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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 1, 2016 14:25:50 GMT -8
From the bridge of the Tarkin, Commander Remus responds...
=Commander Remus= Acknowledged, we will initiate our strike run immediately. We have air support inbound. Remus out.
In the time it took Blackwall and his men to light up the air base for the Tarkin to target, Remus had coordinated with his communications officers to have an escort of TIE Fighters and TIE Interceptors. These star fighters would allow Remus to park the Bulwark high above the airbase and bombard the last remaining efforts of the Agamarian Resistance. The TIE's would paint valuable targets and fend off any enemy star fighters able to launch against the Tarkin. Remus instructed the senior tactical officer not to target the portion of the air base in which Blackwall's last known location was received.
With the chaos from the explosions within the base still reaping havoc upon the enemy fighters the massive Bulwark III emerges from the clouds above the air base. Using sight to target the air base the main turbo laser cannons begin their opening salvos. The very first strikes miss much of the critical areas of the base, but soon as the Tarkin adjusts its position the ships gunners begin to get more accurate. As red turbo laser fire rains down upon the base, the resistance begins launching their Z-95 Headhunters in hopes of damaging the massive ship or, at least, drawing its primary weapons away. As the first of the Headhunters launch from the surface a force of TIE Fighters mixed with Interceptors emerge from the horizon and swoop across the air base engaging both stationary and mobile Headhunters. The scene is magnificent in the eyes of an Imperial or Mandalorian, the assault is a brilliant coordination from the air as the TIE's engage both ground and air units all while staying clear of the torrent of turbo laser fire from the Tarkin.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2016 18:13:48 GMT -8
Northwest of Calna MuunNeassa announces once the last of the enemy soldiers have been dealt with and her area of responsibility has been secured. Using specific eye movements to change the data scrolling down her HUD, Neassa checks to see how the rest of her fireteam is doing while listening to the comm chatter to learn if she can help elsewhere. The other members of the fireteam Neassa has been assigned to report in that their own assigned areas have been secured, and hold their positions to await any further orders. The Tra'kad-class transports acting as air support for the platoon, having completed one attack run, turn back to make a second run, opening fire on the remaining enemy troops and vehicles once more. Comm chatter from the Tra'kad pilots and other members of the infantry platoon soon indicates that their mission has been successful, with all enemy forces either eliminated or captured. Lorcan Bralor, the platoon's commanding officer, instructs his comms operator to report in to the commander of the Mando'ade ground forces, and to request their next assignment.
Keeping Neassa's fireteam along with three other teams in their positions to maintain a secure perimeter, Lorcan has one of the Tra'kad-class transports set down to transport their prisoners to the location where all captives are set to be held, has his medic see to any wounded members of the platoon, and waits to learn what his next set of orders will entail.::Tarkin, Blackwall. You should have a visual on the eastern and southern fields of the Agamarian Resistance Air Base. The have two more fields spanning west and north. And a main command post somewhere in the middle where all four fields meet up. We are falling back now. I'll update you once we are clear. Blackwall out.:: After one of his comms operators brings the situation unfolding at an Agamarian Resistance Air Base to his attention, Faelan examines a holographically projected tactical map to determine what Mando'ade forces are operating nearest to the location in the event the Mando'ade might be able to assist Blackwall and his team. After asking the commanding officer of a Canderous-class assault tank squadron operating near the air base for a sit-rep and learning that he would be able to deploy an infantry support platoon consisting of four assault tanks along with an additional air defense platoon if needed, Faelan asks a comms operator to get him a secure line to Blackwall. Faelan also learns that he has several Tra'kad pilots standing by who could, if a simple evac is all that is called for, be dispatched to do just that.
As he watches the assault led by the Tarkin's commander play out on the tactical display, Faelan nods when informed that his comms operator has the secure line to Blackwall, then says in his heavily accented Basic, Blackwall, this is Sol'yc ver'alorn Faelan Bralor with the Mando'ade. We have forces operating near your position who can be deployed to provide you and yours support or evac if needed. We have a tank squadron able to maneuver units to your position to provide support, or air transports that could provide a lift if that is all you need. Say the word, and any or all of those forces will be inbound to whatever coordinates you request post haste, over.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Aug 3, 2016 11:12:34 GMT -8
The Tarkin, along with the contingent of TIE's completes its aerial assault of the air base. The assault nearly leveled the entire complex and lasted nearly 30 minutes and the level of devastation left the base smoldering and in several locations craters of glass further demonstrated the level of intensity the assault placed upon the enemy base. Soon after the last salvo was released from the ship's cannons, Commander Remus received orders from Admiral Tarkin. The admiral was responsible for diverting the TIE's to assist in the assault. With orders received, Remus contacted both the Mandalorians in the area and Blackwall...
It would appear that Admiral Tarkin and his forces are being withdrawn upon the order of the Imperial Hand of Supreme Commander Delvardus for reassignment. It has been a pleasure to serve with you all and until the next operation... Remus out.
The contingent of TIE's begin to disappear as they begin to return to the Resurgent Class Star Destroyer in orbit. Within moments the Bulwark's sub light engines ignite and begin to break into orbit near the looming Resurgent.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2016 6:38:22 GMT -8
In the days following the capture of Agamar, the Mando'ade ground forces focus on fortifying their positions chosen to defend and control select land bridges which will ensure their control of Calna Muun and other strategically valuable locations. Surviving members of Agamar's defensive force are moved from the temporary camps used to secure prisoners to more permanent structures where they are interrogated for intelligence that will be used to search for those few members of the captured planet's defensive force that managed to elude capture thusfar and which have either gone to ground or are waging scattered, futile, small-scale guerilla operations. As the military forces play their part in the occupation, members of clan Bralor chosen for their skills and knowledge in mining, industry, and other fields begin to survey and catalog the industrial assets, natural resources, and other benefits that the capture of Agamar will make available to the Mando'ade and First Order alike. Other members of clan Bralor chosen for their skills in negotiation or intimidation begin meeting with Agamar's captains of shipping, economic, and other industries to begin establishing what their roles in the new order will be, and beginning to pave the way for the secure transport of resources from Agamar to Manda'yaim.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Oct 7, 2016 11:42:29 GMT -8
Blackwall had heard the comm from the Mandalorian Forces in the vicinity. And after the Tarkin had leveled the resistance air base, an extraction off world would be appreciated. Undoubtedly the rest of his team was ready to be extracted as well. But he was cut off from them by the massive series of craters and blistering heat from the bombardment to continue back to them. Tapping the side of his helmet, a useless but old habit, he opened a secure channel with the Mandalorians.
This is Captain Blackwall of Fireteam Castle to any friendly First Order or Mandalorian Forces. The Agamarian Resistance Airbase had been successfully destroyed. I am looking for an evac out of here. Repeat, I need and evac back to friendly territory.
As Blackwall trudged through the forest, holding his rifle, he hoped that someone would hear his evac request. He really didn't feel like hiking through miles of forest in hopes that he was heading towards friendly forces. He was exhausted and needed a breather. Hopefully he and his team would get out of there in one piece.
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Post by Fireteam Castle [Retired] on Oct 7, 2016 12:16:05 GMT -8
Sector Eight-Two-Four. Former Halaard Homestead. Current Agamar Resistance Air Strip.Helo sat perched on a stump at the very edge of the Agamarian Resistance Airstrip, looking through a set of electrobinoculars, trying to survey as best he could.So far, he counted twenty-seven infantry units on patrol at regular ten minute intervals. And that was just counting the northern field. He also saw twelve Z-95 Headhunters lined up neatly in a row with two Anti-Air Defense weapon emplacements at either end of the field. Fairly heavy considering they were fighting a bunch of backwater farmers. Helo called Viper as he continued to observe.Viper, how's the southern field look?There was a wash of static, and then Viper's voice crackled through.I'm counting sixteen foot mobiles, two anti air emplacements at either end of field and five bomber class ships. Looks like a much larger B-Wing.Helo chuckled. He tended to forget that Viper was as young as he was.Most likely the H-60 Tempest. Okay. So we have seventeen mixed fighters, forty-three foot mobiles and four AA emplacements so far. Orion, what's going on in the western field.There was a several second delay. Just as Helo was about the call Orion again, he replied.Sorry Helo. Damn near got spotted. White ain't the best color to blend with a forest, you know. I've got thirty two foot mobiles, three Anti Air emplacements, two artillery units and fifteen R-41 Starchasers.Helo mulled over the stats in his head.They were now up against thirty two starfighters, seventy-five foot mobiles, seven Anti-Air emplacements and two artillery units. Where in the frak did the damn farmers get such an arsenal? Something wasn't right about this. And they still didn't have a visual on the eastern field. So they were way out matched. They needed General Delvardus' support. Or another orbital strike. Though he wanted to keep that to a minimum due to the fact that the Mandalorians were the ones getting the planet.Jester's voice in his ears shook him from these thoughts.Helo. The Boss and I doubled around and went to the east of the air strip. We've got a visual on what they are cooking over here.The pit of Helo's stomach sank. He knew he didn't want to know, but he asked anyway.Go ahead.There was a nice long pause. Helo knew better than to call them again. As the minutes droned on, Jester reported again.Sorry for the delay. Boss and I had some unexpected company. Alright, an update from the eastern field. I am counting nineteen foot mobiles, sixteen Z-95 Headhunters, four Anti Air emplacements and...oh frak me! We've got two 2-M Hover Tanks!This time, Blackwall's voice sounded across the channel.So, we are royally up shit creek. We've got forty-eight fighters, ninety-four foot mobiles, eleven Anti-Air emplacements, two artillery units and two hover tanks. We are not equipped to deal with this. Wait one. I'm going to try something.And then the inter-team comm channel went silent. In the eastern field, Blackwall opened a comm channel with Reaper back at the LZ.Reaper. Blackwall. If you can read me, pack up shop and head to Calna Muun. I need you to inform General Delvardus of our twenty. We've stumbled across a massive Agamarian Airbase. They've got enough firepower here to level a small city. I'm going to set this message to repeat every minute for the next ten minutes.Blackwall set the message to repeat and glanced over at Jester, who was staring through the electrobinoculars.So? Did you reach him? Or are we taking this on by ourselves?Blackwall sighed deeply and slumped down on the grassy slope. He removed his helmet. Jester looked on at the eastern field for a few more minutes, then slide down beside Blackwall. He also removed his helmet."Looks like we've finally found that one we can't win. I'm not going to ask you to lay down your lives when help is maybe an hour out."Jester nodded."You don't gotta ask, Boss. Each one of us would lay down our lives for the Order."Blackwall looked up at Jester."This is suicide. I'm not wasting good men on suicide."Jester grinned."What about those comm jammers and sensor dummies?"Blackwall's face split into a grin."If we took out those jammers and dummies, this place would light up on the Tarkin's sensors. Or the Praetorian's. Though the chances of getting in undetected and destroying all of the jammers and dummies is slim."Jester nodded. Blackwall slid his helmet back on and opened a channel with the rest of the team. It was time to go to work. Blackwall sprinted through the dense underbrush towards the fueling depot for the Agamarian airbase. He took on the task of blowing the tanks while the rest of his team engaged in the southern field where resistance was at it's lowest. They had waited til nightfall in order to give themselves an advantage. Gripping his rifle tightly, Blackwall crouched down and waited. Suddenly the encrypted channel crackled to life. It was Helo.Boss. We're in position. Ready to initiate Operation: Dust Up on your mark.Blackwall sat, observing the activity in the eastern field. The low light visor mode on his HUD was a vast advantage over the previous models of Stormtrooper armor. He replied to Helo."Shift change. Get ready. Once they are engaged, draw them back to Reaper and Wings. Once in the killbox, get Wings on the Bucket and fall back. I'll fall back once my objective is completed and wait for you to circle back for me. Good hunting, and good luck."With that, Blackwall sprinted out of cover towards the nearest AA emplacement. As the Agamarian guarding it stepped down and was about to head to the makeshift barracks, Blackwall was on him. He checked the being into the AA emplacement, then brought the butt of his rifle to bear, cracking the trooper in the skull. With a heavy sigh, Blackwall slung his rifle over his shoulder and dragged the unconscious trooper out of sight. Blackwall then climbed into the AA gun and powered it up. As the targeting systems came on line, he swiveled the weapon to face the other AA emplacement at the other end of the landing strip. Just as one of the resistance members came over, a massive explosion lit up the sky, causing the resistance fighters to leave their posts to investigate. As they went to investigate, Blackwall sighted in on the other AA emplacement and fired. The emplacement exploded into firey shards. The explosion alerted more resistance fighters. Blaster shots rang out. Blackwall swiveled the AA emplacement to face the fuel tanks. He pulled the trigger. The tanks erupted into massive fireballs. As the panic began to set in, Blackwall abandoned the emplacement, leaving several thermal detonators in side it. He called the rest of the team as he ran back to the cover of the trees. Blaster shots lanced past him.Helo, fall back now. I've got their attention. Get out of here.Nothing but static greeted him. He continued to run. Hopefully they were getting their shit together and getting back. Because once the Tarkin took notice of the several massive fireballs lighting up the ground below them, they would investigate. And hopefully do so before the Agamarian Resistance decided to throw their fighters up in the air. As he ran, he called the Tarkin.Tarkin, Blackwall. You should have a visual on the eastern and southern fields of the Agamarian Resistance Air Base. The have two more fields spanning west and north. And a main command post somewhere in the middle where all four fields meet up. We are falling back now. I'll update you once we are clear. Blackwall out.He spun around, crouched and fired of several shots at his pursuers. More blaster fire rang back in response. He had clearly stepped in it this time. The Gundark nest was pissed. And hungry. Blackwall resumed his jog away, trying to keep his attackers far enough behind him that he could hunker down and wait for evac. Whether it be from Imperial or Mandalorian forces. Fireteam Castle had since returned to their AAL at the edge of the lake. With the successful elimination of the Airbase, Agamar was now under the control of the Mandalorians, as per the deal between Bralor and the Supreme Commander. Second Lieutenant Jorge Ramirez, call-sign Helo, was now in charge of the team. Temporarily, but still. He was calling the shots for now. During the attack on the Resistance Airbase, Corporal Von Doellen had been injured. Viper and Jester had carried him back. Once everything had been loaded back onto the Bucket, Helo spoke to Wings, their pilot.Wings, everything is loaded and ready to go. Get us airborne and take us to Calna Muun. Word is it is secured. Keep an eye out for any distress or evac calls from the Mandos or our boys on the ground. We'll provide what relief we can now that the fighting is nearly finished.You got it Helo. Get inside and I'll get us underway. I'll keep us low and keep an eye out on the unencrypted broadband. If any of ours or the Mandos are in need of aid, we'll hear it. Helo nodded in acknowledgement and stepped into the craft as the ramp was closed. He removed his helmet and made his way over to where Orion was laying on some crates, nursing his wounds."How are you holding up, Corporal?"Orion smiled weakly at the large Stormtrooper."It'll take more than this to keep me down, Helo. I'm a god damn Stormtrooper. This is a minor set back."Helo grinned at the man's response. He placed his hand on Orion's shoulder."You just focus on healing up so you are ready for the next time we get sent out, alright? Something tells me we aren't done yet..."Helo trailed off, stood up straight and placed his helmet back over his head. He glanced over at the others, all of whom were seated along the side of the bay, opposite of the crates of equipment. They looked exhausted. But they had pulled through this assignment. Now all that was left was to finish up and head home.
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Post by Thomas Blackwall [Retired] on Oct 7, 2016 14:51:14 GMT -8
The Tarkin maneuvers and glides down from orbit and slices through the clouds over Calna Muun. The massive battle cruiser, after coordinating with the space port makes its landing and lowers its massive loading ramp. The captain of the vessel sends a transmission to both Fire Team Castle and Captain Blackwell. This Captain Gooding of the Imperial Battle Cruiser Tarkin. We have monitored your transmissions from orbit and are prepared to transport your units back to Imperial Strategic Command for debriefing and reassignment. My crew stand ready to assist your units in loading. Gooding out. Blackwall hears Captain Gooding. Well, it was a good sign not all of the Imperials had left, but he still needed a ride back to Calna Muun. He was in the middle of the forest, miles from anywhere, with a smoldering hell hole behind him. Blackwall, still walking through the forest, contacts Gooding.Understood, Captain. My team will undoubtedly be inbound now. As for me, I could use a ride back to civilization if you don't mind. I'll ping my FoF tag for a coordinate lock.Blackwall then pinged his Friend Or Foe tag, which would transmit a friendly signal to all nearby units in the area, giving them his current location. Hopefully it would be enough, since he didn't have his extraction beacon anymore. Lost during the skirmish with the resistance fighters. And he had no idea if his team was in range or if he could contact them. There was a lot of interference behind him, from the bombardment. If his comm couldn't break through it, his team wouldn't know where he was. But if Captain Gooding could provide him a ride out, then there was nothing to worry about.
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Post by Zuka Zammanee Tarkin on Oct 11, 2016 11:51:42 GMT -8
Captain Gooding responded immediately, That will not be an issue, our bombardments have concluded. I am redirecting the closest shuttle to your position, will be approaching from southeast. Gooding out. Just as the captain had said a lambda-class shuttle was rerouted to Captain Blackwall's location.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 10:47:49 GMT -8
Neassa hadn't signed up for anything beyond the occupation of Agamar, sticking in one place not only against her nomadic nature but also conflicting with other obligations she has lined up, and so after the occupation of the world has been realized her thoughts turn soon enough to those other obligations as the work at hand gradually shifts away from active combat and more towards acting as an occupying force. When she is contacted by an associate about a lead in a spot of work they have been pursuing together, Neassa decides that the moment for her to depart has arrived.
Finding Lorcan Bralor, who leads the platoon she had been assigned to, Neassa tucks her buy'ce under her arm and clears her throat to get his attention. "I think it's time for me to head out, she says in Mando'a by way of greeting, never one to beat around the proverbial bush. When I spoke with your brother about coming along for the fight to take this world, it was with the understanding that I wouldn't be staying on as one of the Protectors. I have also learned that an associate and I have some business on Juvex to attend to, she says without going into too much detail. It's been good fighting with you, vod, but the time has come for me to ba'slanar. * If you ever need a hand," she concludes with a cocky grin as she lifts her buy'ce and puts it on, Your brother knows how to reach me.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2016 15:43:16 GMT -8
Lorcan looks up from his datapad when Neassa finds him reading sitreps from his squadrons securing other strategic positions, smirking as she exhibits her usual no-nonsense approach to, so far as he has seen, just about everything and simply leaps into the reason she has sought him out. Chuckling with a shake of his head when Neassa has finished with what he assumes is a quip about how she prefers his brother's company to his, Lorcan says, "I'll be sorry to let you go, in their native tongue, not simply being polite as Neassa has proven to be a competent, dependable comrade in the field. But, he adds with a laugh, I can understand how you might have no problem finding more exciting affairs to pursue. Occupation is never as fun as the fighting to occupy part, is it?"
Lorcan rubs his stubbled chin as he asks, "Do you need any help getting offworld? I know we have a few ships prepping to head home with the first shipments of minerals and what not, I'm sure, he adds while resisting the urge to make a joke about Neassa's small size, we can find one with room for you and your gear."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2016 22:35:40 GMT -8
Shaking her head to decline the offered help getting offworld, Neassa says in Mando'a, I already have arrangements in place. Having anticipated that she might find herself in just the situation she is now - needing to leave Agamar before Faelan and his crew are redeployed or given leave - Neassa had her FEG-series pilot droid, Shuk'la, bring her GPE-7300 to a point near Agamar to await her comm. Ret'urcye mhi, Lorcan, Neassa adds, giving him a nod of farewell before she turns to say her goodbyes to the members of his platoon she had befriended and make the arrangements to have her ship land to pick her up.
Striding up the boarding ramp of her ship, the Chariklo, after it has set down, Neassa makes her way to the cockpit and tells Shuk'la in Mando'a, Set a course for Juvex. Spectre thinks we might have a shot at Bateman this time. Dropping into the co-pilot's chair, Neassa straps in as the FEG begins laying in their course. Not long afterwards, the GPE-7300 is rocketing upwards towards orbit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 13:14:49 GMT -8
Not long after Neassa departs, Lorcan receives orders to deploy a small unit to a refinery not far from where his platoon's headquarters has been established to provide security as the refinery's first shipment bound for Manda'yaim is prepared for transport; intelligence gathered from captured guerrilla forces suggesting that such installations will be targeted by the scattered remnants of Agamar's defensive force that now conduct sporadic guerrilla attacks.
Muttering about how the guerrilla forces have yet to consider that Agamar's populace is better off now that the Mandalorian's and First Order have assumed stewardship of the planet, and fail to take into account the fact that many of their fellow Agamarian's are working under Mandalorian or First Order overseers at those installations they have begun to routinely target, Lorcan, not one to shy away from even the less exciting missions his platoon is called upon for, begins considering who he will select to accompany him for the mission to protect the refinery.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2017 0:05:34 GMT -8
Kneeling beside the last of the guerrilla troopers to have fallen in a failed campaign to destroy a refinery that has been brought under the control of the Mando'ade and First Order forces that have occupied Agamar, Lorcan scowls as he reaches out to feel for a pulse he knows will not be present. While Lorcan had hoped to take at least one of the guerrillas alive to be interrogated in hopes of learning more about their numbers or bases of operation, the guerrilla operatives had no intention of being taken alive, and had at the very least fought bravely to the end.
Shaking his head once he has confirmed the poor bastard is well and truly dead, Lorcan stands and begins issuing orders for his platoon; sending some out to confirm that no additional guerrilla forces are laying in wait nearby, others to try and track where the guerrilla force came from while other begin policing the dead so that intel operatives can go over the bodies of the guerrilla operatives and their possessions for anything that can be learned about them or where they might be operating from, and others to reinforce the defenses around the loading docks where transport ships will soon be cleared to land so that shipment from the refinery to Manda'yaim and First Order worlds can resume once more.
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Feb 20, 2017 6:48:38 GMT -8
As the Ekundayo, a Brayl-class bulk freighter returning from a delivery trip to Mandalore, sets down on its assigned landing pad in its home loading yard, the bridge crew begins performing the post-flight checks while the deck crew prepare to receive the scanner crews and other personnel that may be waiting to subject the ship and crew to additional security checks. Having been occupied by the Mandalorian and First Order forces who captured their homeworld, the crew has come to accept that additional red tape is simply an unavoidable new part of doing business. With remnants of Agamar's defeated defense force conducting guerrilla operations to harass the occupying forces, it is only natural that even those citizens and businesses, like the shipping concern that owns the Ekundayo, cooperating with the occupation are occasionally inconvenienced by the actions of those that choose to resist and rebel.
Vashity, a Jedi Investigator undercover as the Ekundayo's engineering officer, wipes the grease from her hands after completing the repair of a CLL-6 binary load lifter droid that has occupied her for the last hour of the freighter's return trip, tucking the soiled rag in the back pocket of her coveralls as she heads over to ask the ship's chief mate if there is anything she can help him and the other members of the deck crew with.
As the six beings comprising his bridge and deck crews go about the work of completing the freighter's post flight routines, the captain disembarks to meet with loading yard personnel waiting to refuel and resupply his freighter for its next journey and, if necessary, the scanning team the orbital controllers indicated might also be meeting him and his crew.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 21, 2017 0:17:37 GMT -8
Eimhear Itera, leader of the platoon of Mandalorians in charge of the security of the loading yard the Ekundayo sets down in, adjusts the sling of her blaster rifle to a patrol ready position as, accompanied by a trio of her fellow Mandalorians, she leads the way to the landing pad the returning bulk-freighter has been assigned.
Using hand signals to order the two scanning techs to get their gear ready, Eimhear nods for the third Mandalorian to accompany her as she continues on to meet the freighter's captain. Not wanting to waste anyone's time, Eimhear skips the chit chat and, holding out a hand for the freighter captain's BoSS issued datapad so that she can verify the legitimacy of the ship and it's crew, saying, Have your crew deboard and wait outside so the scanning techs can get started while we verify that everyone's identification documents are in order.
It is not the first time that Eimhear has taken the captain and crew of the Ekundayo through the standard security protocols, and so she expects that things will go as smoothly as they have in the past.
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Feb 23, 2017 21:58:00 GMT -8
Vashity assembles with the rest of the Ekundayo's crew, looking as bored and annoyed as the others as she waits with her expertly forged documents in hand. The documents, the most skillfully crafted forgeries credits can buy, paint an elegantly simple and drab portrait of a Chalacta native with little formal education, no criminal record, and only a minimal digital footprint constructed with the same level of artistry as the rest of her forged documents. As the owners of the shipping company that employ the Ekundayo and its crew cooperated fully with the Jedi Order, the paperwork Vashity carries with her includes documents verifying her employment with the company as an engineering officer.
In the worn, sweat and grease stained mechanic's overalls that Vashity wears, an equally weathered tool belt hanging on her waist, the Jedi Investigator certainly looks the part of an engineering officer, everything from her messy hair pulled casually into a ponytail to her casual, tired posture suggesting she is precisely what she is pretending to be. Though she looks bored, Vashity surreptitiously watches and observes all that she can. The fact that the Mandalorians appear to be the primary occupying force is not only interesting given that the rumors leading to her current assignment suggested Agamar had been attacked by the First Order and the Mandalorians, but also seems to definitively confirm that the Mandalorian's had offered their services to the First Order as the High Council had believed would be the case when a representative of the various Mandalorian clans had approached them about lending their services to the Rebel Alliance.
The scanning crews will find nothing aboard the ship of concern, Vashity having made it a habit to rely on acquiring whatever equipment (save for her lightsaber, which she has disassembled and hidden amidst the contented of her toolbox and belt) or gear she might need once settled into a role to avoid drawing any unwanted attention to herself.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2017 22:43:15 GMT -8
As she is familiar with the other members of the Ekundayo's crew, Eimhear makes only a cursory inspection of their documents given that she has already gone through more thorough examinations during past inspections and has no reason to believe doing so now would reveal anything it has not previously. The Chalactan engineering officer, on the other hand, is a new face, and while that is not suspicious in and of itself, Eimhear naturally does her due diligence and checks the woman's name and personal documents though all the usual checks to see if any red flags are raised.
As she returns the woman's personal documents, having a few moments before the scanning team completes their search of the freighter, Eimhear uses specific eye and facial movements to access the census database the Mando'ade have compiled since their occupation of Agamar to see whether the Chalactan's name is included so that she can see if any other information about her is available, and as she waits for the search results asks in a neutral tone, What happened to Korbl? As Korbl had been the engineering officer serving on the Ekundayo when it had departed for Manda'yaim, the question is a logical one, and the Chalactan's response will either make enough sense that Eimhear can move on, or it could, on the other hand, make digging deeper necessary.
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Feb 28, 2017 10:41:36 GMT -8
"Plasma welder accident," Vashity answers the Mandalorian without any hesitation, miming sawing at her left wrist with her right hand as she crinkles her nose and adds, "Lost a hand."
Korbl, single and with no relatives on Agamar, had been chosen to be replaced by Vashity specifically because it was vital to her cover that there be no one on Agamar with a reason to go looking for the replaced. To explain why Korbl is still absent from Agamar, Vashity says conversationally, "Company paid to have him sent to the RDMC on Honoghr to get a prosthetic and rehab." Hoping that her answer is sufficient to allay the Mandalorian's curiosity and is not verified, Vashity resists the urge to add more details and mentally holds her breath as she waits for the Mandalorian's reply.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2017 1:20:35 GMT -8
Eimhear, not detecting anything off about Lokshin's reply, clucks her tongue and shakes her head as she says, Poor Korbl. Though she is still waiting for the check of census records to be completed so that she knows whether Lokshin is a resident of Agamar with any other records available for review, Eimhear sees no reason to dig any deeper than she has into the matter of Korbol being replaced with a new face.
Once the scanning team has completed their search of the Ekundayo, and assuming that her search of census records turns up nothing suggesting that she needs to concern herself with Lokshin more than she already has, Eimhear leaves the freighter crew to go about their business, returning with the scanning team and other members of her platoon to the command center her platoon has set for their assigned task of providing security for the loading yard.
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Post by Brielle Giovane on Mar 5, 2017 18:14:05 GMT -8
Census records will not list Vashity as a resident of Agamar, attempting to alter census records being deemed too great an operational risk. Records will show, should they be searched thoroughly enough, that Vashity has been provided with temporary housing in the city nearest to the loading yards where the Ekundayo's home port is located, with such housing arrangements being typical for offworld employees of the shipping company that owns the Ekundayo.
Once the scanning team has finished and the Ekundayo's crew has been left to go about their business, Vashity helps with the last of the docking procedures before, along with the rest of the crew, gathering her personal effects and preparing to leave the loading yards. With no arrangements having been made for a personal vehicle, Vashity catches a ride into the nearby city with the Ekundayo's medical officer, a fragile looking blonde haired human woman native to Agamar.
Tossing her duffel bag - containing a few changes of clothes, toiletries, and other personal effects suitably worn enough to suit her cover story - tool kit, and tool belt onto the couch of the apartment she has been provided, Vashity sits beside it, taking a moment to consider how to proceed with her mission, thinking back to all that she had seen during the trip from the loading yards into the city as well as anything the medical officer might have spoken of so that she use it in her planning; her objective of gathering intelligence for the Jedi Order and Rebel Alliance requiring that she gain a picture of the general state of affairs on Agamar, the forces occupying it, and any overt or underground resistance force that might be present. Such intelligence will take time to gather, and Vashity will need to go about it carefully. Listening and watching carefully to all she sees and hears, therefore, is a risk-free way to begin; her initial observations helping her to gauge the best ways to proceed to probing deeper.
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