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Post by Shaman Chill on Feb 25, 2013 22:25:13 GMT -8
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Talon Fenris
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Post by Talon Fenris on May 12, 2013 7:29:31 GMT -8
A short-burst Comms transmission finds its way to the Imperial worlds, warning of the current events on Prakith.
####Emergency Transmission####
####Secure Comms Line Open###
####Message Begins####
This is Imperial Knight Fenris, Stationed on Prakith.
*Static*
T07e Planet has 0987345/[/# Attack from unknown F000-.[;';rces.
This Broadcast is going out to all Imperial forces..*static*
Help Is required.
*static*
####Message Ends####
It was short but to the point, anyone who heard it would now know there was trouble afoot in the Empire.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on May 19, 2013 20:53:54 GMT -8
A high priority message is broadcast through secure military channels to all Imperial fleets in the system.Attention all fleets, this is Grand Admiral Dodonna. As I am sure you are now aware, the planet Prakith, a planet only recently brought into the Imperial fold, is under attack by an unknown force. All available fleets are to report to the following coordinates and prepare for a counter assault.Short, sweet, and to the point. The transmission ends as soon as it begins.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on May 31, 2013 19:13:16 GMT -8
With a flash of multi-spectrum radiation, the Talon, a Munifex-class Light Cruiser, dropped out of hyperspace and entered the Ojom system. It's aft sections venting smoke and small metallic bits from the ship. The bridge was a study of ordered chaos, the Lieutenant was barking questions at his crew, the navigator was unconscious, or worse, his console was still sparking. The pilot and co-pilot are working frantically to stabilize the Talon's trajectory with nothing but maneuvering thrusters, engineering is trying to stabalize the reactor, while comms is trying raise local traffic control, broadcasting a emergency signal with a possible reactor breach, and requesting immediate assistance.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on Jun 8, 2013 23:26:42 GMT -8
Rajack was sitting in a large uncomfortable chair, in the space station control room. It was the graveyard shift, so he sat alone in the room smoking a pair of death sticks. One in a left hand, and one in a right, he let the sweet poison fill his lungs as his remaining two hands rub his body all over. That was a benefit of being a Basilisk, four arms meant multitasking was the norm.
Suddenly an loud screech tares through his head (in reality the communications console had just chirped), Rajack is startled out of his chair. His surprised screams turn to ones of pain as the console continues to chirp, sending knives ripping through his head. It is a full fifteen minutes before someone notices his screaming, and people show up in the control room to answer the distress signal.
Another twenty minutes go by.
Finally a coordinated rescue effort is on its way, ships from a dozen of the closest orbital stations move towards the crippled ship. In charge of the effort is an imperial Lieutenant Commander, fresh from the academy.
Damaged ship. This is Commander Larkin, we are here to assist.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 10, 2013 19:25:06 GMT -8
Lt. Hernando Eriksen, the Talon's commanding officer, barked orders while the crew quickly rerouted systems as needed, with the clam efficiency of a constantly drilled crew. Engineering crews worked quickly, and managed to successfully stabilize the main reactor, while a medical team saw to the injuries on the bridge, sending the worst cases to the med-bay. The pilot and co-pilot had less luck, and the ship continued to tumble through space, though more slowly now. Communications personnel responded to the local hail immediately.
Commander Larkin, this is Talon, we seem to have experienced a hyperdrive malfunction. Life support is still operational, and we managed to save the reactor, though it will need repairs before it can produce full power again. Shields are damaged, but may still be operational, weapons are all off-line. Engines are well and truly fried according to engineering, and so are our primary sensors. If you could kindly tractor us to a repair dock, and get us a new set of start charts we'd be much obliged sir.
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Post by Sarah Dodonna on Jun 10, 2013 20:16:56 GMT -8
Very well, Captain. We will take you to the orbital spaceport Harnida. Once we have you docked, we will have to have security sweep your ship. A necessary precaution.
The transports adjust their courses, instead of heading straight for the tumbling warship they pass its starboard side by several kilometers. Turning wide the come up behind the ship and surround it on all sides, activating their tractor beams in sequence in a coordinated effort to stabilize the ship. Once its spiraling ceased they began tugging it towards Harnida, the main seat of imperial power on Ojom. Since the majority of the planet's population actually inhabited thousands of space stations above the planet, it made sense to have the center of the planet's government be located in one as well. Though "government" and "power" were rather loose terms in the case of Ojom. Centuries of criminal infestation among the space stations was hard to scrub away, the imperials were just thankful that they criminal element was mostly unorganized.
The trip to Harnida takes an hour and a half, since the smaller transports could only barely pull the much larger capital ship. But they finally arrive at the large space station. After some fiddling with their tractor beams, the transports and the station finally manage to line up the cruiser with the airlocks. As soon as the atmosphere pressurizes and the doors open, a contingent of imperial army troopers storm onto the ship. Or rather, they were suppose to storm, but it was more of a stroll. The new governor had yet to truly whip the planet's defense force into shape. After they lazily swept the ship for any imminent threats, the governor sends a comm message to Talon.
Captain, while we assess the damage to your ship, would you like to join me in my office?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 17, 2013 15:48:43 GMT -8
The Lt. nods his affirmation, and the comm officer double clicks the comm before ending the transmission. The crew works steadily to repair the damage to the ships more sensitive components, and tries to clear away the wreckage strewn about the hallways of the ship. Most of the damage was structural, and the crew winced at the ominous groaning of the ship as it was tractored by the surrounding ships. Med bay was full, but not overflowing, and most of its occupants bore minor injuries, sprains, fractures, bruises, and a few missing teeth, with only a few critically injured, the worst being the navigator, with third degree burns covering most of his face, chest and arms. He was in a coma currently, one which the medical orderly did not expect him to awake from.
As the ship was boarded, a corporal greeted the party with a data-pad containing the deck plans and current damage reports from each section. He guided the party through the ship, helping them avoid the venting areas of the ship while doing his best to let them inspect as much of the ship as possible.
The last comm, was patched through to the Lt.'s personal comm, he was currently talking with his chief engineer, trying to asses the damage to his ship when it arrived. He paused and then decided to respond to it, and told the engineer to continue effecting repairs as best he could, before stepping into one of the many corridors and made his way towards the air lock as he responded to the call.
It's just Lieutenant, sir, and yes it would be a pleasure to join you sir. I'm on my way to the air lock now, perhaps one of your men could guide me from there sir?
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 14, 2013 13:18:29 GMT -8
Waiting at the ramp
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 15, 2013 12:15:33 GMT -8
Lt. Erikson, a thin human male of average height with a pale, freckled complexion, straightens his uniform as he disembarks the Talon. He offers a salute to the waiting party not certain if he was officially out ranked, but certain that considering the circumstances he was the junior officer present. He stood at attention, holding the salute until it was returned, at the foot of the ramp, his uniform vaguely imperial in cut, but was all pastel blue in color, even the boots.
Respectfully request permission to come aboard Sir!
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Jul 29, 2013 16:15:14 GMT -8
Due to the fact that my post was eaten up despite me not editing it looks like I have to start it all over again.
Returning the salute the Erikson, Finnick smiled. Officially he held the rank of Master Armourer it was more ceremonial than anything so I guess one could say they were close to the same rank. What was weird though was that Finnick was currently in three other places at once, how he did it no one could say. Clones, robots, the force? No one but Finnick (and not even the writer) would ever know. Making sure his curly red hair was tied behind his head he spoke. Permission granted Lt. Larkin sent me to bring you to him if you are of able body.
What would no doubt be strange about this was the fact that the armoured Imperial Knight simply called him by his last name. Not by rank. You see Finnick considered himself above the man for a multitude of reasons which I do not have time to talk about. If not I can lead you somewhere where the crime isnt to bad.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 1, 2013 11:18:33 GMT -8
Lt. Eriksen Nodded and offered a grim smile to the Imperial Knight, as he responded.
I be in very gut health master. It be me ship that's injured, not I. Let's be off to see this Larkin fellow then, Ja?
Lt. Eriksen followed Finnik through the Imperial ship to whatever room the other commander had deigned to use for this meeting. The Lt. got the impression that dealing with Finnik might prove more forthright than with the lax imperial commander Larkin, at least long term, but he'd give the commander a chance though if he seemed too incompetent Hernando would have to find someone else to direct his inquires too, and would start his search with Finnik.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 1, 2013 15:12:32 GMT -8
To call it a ship would be an understatement. Harnidia was a massive floating city for the planets inhabitants the Besalisks. Out of all the floating cities though this one was the best suited for Imperials to create their seat of power for it had the least amount of corruption. Which is not really saying anything considering the natives culture is so steeped in crime that every inhabitant owed someone something for doing some odd favour or another.
Still things were kept reasonably well under wraps. When asked to lead the way Finnick lifted his brow at the odd accent but said nothing. Of course let us go. As they turned around a half dozen four armed aliens wore the universal sign for medic on their sleeves as they looked at Erikson to see if they could go aboard to help the others still inside.
Still as they walked through the city they passed through many different scenes. A bar fight between two besalisks, an Imperial patrol rushing to break it up and many many different buildings tagged by the locals. Finally though they made it to the Imperial headquaters where Larkin was located. Unlike the rest of the city this building was clean and looked new. The duracrete building had multiple defensive positions and Storm Troopers armed and loaded ready to fight. Normally they would ask for identification but it was not needed, everyone knew Finnick and not to get in his way. Opening the door he waited for his VIP to go in first.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 6, 2013 12:24:24 GMT -8
Lt. Eriksen waved the medics on board, knowing his medical staff would welcome the assistance and the chance to relax a little. He walked with a kind of rolling gait that made little noise, but was rather odd to observe, drawing the occasional stare from passers by. As the moved along he kept a curious eye on his surroundings, noting the locals and what he could of their customs, though the walk was far to short for him to gain any real information. When he was motioned to enter the room ahead of his guide, he entered and quickly stepped to one side of the door as he took in the room beyond. He hated walking into strange rooms that might be a containment cell just as easily as an office.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 7, 2013 9:47:55 GMT -8
Finnick rolled his eyes, he wasnt a fool. He could tell that the person did not like entering first and he was slightly offended that he thought this was a trap. The Imperial Remnant may be descendant from multiple cut throats but they were taking strives to change that. Once he was inside they would go down some hallways until they enter an office.
Turning around in his spinny chair like an old school Bond villain he smiled. Welcome to my humble abode.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 8, 2013 12:51:21 GMT -8
Lt. Eriksen followed the Imperial Knight down the hall to the commanding officer's office. Stepping in he stood at parade rest, since the man wasn't his superior, just a superior officer he gave a brief salute, before responding to the man. He wore loose blast vest over a durable and many pocketed shirt and matching pants, many of the pockets bulging slightly. The color pattern was a jagged and seemingly accidental set of stripes, all in dull grays and browns. It was a mildly hypnotic/distracting pattern that was surprisingly effective at distorting the Lieutenant's profile.
Ve ist honored by yer hospitality Sir. Ve are in yer debt. How can ve repay yer kindness Guv'ner Larkin?
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 9, 2013 8:57:13 GMT -8
What a dangerous thing to ask someone, sure this was a civilized galaxy and all but when you are in the middle of the hornets nest and ask that question it could be dangerous. Normally had the Imperial Knight not been there Erikson would have been toiling for years to repay the good deed. Thankfully this wasn't the case because Finnick was there to make sure this man did not abuse his power. Make sure he did not follow suit of the local inhabitants but rather gave them something to strive towards. Something to work towards in their otherwise dark and pointless life of crime. His eyes flicking towards Finnick so fast it was hardly noticeable he sighed. Well you could start out by telling me what in damnation you are doing here? You know, Imperial Remnant being secret and all.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 20, 2013 7:00:41 GMT -8
The Lt. had asked the question more to judge the character of the administrator than as an actual offer of service, as he was quite confident in his crew's capacity to function without him, and his own ability to thwart mischief. He couldn't be sure but it had appeared that the administrator had glanced away before responding, perhaps indicating that he was deviating from his norm, whatever that might be. Lt. Eriksen tilted his head and adopted a slight frown to show his own uncertainty as to how he had arrived here, while he put forth the most obvious explanation.
Vell, it vould appear dat mine navigator miscalculated de last hyperspace jump, and dat by some tvist of fate er fortune ve have arrived on yer airlock. I vill be honest sir, I have never heard of dis place before and am not exactly certain vhere ve are.
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Post by Xeonon Solomon on Aug 25, 2013 11:00:32 GMT -8
He looked visibly relieved to hear this. The world and the galaxy were a dangerous place to live these days. To the public and the less informed higher ups they were at war with the NOE. Of course this was all just a cover up to take out them, make ourselves look better and of course integrate them into us. The others were the Mandos, of course there were no symbols on the ships but under cover and stuff. Well my good sir, this is Ojom icy home world of the Besalisk nation. After taking a slight breath he exhaled. And one of the planets the Imperial Remnant governs.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 28, 2013 14:59:08 GMT -8
Eriksen looked surprised at the last bit of news. As far as he had heard, the Imperial Remnant had fallen into anarchy years ago and never recovered. And now some administrator was claiming to be in service to the very same government. This would bear investigating... The Lt. cleared his throat and then resumed his pleasant demeanor before continuing the conversation.
Vell, Danke Schon Herr, er t'ank yer very mooch sir. Could I tour dis Remnant? Der ist many at home who vill nefer beliefe me, and I am not so sure I beliefe it meself. And der ist not mooch fer me to do here until de ship ist fixed, ja?
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