jedi-- is aboard.
Orbital defenses gave the all clear with the codes and the freighter bypasses normal and congested routes of traffic and makes a steep descent to the surface towards the Jedi Temple. . . . .
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Sara Ruluwoor
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Post by Sara Ruluwoor on Jan 16, 2014 20:08:01 GMT -8
Sel went by the book, never backing out of a favorable position. He would not move, everyone else would have to move around him. Like a sith... or a god.Is the tap-caf still open in the Dariis Skyscraper, fixty fith and Augene airlane, in Daku district? I remember it to be roomy and having good sandwitches.Most importantly, it was on the top of a skyscraper, at the intersection of several Airlanes. An easy place to flee if you happened to have wings. Checking the holo-announcements board, and making a search for the tap-caf, he found it still living and operating.I will bring Four of my guard with me, and I will be armed. Ceremonial weapon, for sure, but a weapon. You cant really disarm a forceuser Mr Brie. And it is on your homefield, so I would be a lot more calm if I could bring them. I dont know a jedi to leave a lightsaber behind neither, and would not dream to part him with it. I will send you the two dimensional video futage made with refugees. So, meeting in six hours, down at the "Dekker's TapCaf" should be reasonable. I should be done with the vid, and you with analising it by then.
Give it more theme... how about dawn?Dawn was 7 standard hours and 4 minutes away from the position of "Dekker's". Sel waited for the mans response, and quickle sent an odred with key controlls, a text message to one of his officers. The message read: 'Get Quimby, make a video, edit, send to Bridge.'
Brie forwarded the footage to the Republic's humanitarian arm, as well as military intelligence. For his own purposes, he had only wanted to verify the existence of the refugees, and did not really care under what condition they were held. He was under orders to take them in, no matter what. But others, with political and military interests, would want to analyze the footage for any clues or any propaganda points that could be obtained.
The terms were agreed: They would meet at the spacious tap-caf in the Dariis Skyscraper at the time that the Vor lord had chosen. Selevaan would bring 4 guards, and would be met by a Jedi Knight and a representative of the Galactic Senate. With a final exchange of formalities, Kerrick cut the channel. |
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Post by Garrett Morkan on Feb 4, 2014 12:14:51 GMT -8
*A silver Tri-wing shuttle slowly reached above the planet before its thrusters shut off and fell into orbit. Garrett, exhausted from his long journey, was ready for a bed instead of this pilot seat. His trip as a vagabond had been a wearying experience and the only thing he could think about was a nice motel room with running water and hopefully a few drinks to help him finally relax. Money wasn't really an issue, but being in space for this long had gotten to him. He knew that the orbital security would most likely run the specs of the ship and automatically know that it was only a transport, and a one seater at that. He didn't think he'd have to explain why he came here. It's funny. Most people came to Coruscant with business, vacation, or a little bit of both on their mind. All Garrett could think about was sleep. After establishing a link with the Authorities, Garrett spoke into a his comm watch with the dry, gruff voice that told both himself and the authorities how tired he surely was.*
:: This is Garrett Morkan approaching in a Tri-Wing Class Shuttle. Asking for permission to land and enjoy Coruscant. Have a good day.::
*A couple of minutes later, a very enthusiastic comms specialist came over the line giving him permission to land, the name of her favorite restaurant, and a great new singer she had overheard at a cantina on Tatooine. Her jovial spirit would have almost been annoying, but he had to admit that he would kill to be that happy at most of his jobs. With a quick thank you message sent to the girl and a transfer of a few thousand credits to her paycheck, he activated the thrusters and lowered his shuttle down towards the bustling planet of Coruscant. He grinned as his ship entered the atmosphere. Who said old-school hacking wasn't useful anymore?*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2014 15:00:09 GMT -8
Venom, a Nemisis patrol vessel cleared the outer hemisphere of Coruscant and entered that inhospitable realm; space. He increased the thrusters to maximum, the engines flared and the Patrol ship began to rapidly move away from Coruscant, the warm vibrant ball made of a myriad lights shrinking in the crafts wake. Pathogen's hand expertly flowed over the console like a pianist as he plotted a course for Nar Shaddaa. In moments the console began to beep indicating that his craft was clear of Coruscant's gravity well and pushing forward on a lever the ship entered the bizarre realm of hyperspace.Modified Nemesis class patrol ship. Venom
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Rokien
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Post by Rokien on Feb 12, 2014 16:09:29 GMT -8
It took some time but the Saber finally pulled out of hyperspace and stopped dead in Coruscants orbit. Literally dead.
"Seems the engines are done for"
Rokien looked at the smoldering remains of what was already an ancient engine.
"I'm surprised this hunk of junk made it this far, looks like I will have to get on the communicator and signal the nearest fleet."
Rokien moved to the ships communicator and after hitting it a few times it buzzed to life and he sent out a call to help to every nearby ship.
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Post by Palatine, Argos Theties Echion on Feb 13, 2014 13:31:04 GMT -8
Argos' Theta-class shuttle lurched into real space and headed towards the surface. He was eager to enter the senate building, and add his voice finally to the rotunda.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 17, 2014 21:35:13 GMT -8
* A black StealthX starfighter drops out of hyperspace above the planet. Rowan opens his eyes as Whistler chirps him awake. Stretching as best as he can within cockpit, Rowan looks out into the ship filled space ahead of him. It had been some time since he had seen this much traffic above a planet and he mentally prepares for the hustle and bustle of the city below. After looking back over his landing coordinates, Rowan gently pushes the yoke forward and his fighter descends down towards the planet.
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Ludo Karesh
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Post by Ludo Karesh on Mar 10, 2014 16:30:40 GMT -8
A Correllian Corvett named Umbaran Checkmate jumps into the Coruscant system. Ah Coruscant, the jewel of the Galaxy. At one time you were a beautiful planet full of life. How long ago was that? Too long ago that changed when the city began to cover the whole planet. How many governments have set up their headquarters here? How many have fought and died over this lifeless chunk of rock? No matter. He was now here and the game was afoot.
This is the Umbaran Checkmate, bearing the new senator from Tralus requesting permission to land.
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Nemo
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Post by Nemo on Mar 11, 2014 17:44:46 GMT -8
The Zephyr, a small modified frigate exited hyperspace and transmitted Jedi codes to the orbital control centre. Receiving the correct clearance response, the ships auto-pilot began to descend towards the Jedi Temple.
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Odi
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Post by Odi on Mar 21, 2014 19:43:06 GMT -8
Exiting Coruscant's atmosphere, the transport began it's final preparations for the jump into hyperspace. Aboard the craft, Odi and his team prepped their gear and continued to go over the operation. After navigational checks were complete the transport bolted forward and entered lightspeed leaving the planet behind.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2014 15:25:52 GMT -8
*High above Coruscants orbit sat a blue and slate grey SS-54 assault ship dubbed The Sun Dog. The ship had arrived several hours earlier and had taken up orbit around the massive city planet. From within the Cockpit a loud beeping began to emit from the ships control panel, followed by a groan of annoyance. Groggily Kaytra began to stir. Her feet were propped up on the control panel, the rest of her was leaned back in the chair. Reaching over with her right foot, she hit the alarm and shut it off. She gave a small grin of satisfaction before trying to wiggle herself deeper into the chair while half burying her face into the green combat jacket she was using as as blanket. The smell of grease and oil filled her nose, along with the faint smell of cigara smoke. She let out a sigh before sitting up in her seat and pounding on the door behind her.* "Wake up folks! It's time to make our decent. Is everybody geared up and ready? If not, to bad."
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Post by Mirian Santiro on Jun 14, 2014 4:57:45 GMT -8
Kdonk! Clunk! Clink! Mirian's durasteel mini R2-series astromech droid hug-me replica bounced all over the place, narrowly avoiding the heads of various individuals and possibly breakable objects when the girl had launched the doll after being shocked awake by Kaytra's banging on the ship's hull and shouting. Somehow, the replica came full circle and landed back in Mirian's lap, arranged in a way that it looked like it was staring at her disapprovingly. Then again, she always thought people and things didn't approve of her much. She vaguely remembered Kaytra asked something somewhat rhetorical. Was it that was everyone geared up and ready? She looked down at herself. All her kits and gear was set. She didn't have much in the way of armor, but then, sacrifices had to be made because first, Mirian was hopeless in armor, being mobility impaired in anything heavy, and secondly, she needed space to carry all the medikits and various other equipment. She was like a walking emergency ward.
:: Geared and ready. :: She said groggily into her comlink to Kaytra.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2014 14:32:33 GMT -8
*Kaytra could hear the sounds of something darting around the troop bay behind the door. She wasn't exactly sure what it was, but from the sounds of everyone in the back, it was more irritating then anything. Over her comlink came the voice of Mirian Santiro, the resident medic, stating that she was ready. Shaking her head, Kaytra turned back to the controls. She contacted orbital control and sent them the ships coordinates along with information claiming that it was a cargo vessel. Upon recieving conformation to land, she guided the ship planet side. Destination, Coruscants underworld.*
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Jul 3, 2014 6:08:49 GMT -8
A Corellian Corvette broke from hyperspace. It was painted red and gold, looking like the sands of its planet of origin. It's name was "Rylothian Gold," named for its owner, Senator Crom'nen, known as "The Golden Tongue." It broadcast the diplomatic ID of the Republic Senator and headed for the surface.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 25, 2014 12:59:24 GMT -8
*As Gavin's YT-1930 entered Coruscant's orbit he began loading in the coordinates for Yavin. He, himself, wondered what he would find when they reached it, having his own history upon the moon's surface. Once the coordinates were set into the computer and free of the planet's gravity well, the ship launched itself into hyperspace.*
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Seleevan Khar
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Aug 1, 2014 12:06:13 GMT -8
Salavas was back in Imperial ware. Since they have not been issued any Republic uniforms, this is what they would live off for a good while, it seemed. He walked into the bridge, and stopped beside the Command Throne. Seating in it was none less then Seleevan Khar himself. It WAS after all his throne.
-Salavas-
"Sir, everything is ready for Operation Snake-Eyes."
"Good. Engage."
-Salavas, loudly-
"OPERATION SNAKE EYES IS A GO!"
A large number of TIE Defenders left Coruscant space. Their Tractor beams had been changed to stronger scanning equipment, along with the Ion cannons. They also recieved a small but deadly self destruction device.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Aug 4, 2014 22:09:58 GMT -8
*A small blue Jedi Starighter shot out of hyperspace and almost stopped instantly. Crystaall began flipping switches as a purple R4 unit began to make noises from his slot. Crystaall smiled as she quickly gave a brief message to Coruscant command, stating her reasons were of her own, and not Jensaarai business. She stared at the planet for a moment after wards until R4 beeped up another phrase onto her screen.*
"That's right buddy. Home sweet home."
*Crystaall then eased her starfighter forward as it then entered the atmosphere and headed toward the Jedi Temple.*
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