Valin Beillane
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Post by Valin Beillane on Dec 27, 2017 16:09:40 GMT -8
*Watching the near collision unfold from the bridge of his ship, Valin sighed and called over his shoulder to the comms officer.*
=Valin= Patch me through to the Yacht and Bomber, recycle the shields, and scramble a few fighters, just in case.
*With a pair of "Sirs" as a reply, Valin addressed the smaller vessels.*
=Valin= Courier-Class Yacht and Scurrg H-6 Bomber, this is Captain Valin of the Wraith of Naboo, to avoid any more close calls, I would like to offer you access to my hanger bay. Please stand by as I transmit the docking codes. And if you are so inclined to dock with us an escort will be waiting to bring you up to the bridge.
*As Valin waited for a response 4 N1 Starfighters were launched from the hanger and took up a defensive posture near the ship so that if either of the ships looked like they were going to attack, they would be ready.*
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Dec 27, 2017 17:16:58 GMT -8
“Star Cruiser Rogueland, this is Bespin Royal Yacht Vespasian, requesting a landing on your vessel.” Tilting her head, a Ruttian Twi'lek Comm officer cleared her throat before addressing Jashin in his Captain's chair. "Sir, there's a Courier-class Yacht requesting docking permission? It claims diplomatic status as a Bespin Royal starship." From his chair, Jashin was picking some red and chewy out of his teeth, briefly examining his fingernail before trying to pick at it again. "...How hard is it for a human to cook for a Firrerreo?" The question seemed to be rhetorical, as the Captain continued on without pause. "I'm not familiar with the Courier-class. Length, armament, passenger capacity." "Forty meters length, thirty to forty meters in wing width, forward blaster cannons; nearly forty five standard humanoid sentients in stock configuration." Reported a sensor technician smartly, looking up the starship from a central computer."Pah! The thing would take up three quarters of our hangar!" Spluttered Jashin. "Typical royals. Think a military ship is some kind of luxury liner. Decline - albeit politely - and continue on our way." Replied Jashin, flicking the piece of food between his teeth - now free of his canines - onto the floor."Yes, Sir." Replied the Comm tech. Turning to her console, she replied to the ship via Comms. Yacht Vespasian. Docking permissions are declined due to the size of your vessel and our inadequate hangar space. If needed, you can be directed to the nearest vessel capable of docking with your craft. With that, the Comm tech relayed the location and position of the nearby Wraith of Naboo - which, while a little superfluous as the large craft was practically a stones throw away, still followed proper decorum.Ahead loomed a mid-sized space station, a Orbital Space Dock III "Contruumite 6", capable of docking with craft of all sizes, large or small, and holding thousands of living sentients. The station was little more than orbital outpost: a refueling station for the military, and a trade/freight point for civilians. It was also the meeting point for the various Captains, positioned as it was in orbit of Contruum VI.Contruumite 6, Rogueland requesting permission to dock.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2017 17:24:44 GMT -8
After receiving the unexpected transmission, she turned the ship around, angling it towards the hangar of the Wraith. “Thank you for understanding my predicament, Captain Valin.” The N-1 Fighters looked graceful as ever as they exited the hangar of the other ship. She loved the N-1 and all it stood for. Ducking her ship beneath a Mon Cal cruiser, the Wraith came into sight. Slipping past the lip of the trans-blue field surrounding the hangar entrance, she fired the reverse thrusters and deploying the landing gear, setting the ship down on the cold floor. Deploying the boarding ramp, she turned to Jet. “Jet, close the ramp when I get off. I don’t want anyone getting on the ship until I come back.” With Jet responding in the affirmative, she got off the ship and faced the escort. She had brought two Bespin Security with her, and they faced the escort as well. “Well, escort, take me to the bridge please.”
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Anjylla Markare
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Post by Anjylla Markare on Dec 28, 2017 7:25:30 GMT -8
Anj was too busy pulling her ship out of a complete collision course to have 9T open a com channel with the luxury yacht she had a slight wing-clip impact with. But Anj wasn't about to slow down and exchange insurance over a slight wing clip- besides, the lady could tell her rich friends she got it fighting off pirates. They'd ooh and ahh and "Are you okay darling?" over her for a good while. Then they'd talk stocks and acquisitions. She didn't need to get a look at the lady to know much more than her voice would convey. Haughty. Shiny with jewels. Preoccupied with a Canto Bight vintage of bubbly. *Watching the near collision unfold from the bridge of his ship, Valin sighed and called over his shoulder to the comms officer.*=Valin=Patch me through to the Yacht and Bomber, recycle the shields, and scramble a few fighters, just in case. *With a pair of "Sirs" as a reply, Valin addressed the smaller vessels.*=Valin= Courier-Class Yacht and Scurrg H-6 Bomber, this is Captain Valin of the Wraith of Naboo, to avoid any more close calls, I would like to offer you access to my hanger bay. Please stand by as I transmit the docking codes. And if you are so inclined to dock with us an escort will be waiting to bring you up to the bridge.*As Valin waited for a response 4 N1 Starfighters were launched from the hanger and took up a defensive posture near the ship so that if either of the ships looked like they were going to attack, they would be ready.* "There's our paymaster, 9T. Wraith of Naboo. Right on time. And here I thought we were going to have to land on the surface."*Beep-Boop-Bwee*"No, but he hasn't blown us out of the sky yet either. If he gave us even a cursory scan he'd see we're hauling enough explosives to destroy his whole ship if this one was being flown by a suicidal droid or First Order sympathizer. Open the com and tell him we're here with his guns and grenades."*Beep*Anj felt her lip twitch, followed by an eyebrow, as she slowly turned to face her BB droid at the Navigator's station. Her hands gripping the pilot stick of her bomber while the droid's message slowly registered. "And... where exactly... did the outgoing com relay go? I just beamed a message to the surface not thirty seconds ago!"*Beep-Beep*Glancing at her console, Anj looks in horror at the scan readout. Back behind her, at the site of the collision with lady rich-rich's yacht, a small chunk of debris registered on her coms. Because of course, whoever built this ancient wreck of a ship would put the com relay on the outside of the ship's hull. Nobody would ever think to put essential battle equipment where it could get shot off, ever, right? No wonder this hunk of junk never sold well. "Well, we get one shot at getting paid for this haul." Anj reaches behind her pilot's seat and grabs her safety belt, strapping in as four N-1 Starfighters leave the Wraith's hangar bay. "I guess we can hope they go escort the rich lady to her destination instead of shooting the flying bomb out of the sky. Right?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 28, 2017 9:29:51 GMT -8
*Nearing the orbital space dock III'shanger there would be a sensor blip indicating a shift in the hanger shield modulations that lasted for only a split second - but long enough for the Star Razer to slip into the landing bay obviously not bothering for permission or clearance. The Fury-Class Interceptor landed - finally dropping its cloaking device and became visible to the ground crews - having employed a visual cloak as well as a radar cloak and sensor cloak. Along with the thruster dampeners custom built onto the craft, only the most keen eyes or the most shaky pilots would notice it by sight or turbulence as it entered the hanger and sat down on an empty space within the hanger..
As the menacing looking ship became visible the landing ramp lowered from the center of the craft and from it walked Captain Altair Sirraf - flanked by 5 heavily armed clone troopers in Modified ARC armor. Altair himself wore a long coat -tight across the chest with a high collar that flared out at the hip allowing easy access to a gun belt that holstered a Disruptor pistol (highly illegal in most systems) and a various array of other devices including the controls for a personal shielding device. his right hand bore a gauntleted glove with a what looked to be a regular wrist computer attached to it, but upon closer inspection it would be revealed that the computer was attached to a cybernetic implant disguised by the coats long sleeve. The implant lead up the mans arm and connected to the mask he wore. Totally face concealing with 2 red optic lenses covering his eyes. The cybernetic mask only covered his face, allowing view of his hair which consisted of long tightly woven dreadlocks that fell midway down his back. Tilting his head over his shoulder he addressed the clones that followed him.*
"You have your orders... get to it..."
*Altair nodded once more and raised his hands slightly to both sides to giving them a coded hand signal and they fanned out across the hangerbay all taking various exits - two of them moving together in perfect step towards the turbolift. Raising a hand to the side of his mask he pressed a button right below his ear and the cybernetic mask collapsed into the collar of the coat he wore. Piercing green eyes surveyed the hanger until he caught sight of his entry path moving towards a different turbo lift heading to the main control deck.
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Valin Beillane
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Post by Valin Beillane on Dec 28, 2017 12:15:45 GMT -8
+Bridge+ =Bridge Crewman= Uh... sir, the scan has just returned on the ships. The Yacht seems pretty standard but you need to see what I'm getting off that bomber to believe it.
*Valin made his way from his command chair to look over the shoulder of the officer and nearly choked. He then hastily returned to his seat. As he went he gave the command to fire up the tractor beam projectors. And once more got on comms with the bomber.*
=Valin= Due to the sensitive nature of your cargo, we will be guiding you into our docking by with our tractor beams. I hope you understand, this is as much for your saftey as ours. That being said, if you attempt anything that may be considered hostile, we will not hesitate to blow you away.
+Hanger+ *Waiting for the yacht to touch down in the hanger was a young woman in a flight suit. She black hair that barley brushed her shoulders and striking blue eyes. As the ramp of the yacht lowered she gave a friendly smile to the woman who disembarked. Giving a small bow before extending her hand for her to shake.*
=Sandra= Baron Administrator, I presume? I am Commander Sandra Beillane, and will happily escort you to the bridge to see the Captain, once our other guest is landed as well.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2017 13:45:10 GMT -8
“Thank you, Commander Beillane.” Reaching out, she shook the other woman’s hand, before turning to face the shield aperture, waiting for the other ship. Her hand was on her blaster, in case the other pilot was confrontational.
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Post by Anjylla Markare on Dec 29, 2017 5:30:52 GMT -8
*Beep-Beeeeeeeeeep*"Yeah, I'll count that as lucky, 9T."Anj knew better than to unbuckle and put her feet up as the tractor beam made contact with her ship, giving it a rough shake. She gave the engines a switch off, letting the momentum of zero-G and the beam pull her in, and saving a credit or two on fuel in the process. More for 9T's software upgrade fund. Which was when the air recycler kicked on and she got a lovely whiff of the inoperable refresher. Yeah, the droid upgrade fund was going to be emptied for something else... =========================== As the antique bomber skidded to a halt in the hangar bay of the Wraith, its systems powered down and the engine vented excess gas buildup- non-lethal, but anyone who visited an expensive hair stylist this morning would probably be seeing Anj for a refund as their product un-bonded and coloration dye was wrecked. Then again, this was a military ship, and what were the chances of that? Anj for her part gave herself a moment to compose herself, leaving her blaster at the top of the gangplank before turning to 9T. "Remove the magnetic locks on the thermal detonator crates. I'll have a team come up here to remove the goods. No sense straining ourselves with it."*Bwoop*She scowled slightly. "Every time, 9T. Every time."The would-be smuggler took three steps down the gangplank and put her best smile on before noticing the high-and-mighty ship she'd just nicked was in the same hangar bay as she was. Which evaporated her smile. And was followed shortly thereafter by the sounds of a wailing droid, crashing metal, and a few dozen inactive thermal detonators rolling down her gangplank and spilling at her feet. "I have a delivery for... Valin Bellaine."
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Valin Beillane
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Post by Valin Beillane on Dec 29, 2017 13:03:12 GMT -8
+Hanger+ *Sandra couldn't help but smile as the obviously inactive detonators rolled around, Anjylla's feet. The Commander then approached her with a hand out to shake. And once that was done, motioned for both of her guests to follow her. As they made their way across the hanger, the N-1 fighters that had been deployed returned to the hanger bay.*
=Sandra= I must say, it's good to see so many turning out for this.
*She sounded very enthusiastic, despite the seriousness of the situation. Sandra brought the two to a turbo lift that would take them up to bridge. If either of them had noticed, she had a lightsaber strapped behind her back, and used the force to wave open the door to the lift.*
=Sandra= The Captain is very eager to meet the two of you.
+Bridge+ *The doors to the bridge hissed open and the Baron and the Smuggler were lead in, where Captain Bellaine was waiting, facing the door with his hands clasped behind his back. He waited for the pair to introduce themselves, though he had a good idea of which lady belonged to which ship*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2017 13:36:45 GMT -8
Scarlette had chosen to wear a more informal outfit (see appearance section of bio). Striding onto the bridge, she looked all the world like the stereotype that idiot pilot had of her. Clearing her throat, she did a courtsy (though the captain wasn’t of higher standing then her, it was only respectful). She extended her hand. “Captain Beillane. It is an honor to meet you.”
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Post by Anjylla Markare on Jan 2, 2018 5:54:57 GMT -8
"Ah, yeah, it's uh, good to be here."
Anj didn't fail to notice the lightsaber on Sandra's back, or that the rich lady whose ship she'd knocked in to was dressed to impress. She didn't want to get into the fact that she was literally here only to make a quick buck, but if loyalty paid better? Call her a believer! For now.
The elevator ride was a long and awkward one for Anj as she tried (and often failed) not to make eye contact with Scarlette, mostly playing with a wrist-mounted com-link that had a tendency not to work on occasion (and wasn't working the whole time she was in the blasted elevator). While she wasn't afraid of the rich lady, she was afraid of the woman's potential connections that could make a smuggler like Anj's a living nightmare. An between dying from starvation 'cause her ship was impounded, and dying from a blaster bolt delivered executioner style from a Black Sun agent, she'd take the Blaster every time.
Thankfully the woman took the lead with the Beillane guy, so Anj could just hand back and talk money when the time was right. She could keep company with the pilot, let the politicians talk all they wanted.
"So, uh, pilot and a Jedi, huh? What's the good captain there need enough guns to start a Core-world sized insurgency for? Or is that all need-to-know?"
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Post by Valin Beillane on Jan 2, 2018 8:36:42 GMT -8
=Valin= Baroness, I must say I was surprised to see your ship in this sector. Though a pleasant surprise it is to have you with us.
*He offered a bow as he spoke and then gestured to the view screen where those on the bridge could see they were approaching "Contruumite 6" for docking. His tone shifted to a more to a more somber one, with a hint of anger in his voice.*
We will be joining the other captains and officials shortly on the station. I'm sure you do know why we are here.
=Sandra= Well, I'm sure if you stick around you'll get all the answers you're looking for.
*She smiled at Anjylla.*
Impressive you were able to get that ship of yours to hold together like that. You must be a good pilot, eh?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2018 9:29:47 GMT -8
“The pleasure is all mine, Captain. My condolences on the sack of your homeworld by the First Order.” The Baroness stood on the bridge, waiting to dock with the station.
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Post by Anjylla Markare on Jan 3, 2018 12:36:20 GMT -8
=Sandra=Well, I'm sure if you stick around you'll get all the answers you're looking for. *She smiled at Anjylla.*Impressive you were able to get that ship of yours to hold together like that. You must be a good pilot, eh? Anj felt the corner of her lip twitch at Sandra's evasiveness. Did she know what was going on here? Not entirely. But sometimes plausible deniability was a good thing. A truth-serum, security droids, even the kriffing Force couldn't make you spill beans you didn't know you were carrying. Dangerous enough that she knew she was hauling guns all the way out here. Arms dealing was definitely illegal in the galaxy- unless you did it from a board room, wearing a designer Chandrillan suit. "It gets me here to there," Anj said. She tried to get a read on Sandra's place in... all this by giving her a once over out of the corner of her eye. Medals? Rank insignia? Scars? A Jedi was equal parts dangerous and helpful in a pinch. "It's a decent rig. A shame I owe more than it's worth though. Hopefully this delivery will get me enough to replace the..." Refresher? Fuel cell capacitor? Laser stabilizer? Interior starboard lights? "... air filter."Best not to let her new boss know that his delivery service wasn't operating at full power. Wouldn't want him looking for a replacement. "What about you? Contruum doesn't strike me as a Jedi vacation spot..."
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Post by Valin Beillane on Jan 4, 2018 7:32:42 GMT -8
=Valin= Yes, it was quite the shock when we heard, but it hardly compares to what the Galactic Alliance seems ready to do.
*He felt himself getting angry at the seeming betrayal of the Alliance, but stopped himself from saying more on the matter as Wraith of Naboo made it's final approach to the station. He turned back as a notification sounded from his command chair. He moved over to check it and smiled as he read the message.*
=Valin= Excuse me Baroness. *He gave a short bow as he walked over toward Sandra and Anjylla.*
=Sandra= *With a laugh she responded,* Well, I'm not really part of the Jedi, at least not since the War started. When it all started kicking off I came back home to serve with my father, the Captain, as leader of his fighter squadron. And, well, now... *she trailed off seeming sad,* ...Now I don't know if they'll let me back even when all this is finished.
*She couldn't dwell on it for long as Valin spoke to her and Anjylla.*
=Valin= Commander Beillane, it seems that our friend her has delivered what was promised and is due some payment. If you would retrieve it for her.
*Sandra, after a quick and sharp salute, turned and stepped off the bridge.*
=Valin= Ms. Markare, while your choice of craft may not be the standard for those in your line of work, I can not argue with the results. So I would like to make a proposition. I will have my mechanics fix your ship up as best they can, if you would consider it as an advance for the next job you work for me and my colleagues, whom you will meet shortly, should you agree. Do we have a deal?
*He held out his hand to shake hers as Sandra returned with a metallic looking suitcase which she opened to show Anjylla that it was in fact all that they had promised for the "Delivery."*
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Post by Anjylla Markare on Jan 4, 2018 12:26:00 GMT -8
Anj didn't press for too many more details from Sandra. She knew when to leave well enough alone when it came to sensitive topics. But in the end, she didn't have time to follow up on that particular conversation as the man of the hour, Captain Valin, her one and only paymaster, seemed to finally notice the scruffy looking nerf-herder on his command deck. And began to make some rather wild promises about repairing her bucket of bolts.
And while she was practically salivating at the idea of getting her ship up and running at peak efficiency, she was reminded of the fact that there was currently a black market bounty on her head worth many times what the captain was paying her. If this little 'Resistance' ever got into a pinch financially, Anj would be a quick paycheck to get them back on their feet. Fastest way to do that? Install a homing beacon somewhere on her vessel.
"Well, I didn't exactly get my pick of the lot when I inherited her, but she can move a lot of product and hold her own in a scrap." Anj did make a point to inspect the case Sandra opened for her, flashing her best smile at the Jedi/pilot/new best friend in the galaxy. It was either all there, or there was almost enough to meet the payment. "While the offer is appreciated, Captain, I hope you'll understand that people in my profession need to know their ships inside and out. I'd rather perform the repairs myself. Besides, the Skurrg bombers aren't exactly widely used. I suspect you'd blow a hole in your savings fixing up one little ship. And if the holonet stories are correct... you're going to need every credit you've got. And more."
Anj slid the case shut, attaching the latches on its lid before taking it from Sandra with a gracious smile.
"Tween you and me, I don't want to know where these guns are going to end up, but I can tell you there are a number of corrupt garrisons in the Outer Rim that would be happy to lose their armories and requisition new ones from the Republic. Show off their shiny new guns to their citizens, while you funnel these to whatever First Order planet you want to burn down next week. Short story, you keep paying? I can keep supplying."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 13:13:48 GMT -8
Above Contruum, 2 Recuscant-Class Light Destroyers came out of hyperspace, accompanied by 4 Muunificent-Class Star Frigates. The enormous fleet made contact with the nearest battleship, the Wraith of Naboo. I apologize that we are a bit late to the party, we had to make sure we weren't followed. We would like permission to dock with Contruumite 6.
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Post by Valin Beillane on Jan 8, 2018 16:11:49 GMT -8
*Valin sighed disappointed, it would have been nice to have a smuggler on retainer, though he assumed she had good enough reasons. He was about to speak when an alert of an incoming message flashed from his command chair, and one of the crew reported an incoming fleet. Valin rushed over to the chair to see what was going on. After a few moments of taking in the fact that this was a Count of Serenno, he let out a sigh. A Baroness and a Count all in the same day. As the Wraith of Naboo was beginning it's docking, extending boarding ramps and fuel intake coils, and the like, he sent a reply.*
=Valin= We're just happy you could make it, Count Malvern, I'm sending the codes now, though I don't think there will be enough room for your whole fleet. I'll greet you on board the station. Captain Beillane out.
*As her father was dealing with the Count, Sandra returned the smile to Anj.*
=Sandra= Well, I do hope you will stick around for awhile, it's good to have these new faces on board. And I'm sure we will be using your services again. Also, smugglers have a reputation for being excellent pilots, and I'd love to see how you handle that bomber of yours when it's tip top.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2018 4:29:21 GMT -8
The lead battleship moved forwards to the station. Firing the docking clamps of the ship, the droid pilots eased the ship into the docking area assigned to the Cruiser, while the rest of the fleet formed a perimeter around the station. The fledgling Resistance didn’t need anything going wrong today, and this fleet would help insure that. Count Malvern strode off the ship, flanked by 8 Commando Droids and 4 IG-100 Magnaguards. Though he was sure he wouldn’t need them, the types of people who joined these organizations were less then savory.
The Counts of Serenno were some of the richest and most influential people in the galaxy. This status, bough it was something Malvern had come to enjoy, had become something of resentment for others... less fortunate in the galaxy. They looked upon the lavish palaces, gourmet food, fine wine, and luxury items they could afford with envy. All those people here would most certainly dislike him for his status, and he had accepted that. Manners and such were in order, but more than that, the people here knew (probably) what an asset he could be. With his wealth and contacts, there was no telling what he couldn’t do.
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Post by Anjylla Markare on Jan 9, 2018 9:29:00 GMT -8
Anj welcomed the opportunity to fade into the background again, all the generals and bigwigs gathering aboard the ship would want their privacy. Having a smuggler in the Room Where It Happens might undercut discussions- and while she understood blackmail was a lucrative business, it was only this case when you had the muscle to keep the target at arm's length. It might be time to make a gracious exit back to the hangar and begin effecting repairs, then return when called upon by Valin.
"Oh, I plan to stay for a bit," Anj said, patting her briefcase of hard credits. "Gotta effect some repairs, have a one-on-one with your... Senior Officer about the next delivery. Piggyback off your holonet to line things up. But maybe you'd care to join me for a flight sometime? The bomber's a two-seater."
Technically a three-seater, but never let facts get in the way of flirtation with another dashing pilot, she thought with a smile.
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