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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 9, 2013 1:49:17 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Innon'Ruuk
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Apr 24, 2013 6:58:08 GMT -8
Looming over the capital city in standard orbit is the Gespenster-Class Orbital Platform “Decimator”, Captain P.K. Subban read over his daily security package for the system, he reads this over a mug of hot pzobian coffee in his command chair, after a few minutes he finishes, mug in hand he moves to the forward section of the bridge and gazed down upon the water world under his protection.
Gespenster-Class Orbital Platform: “Decimator” (3,355m) NPC: Captain P.K. Subban - 8 V-188 Penetrators - 4 MM-40 Superheavy Turbolasers - 12 Z-2.9 Particle Accelerator Cannons - 15 Kochev Missile Tubes [three reloads each] - 20 Sciame Multi-purpose missile tubes [four reloads each] - 335 Point defense cannons
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Post by Ishmael on May 4, 2013 12:30:34 GMT -8
*In a brilliant but soundless explosion of white light, the 'Necromancer's Minstrel' dropped out of hyperspace on the outer edge of Kamino's orbit. For a long moment, the badly damaged Mark II Imperial Star Destroy lay dormant, drifting listlessly through space. Then the engines flared to life, the lights flickered on, and with a sudden lurch the propulsion systems came online, pushing the ship's decaying bulk closer to the planet.*
*On the bridge, I sat in silent repose. The flickering lights cast erratic shadows over myself and my crewmen, at one moment snuffing out everything but the next sparking of damaged consoles and exposed wires, the next bathing the entirety of our surroundings in bright, sterile light. The bridge had been destroyed in the chaos of the spell I had unleashed over Aargau, torn apart by stray blaster bolts and struggling bodies. The crewmen's efforts had been in vain, of course- they had been overpowered and now their corpses surrounded me, their rotting bodies bent to the task of running the ship.*
*My eyes were closed and my head bowed under the weight of the dark side. I had immersed myself within it completely; guiding the cadavers like a puppet-master. The strain was enormous: sweat streaked my pallid face and my folded hands shook. My breath came slow and rattled in my lungs, but my task was nearly complete. My burden ready to be cast off.*
*A groan escaped my lips as my eyes open, but it was lost in the sighing rush of departing magic. With a gentle howl I felt my power ebb, and watched in fascination as the dead I had reanimated fell. It was not some sudden thing- rather, the power of the dark side faded from their decaying flesh and exposed bones. With grunts and wheezing gasps they stooped and then fell to their knees before finally collapsing. As the last body hit the floor I stood, weariness evidenced by slumped shoulders and labored breathing.*
*Still...I had survived.*
*The senior navigator had collapsed atop his computer. I pulled him away and took his place at the console, and the sound of rapid keystrokes filled the now eerily silent bridge. It took me only a few minutes to deactivate the engines, leaving the Destroyer dead in space and trapped in Kamino's orbit. Later I would have some of the Order's forces retrieve the ship and have it taken to a shipyard, but for now, I just wanted to get off the damn thing.*
*That thought fixed firmly in mind, I left the bridge and headed to the hangar to find a shuttle, leaving behind a bridge strewn with corpses and ripped apart by a struggle that's conclusion had been foregone. Within minutes I had disembarked the husk of a warship in a Lambda-class shuttle left behind by some officer or another.*
*As my transport descended toward Kamino's atmosphere, one thought lodged itself at the forefront of my mind: the living cannot hope to stop the dead...and the dead now answer my call.*
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Sept 11, 2013 7:18:25 GMT -8
The Yama decelerated from superlight speed without incident, and we were treated to the same sight that, so many years ago, Obi-Wan Kenobi saw as he came across the missing planet wherein Darth Tyranus's treachery was revealed after nearly a decade of hidden workings. How fitting, thought I, that given our visit to the Jedi Temple upon whose stairs Anakin Skywalker metamorphosed into Darth Vader, that we should come across yet another historic destination so soon after.
What's next? A trip to the palace at Theed where Darth Maul nearly accomplished his dispatch of two Jedi, one a Master and one a Knight?
Coming into the vicinity of the planet, I once again lamented the lack of some automated sequence to request landing permission. I am most assuredly going to fix this, very very soon. Get myself an astrodroid or something. Blast if I don't despise speaking by comlink. :: This is the Yama, personal transport of Lapay no Ryu, requesting permission to land at Tipoca City, over. ::
Tipoca City is the capital, and the location of the largest cloning facility on Kamino. In case you didn't know.
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Ishmael
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Post by Ishmael on Sept 12, 2013 15:26:16 GMT -8
*Orbital control was still being overseen by the Order's forces- while I had relieved them of the cloning facilities in Tipoca City, I had yet to tighten my authority over the planet. I am viewed as an agent of the Eye and nothing more. When other, more pressing matters have been resolved, I will turn my attention establishing Kamino's independence and solidifying my dominion.*
*For now the Cardan-class space station 'Vanguard' was under the control of one Nelson Tragg, and it was his officers who intercepted the transmission from the 'Yama'. Traffic to and from the planet had been incredibly light as of late. The Order's strict governance made it a forbidding destination, yet it was isolated and protected enough that its inhabitants felt confident in their safety from the dangers of an unstable galaxy. Because of this the vessel received some extra scrutiny, but there was nothing to arouse suspicion.*
:: Yama, you are cleared for landing. ::
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Apr 25, 2014 18:43:17 GMT -8
The Yama came to dock with the Vengeance, a DP-20 frigate that was anchored at the space station Vanguard. It turns out that there isn't much cargo room in DP-20 frigates, so we could only pack the bare essentials from our ship. Tal went off to speak with Commander Tragg with some instructions or other. I didn't pay attention to what he said, actually. I tend to get a little lax with details whenever I wear Devient. Go figure.
"Kill everyone on the station." "For Chaos' sake--" "Yes, that's right!" "Let me finish. For Chaos' sake, have you been talking to Aire lately!? Is that why she's been in such a strange mood?" "Awww, Ryuuuuuu! You don't have any idea what's going on, do youuuu?" "And just what the frack do you know that I don't?" "I know lots of things, dummmmmmmyyyyyy! What kind of a god can't even see what's in front of his own eyes? I should turn out the lights, make you less dependent on Force Sight to see what's going on! It doesn't do you any good, does it? You're a dummy!"
It hurts to wear this thing, and not just because of the exasperating company inside my head. But, it makes me stronger. So at least I've got that going for me.
Tal's walking back toward me now. I'm assuming that it's gonna be with details for our departure. Nubia is the plan. Somehow... ...Somehow, it always seems like I wind up taking charge when we're together. It's not bad, and it's not necessarily wrong, either. But what is it about my former apprentice that leads him to follow? It's not me. I am spectacular, there's no question of that. But he's spectacular, too; he must recognize it. I can't help but wonder...is it the will of the Force that brought us together, not just the inevitability of each of us seeking power? Is it something bigger than myself that led me to see the expression of a man who I needed to make a part of my family?
"... ... ...Ryyyyuuuu and Ishmael, sitting in a tree..."
"I'm going to throw you into a sun." "Just go ahead and try, you weak little punk."
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Post by L???? ?o R?? on Apr 30, 2014 8:40:14 GMT -8
Our wonderful conversation, as all things do with time, died off-- Tal was approaching with an unfamiliar man in tow. Coming into my presence, the man staunchly saluted and Tal gestured by way of introduction. "Ryu. This is Captain Zenchou Maddox, commander of the Vengeance. We're already prepared to depart. All he needs is a briefing with you." His eyes flashed up at me before continuing to speak. "I'd have told him myself, but...it seemed to me that you have a more solid grip on the...details...of our little trip."
"Indeed." I pulled out a datapad on which I had pulled up HoloNet information about the Nubia system. "The planet Nubia is located in the Corellian sector, along the Corellian Run. It's the third in a system of five planets, of which it's the only hospitable planet. We will depart hyperspace and position the Vengeance over Nothar. A warship tends to draw some attention, after all. From there, Tal will remain on board with you. We'll be in contact, but Lapay no Aire and I will take the Yama to Nubia and secure public transit for ourselves to Corulag. The Vengeance will need to stay behind in the Nubus system, but that's why Nothar is the ideal location. It can make a hyperspace jump to either Nubia or Corulag without any difficulty, just in case, while remaining inconspicuously placed at the fringe of the system. Ah, and one last thing--" I smirked, but my face was completely hidden by Devient, so I think it was lost on him. And the vocoder wouldn't transmit the sound of speaking through a smile. I guess it wasn't too important, then. "--the ship's logs should be changed to reflect that we departed from Pzob. I'm convinced that you can see to it that there is a cohesive narrative for how the Vengeance got there. I don't expect any trouble for you, but just in case..."
I omitted the headline flashing across the HNN page about riots in Nuba City. I think there's more than enough to consider without expecting ourselves to get caught up in that mess. Maddox nodded, saluted again, and was dismissed by Tal to inform the navigation crew of the updates. In silence Tal gazes at my masked visage, while I meditate on the developing future. Presently, the ship shudders as it's released from the Vanguard and drifts away into space. The engines kick in to seize control of the ship and begin to angle the nose of the vessel towards the first of two jumps that will get us to the Corellian Run hyperlane. As we gaze out of the bridge's viewport, it seems that only a few more moments of silence pass before the hyperdrive whirs to life and the stars transform from dots into streaks of light.
"Wouldn't it be good if we hit an asteroid on the way in and got smashed to smithereens?" I get the feeling that I will be quite happy to remove Devient before long.
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 21, 2014 20:47:19 GMT -8
**A shuttle drops out of hyperspace in orbit above the ocean planet of Kamino. Lord Ferinus Corsai typed in a few keystrokes on the control console and turned around in his chair to face his brother.**
"We should be touching down momentarily, Phantom. Do you feel you're ready and up for the challenge of exploration once again?"
**He chuckled.**
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Aug 22, 2014 7:07:15 GMT -8
*sitting inside, the massive sabercane he normally wore would have hit around so it lay flat along the seat. A smile cracking his lips, the scar that separated the halves of his face seeming to pulsate just the insanity that lay dormant within him*
"Indeed, it has been too long and choosing discretion, or force and all other options, it just makes things lively again"
*Peering out the viewing window the planet was coming into view, it felt good to be back*
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 22, 2014 9:49:48 GMT -8
**Ferinus gave him a crooked smile and pushed the throttle forward.**
"Then we begin."
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Tyrana Letta-Horica
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Post by Tyrana Letta-Horica on Aug 23, 2014 6:31:32 GMT -8
Ty's shuttle entered the orbit of Kamino from hyperspace and came to a slow stop. She peered down at the planet with an almost disgusted look. Rain. She rarely felt the rain, and when she did it somewhat unnerved her. Yet she felt her Big Brother down there and his communicator pinged on her scanner, so she pressed a few buttons and her shuttle descended into the murky atmosphere.
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Post by Aysá on Mar 7, 2015 4:27:41 GMT -8
A small shuttle, big enough for five people dropped from hyper space. It's pilot, a dark haired woman in her late 20s spun around in her chair and turned to face the four people bound and gagged on the floor. She smiled sweetly as they looked on afraid.
"Best behaviour now, ladies, we're off to meet someone very important..."
She turned back and ran her fingers over the console, plotting a course whilst simultaneously scanning for Lord Phantom. She wondered to herself if he would be as accommodating as the last time she'd seen him or if he would even be on Kammino at all. She was taking a huge risk, dragging her cargo from one side of the galaxy to the other without confirmation of his whereabouts but he had what she needed and her payment, in her eyes, was more than fair.
The group behind her, muffled by their gags grew more restless as they approached the planet. Aysa ignored them and confirmed the course. The ship moved slowly into a high orbit above the planet although not out of scanning range. Now she waited.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Mar 7, 2015 6:56:25 GMT -8
The space above the planet was fairly open and any ships cloaked or otherwise would be hit by a ping if only to relay location followed by a moment of nothing. Within a few minutes of the ping a Saboath destroyer dropped out of hyperspace, its front hull painted a deep dark blue with the inner walls all done in a matte black. The flat palm on the sides of the destroyer the calling card for Phantom himself. On the bridge was a seasoned droid, a patchwork of parts rebuilt time and again stronger and thicker giving the usual T series droid a more menacing look. The droid, named Wrath, was flanked by two IG-100 Magnaguards and two more near the lift entrance, vibrostaves all on the side, black and blue capes drawn high to hide their loadout.
Seeing the one ship ping and no others the ship held position waiting for relay from Phantom and had a transport ready to go. They were decent on resources and would need to get more but the stores they did have would support them to get around for a while. Many of the systems checked out as well but it would not be wise sending a large force to extract them all otherwise it would be noticed and cataloged by the planet.
The destroyer held position in space, not cloaked but its cannons were all on standby, no one ever knew what could or would happen and over time Wrath had learned never to take chances even when things seemed normal.
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Post by Aysá on Mar 7, 2015 10:34:33 GMT -8
The huge ship that slipped into orbit wasn't exactly hard to miss and it's colours made it easily recognisable - as per it's purpose. Aysa couldn't help but whistle as it sailed past.
"You have to admit, she is a beauty."
She said to no one in particular. Her hostages struggled further, their noises sounding more akin to agreements than protests. Aysa tappend a few buttons then spoke into the air.
::This is Alpha Delta Nine two seven four to Wrath. Do you copy, over?::
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Mar 7, 2015 11:17:28 GMT -8
*Wrath turned to a blinking comm screen and tapped a few buttons opening a private channel, only few had codes to communicate with this ship and fewer still knew his tag. If the droid could smile he would and nodded*
"Recieving this is Wrath, it sounds like a voice from the dead, it has been too long. What brings you all the way out here?"
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Post by Aysá on Mar 9, 2015 8:08:56 GMT -8
Aysa couldn't help but smile as Wrath recognised her voice, down to his programming no doubt but she smiled none the less as she busied herself at the controls.
"Wrath, my darling, its been too long. You know Kamino is one of my favorite hell holes in this neck of the woods. I trust your boss is looking after you well. Tell me, is he in? I'd like to discuss a little ... business with him."
She looked over at one of the captives and gave a small wink.
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Mar 9, 2015 11:44:21 GMT -8
*Wrath nodded, his miniature holoform showing his movements. The usual personalities for droids were bland and made for just work but Phantom wanted them all personable, able to communicate and work for his needs even if he was not present and so he consistently updated them with his own parameters*
"He actually sent a message for us to come here, we will be picking him up here. You are more than welcome to dock and wait here for him to return, in fact we have a few crates of weapons that needed to be sent out to you anyway so this will do just fine. Let me lower the docking bay shields"
*There was some movement before Wrath turned back to the screen*
"The bay nearest the command tower is open, we will have heightened security and need to scan and spray your ship down, I do hope that is understandable"
*Wrath was made to sound personable and understanding but if there were a bio virus, nano trackers, anything, it would need to be eliminated and they would take no chances. Refusal of this offer...offer being an oppertune word, would result in ion cannon fire*
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Post by Aysá on Mar 9, 2015 11:57:39 GMT -8
"Scan and spray away. You know me, very little to hide but enough to hold some intrigue."
She adjusted course and moved slowly towards the waiting hanger. She was well aware that the scan would take place before admittance buy being in a position for quick entry was preferable to just hanging around.
"Your kindness, as always is appreciated Wrath."
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Post by Lord Phantom Armageddon on Mar 9, 2015 12:18:22 GMT -8
*As the ship neared the hanger two recessed panels pulled back and began a digital scan of the ship, a tractor beam locking onto the ship holding it in place. Once it had scanned all organic matter on board it pulled the ship closer to the hanger and sprayed a thick foam on the hull. It bubbled and then went away, anything of note would keep the foam on and be tagged. Wrath spoke as the process happened*
"Thank you for understanding, we don't have the yards we used to or the might so every small thing must be accounted for"
*the ship is pulled into the hanger where a compliment of armed droids waited outside. A lift came down with Wrath at the door flanked by two of the Magnaguards and waited for her to dock, he was still connected to her via commlink however*
"As is your participation, you are clear to dock"
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Post by Aysá on Mar 10, 2015 8:17:27 GMT -8
The shuttle touched down inside the hanger with a shuddering lurch. Aysa powered down the engines and quickly span in her chair to face her captives.
“Right, instructions. You will do as you’re told, when you are told to do it. You will speak when spoken to and not before. If you are stupid enough to speak, I may kill you, depending on what you say. If you run, I will kill you. Clear?”
She looked to her prisoners and motioned for them to stand. They did so, quite reluctantly. She passed through them and grabbed the long black cloak that hung over one of the chairs. After fastening it securely to her robes, she lifted the hood over her head and hit the button that opened the door to the hanger-bay outside. Aysa exited with the four prisoners behind her, two abreast. The dark-sider smiled Wrath came into view.
Ah, Wrath. So much better to see you in person than as a voice through a speaker.
The shuttle touched down with a lurch. At its controls, Aysa powered down the engines, stood and made her
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