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Post by Whill Shaman Nyx on Apr 9, 2013 1:57:54 GMT -8
*The history is currently unknown.*
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Zenchou Piteos
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Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 10, 2013 7:54:06 GMT -8
*A MSC-SF drops out of hyperspace, and heads down to the planet to the area where Piteos' fortress could be found. At the yoke of the custom starfighter was Pasca, Piteos' HR droid daughter.*
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Post by Pasca Resco on Oct 23, 2013 12:51:45 GMT -8
*Pasca pilots her MSC-SF up into orbit before heading towards the hyperspace lane and jumping out of the system.*
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Mar 16, 2014 17:27:49 GMT -8
A Saboath Destroyer and nine Ardent-class Fast Frigates exited hyperspace above Rishi. The second they slow for orbit around the planet, all the ships launch at least three fighters. A wing of TIE Defenders are launched from the Destroyer and buzz around the fleet flagship like flies to screen from any unknown threat. The Ardents launch X-83 X-wings which mimic the TIE's in screening their mothership against unknown threats. Captain Salyer sat on the bridge of the Star Shag and overlooked the entire pirate fleet. He knew the Republic would throw everything they had in his direction if they knew his location.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Apr 6, 2014 8:03:29 GMT -8
After a few days in orbit of the planet, Captain Salyer transmitted orders to the other Captains and soon after the pirate fleet jumped into hyperspace, leaving only ion trails as proof they had been there.
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Myrina Ildikó
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Post by Myrina Ildikó on Apr 27, 2016 8:22:17 GMT -8
Rina gathered the squad in its entirety as the ship carrying them dropped out of hyperspace. Her soldiers stood unmasked, their weapon in one hand, buy'ce in the other; all except Zero. She respected his want of anonymity but she knew it was beginning to draw ire from the rest of the group. She had heard their hushed whispers throughout the journey though some were more vocal than others.
She looked to each one of them, all had bled for her at some point and she was not above doing the same for them. She tightened her grip on her blaster and spoke.
R: Whatever happens down there today, just remember, my blood for all of yours.
Those under her command responded with a loud “Oya” then began securing their beskar'gam and weapons ready for combat. She smiled proudly and returned to her seat. She set her blaster and helmet down at her feet and pulled a long chain from around her neck. Two tags dangled from it, one older and more worn than the other. She looked at them quietly, studying the names that were etched into the metal. For a moment the grief attached to them threatened to overwhelm her. She swallowed it down into the pit of her stomach as she squeezed them tightly and began whispering what had become a prayer.
R: Ni su’cuyi, gar kyr’adyc, no partayli, gar darasuum.
Rina repeated it twice then a third time. She missed the two most important men in her life terribly and she couldn’t help but wonder how different things would be if they were still alive. But they weren’t, so she hoped beyond all hope that wherever her father and brother were, that they’d be watching over her, protecting her and guiding her through what was to come. She squeezed them once more and brought them to her lips, kissing each tag before slipping them back under her armour. As she stood to affix her buy'ce she saw that Zero was watching her. She wasn’t sure how long he had been staring, not that it bothered her of course. Her eyes remained locked with his until she slipped her helmet on over her head and the connection was broken.
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Achyan IIdikό
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Post by Achyan IIdikό on Apr 27, 2016 20:34:39 GMT -8
**Zero snapped back into the moment after she affixed her buy'ce to her beskar'gam. He pined over what his decisions had meant to her. He prayed that she would understand that it was for both of their sakes that he had done what he did. He needed to assure that justice was served and this was the only sure fire way to flush out the mole in the empire, and he knew with every fiber of his being that this would be over soon. "Soon dear sister, very soon." he utered silently to himself. Zero turned and started going through the stock weapons that were aboard the Tra'kad transport. He pulled out one of the spare bags and starting putting some weapons and gear in the bag. This was not his usual stuff, it was stored on the decimator back at Concord Dawn, but the stuff here was still in very good shape and of remarkable quality. He noted to take time to sight the weapons in upon landing. Zery shoved in an array of rifles and pistols. He kept his two stun batons at his hips, but in addition he pulled down two beskad from the locker. He was well versed with their fighting styles, but he never really had taken some into combat as of late, though given the potential urbanness of some areas and seeing as it was not just about him anymore, he opted for anover versitile weapon set. Zero slung the two blades in a criss cross pattern over the back of his black beskar'gam then resumed loading and fine tuning the gear with the rest of the team.**
Do we have any idea how many hut'uuns are hiding in this place and that we're up against?
**Zero asked aloud, hoping for as much info as Ellis may have or may have overlooked.**
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Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2019 14:10:10 GMT -8
Rocketing out of hyperspace, a YV-865 Aurore-class freighter appeared and begun its approach towards Rishi. With a successful raid on Lothal, the ship was filled to the brim with new slaves for Gru brothers. She hadn't reported in about their success, already knowing that the co-pilot assigned to accompany her on this raid, Treddu, would have done so. He appeared to be such a loyal lapdog. She had just joined up with the slavers, becoming part of their operation at no small feat of her own. From her credentials and experience to a little bit of blackmail, she was accepted into the fold as a captain. Still, she didn't care much for these particular brothers as she had her sights set higher. As irritating as it was, she had to play things properly to impress those she knew to be higher up the chain than them so to rise through the ranks herself. Ambition was all she cared about.
As they grew closer to the planet, she began giving off her orders.
"Activate th cloaking device and prepare for re-entry."
Treddu then turned to her, already knowing she was going to completely dismiss contacting the base.
"You need to contact the base so they can raise the cloaking device first."
With a heavy glare, she turned to look at him.
"Did I ask for your opinions? You may be a favorite of the brothers, but I'm in charge of this vessel and when I give orders, I expect them to be followed. I've been in this kind of operation long enough to know what needs to be done. And unless you want to report in with a hole between your eyes, you'll shut it, activate the cloaking device, and let me handle the ship."
Giving a frustrated sigh, Treddu turned his attention back to the console, activating the cloak as Araali pressed forward towards the planet below. The brother wouldn't be happy with this little approach of hers, but he knew that it would be on her head.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2019 8:58:26 GMT -8
It had been a few hours since Rika's arrival with the group of slaves that Kelam and his team appeared. Suddenly emerging from out of hyperspace, The Chaotic Revelation began its approach towards Rishi, its pace not once slowing down. Kelam sat in the command chair as the team handled the ship, Voron activating the jammers as they arrived. They didn't need to take any chances that their arrival was noticed, even if ships came and went often enough. They needed to be as quiet as possible until they made their assault. Without the need to issue orders, the VT-49 made its descent into the planet's atmosphere.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2019 17:50:03 GMT -8
Enslaver to Sansanna, what’s our destination?
Zeke shifted restlessly as further instructions were being waiting on. Treddu, though, at least appeared calm as he patched through a secure transmission to his brothers’ ship. Then again, Treddu had dealt with his older brothers’ shenanigans all his life, so this was probably nothing out of the norm to him.
Sending you information now… Prepare to jump as fast as you can.
“Sansanna…” Zeke uttered thoughtfully before his eyes went wide. “Treddu, did anybody-”
Before he could finish, Treddu cut in with a shrug. “Too late to be wondering about that now.” The ship’s console then went off with the delivery of the coordinates. “We’ll find out when we get there. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
With a defeated sigh and a shake of his head, Zeke punched in the coordinates as Treddu prepared the hyperdrive. As soon as everything was locked, prepped, and ready to go, both ships disappeared from Rishi’s orbit and into the vast darkness of space.
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 22, 2021 19:29:03 GMT -8
Entering from hyperspace a ship a ship seernt out a broad Comm. distress signal to anything in Rishi orbit. Nothing was returned. Under her breath Gid muttered -Gid- "One down...." The ship accelerated for The planet. Traffic in orbit was unusually slow, at least in compare to what she experienced in some of her travels. But what Gid took close eye out for were defence forces. No fleets appeared to exist. This the girl floored the accelerator. The Hand Maid Tail broke into the planet's atmosphere
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 20:41:01 GMT -8
Coasting into Rishi orbit a ship filled with three bloodthirsty chicks, red, green and blue blew through space headed directly for the planet
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 27, 2021 21:44:54 GMT -8
Breaking into orbit a Firespray-31-class interceptor sailed through space. Low profile was the game, so Gid believed. Now how to achieve that. She wondered as all conscious energy focused into the move they about to....
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Post by Crystal Spire on Mar 18, 2022 19:44:40 GMT -8
A ship left hyperspace, punching through inky darkness and into the space near Rishi. 'Shade' maneuvered smoothly towards Rishi, Strife knowing his ship well and keeping alert for any potential issues. This was the planet from his vision. This would be where they found the second relic and hopefully reversed everything that had transpired. He stared grimly ahead, lost in his thoughts as they moved closer and prepared to enter Rishi's orbit.
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Adonias Altari
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Post by Adonias Altari on Mar 18, 2022 19:48:19 GMT -8
"Father? What will this relic look like?"
*The 5-year-old questioned as he watched the streaking stars disappear once they entered normal space. He looked at the approaching planet with excitement. There was something about this place that appealed to him. He didn't know what it was...it was just a feeling.*
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Post by Crystal Spire on Mar 18, 2022 23:21:29 GMT -8
Darth Strife:
He closed his eyes for a moment, relishing the idea of finding another relic and finishing this. Once everyone was again restored to their proper ages, he could continue to train his son and either finish battling Crystal or else she could go on her way. He truly didn't wish to kill her at this point. He snarled at the softness residing inside his heart when he thought of her. He really would regret those feelings someday, of that he was sure. Looking at Adonias he replied, "you will know it by feel more than by sight. Even in this young body, you retain your connection to the force. It will call to you in a way nothing has every called before. If you find it without me, bring it to me." He looked deep into his son's eyes, trying to impart the importance of what he was saying to him. "It is vital that only I hold and wield the relic." With those words, he finished the flight pattern down to the lush world below.
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Post by Adonias Altari on Mar 20, 2022 11:34:27 GMT -8
MASTER SELVEK:
*The Jedi made sure to secure his 'guest' in the cargo hold of the old Corellian freighter he was piloting. He planned to make the young man his apprentice, since his Sith father had not completely corrupted him. He punched in coordinates for a hyperspace route, planning to head to Varonat. Sensing the young man was slowly coming out of his stupor down below, he activated the hyperdrive and watched the stars streak into bright lines, leaving Rishi behind for good.*
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Post by Crystal Spire on Mar 23, 2022 21:47:26 GMT -8
The 'Shade' rocketed smoothly away from the planet, carrying the sith and his old apprentice towards the coming battle. Within seconds of leaving the atmosphere, the ship disappeared in a burst of stars, entering hyperspace.
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Dragus
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Post by Dragus on Mar 25, 2022 5:50:47 GMT -8
Ion engines bled radiation into the cold void as the Victory II-class Star Destroyer 'Red Witch' passed by the Rishi Moon on its final approach towards the planet. Warning klaxons boomed deafeningly throughout the decks of the warship as rodents scurried about their stations and the cultists whipped chained gangs of slaves to bloody submission as the vessel and its crew were readied for combat. TIE Interceptors spewed out of the wedge shaped destroyer's open hangar, engines screaming as they whipped their pilots at breakneck speeds, targeting civilian infrastructure in orbit around the planet. Communications and commercial satellites were peppered with laser cannon fire then blown from the sky with concussion missile blasts. Quad-turbolaser batteries swiveled across the crimson havod alloy hulled Witch, glowing brilliant white at the muzzle before unleashed long spearing lances of boiled blaster gas at the nearby holonet relay, transforming the galactic connection into a pile of molten slag venting heat out into frigid space. On the bridge, Caspian Knowles watched from his command throne, his gloved hands thrumming the arm rests as bloodshot yellow eyes flickered between the massive viewscreen that dominated the room and the projected display before him. The risen blue veins crisscrossing his pale flesh seemed to pulse with the rhythm of the warship's turbolaser cannons. All the while he reached deep into the aether, stroking the wicked currents of the malevolent fey as he looked for signs of his master. Whatever the ill-intentioned Famine Lord was up to, it didn't currently involve projecting his thoughts through the Force, otherwise Caspian would have known.It was hard for the dark acolyte or any of his ilk to truly comprehend the mind of their hungering master, which was why they usually didn't try. Delving too deep into the mind of the dark apothecary was like staring into the swirling blue bands of hyperspace; one was bound to be driven mad. Better to only court the madness then embrace it completely. Even so, some concessions had been made already, even aboard the Witch. Caspian only needed to look across the expanse of the bridge to recognize the truth of this. Manning several of the work stations were the Great Devourer's verminous henchmen, fast breeding ranats with a utter lack of hygiene, let alone civilized behavior. They were faster and more tech savvy than there cultist counterparts, but they were also filthier and only literate in their own rat-speech. All the chittering and squeaks served to aggravate the acolyte's mood.Two twelve fighter squadrons of TIE Bombers emerged from the belly of the Witch and veered towards the moon, preparing to unleash their payloads of seismic charges on the already crater covered surface. Outdated infrastructure was flattered by expanding blast waves, sending burrowing eels fleeing away from the epicenter of each explosive blast. As civilian traffic fled, they found themselves harried by a squadron of star wings. The agile superiority craft unleashed payloads of concussion missiles that streaked after fleeing vessels, overwhelming their shields and obliterating their superstructures before erupting in explosive detonations and venting their crews into the airless embrace of the void.The way was prepared for the Covenant of Blood's arrival. Now all they had to do was wait.
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Post by Dragus on Mar 31, 2022 7:06:27 GMT -8
Location: Within Hyperspace Between Pzob and RishiA rousing speech delivered to his hungry spawn, Dragus led the child of sand from the auditorium back into the turbo-lift, ushering the tusken girl into the lift first while he fiddled with a control panel on the wall just outside of the vertical elevation system. The rooms only illumination sputtered out as the Hungering One switched off the power supply to the ray shield before promptly slipping into the lift and jamming the 'close door' button rapidly with a claw. The elevator doors swished shut as the energy barrier flickered away, releasing the feral barabels from their captivity. Several lunged for the closing doors but were just shy, their claws scraping against the lifts sealed surface. A maniacal hissing chuckle escaped the devilish draconian's rasping reptilian throat. The next person to access the grand hall was in for a surprise. Reckless and absurdly dangerous, it was just the sort of prank the darkside addled mind of the saurian lord enjoyed. He wiped a tear of amusement from the corner of his eye before once more regarding the tiny companion he had in tow.Ah yes, Kr'Naan had asked him a question, but how best to answer? The unequivocal truth? No, don't be absurd. Where was the fun in that? Better to sprinkle in a few fallacies to keep it entertaining. Children tended to soak up information like a sponge, regardless of whether said information was a lie or something else, and he intended to fill the sand child to the point of bursting with half truths and misinformation. He'd add just enough fact to suspend any incredulity or disbelief."Now where waz I? The Sssith Eternal. Right, well, you sssee sssome time ago I waz forced to ssstep away from the galaxy in order to begin preparationz for my...ascensssion. Upon my return it became obviouz to me that the mortal elementz sssupporting thiz gloriouz caussse had dwindled consssiderably in number. Until sssuch a time az my planz have come to fruition, there iz ssstill a need for ordinary minionz to perform the little taskz unworthy of one of divine origin, sssuch as myssself." He patted Kr'Naan on the head. "Like you, my little sssand flea. Ssso I cassst my mind into the dark waterz of the aether until sssomething, or rather sssomeone, anssswered back. A unique and very powerful sssorcerer known az the Sssupreme One anssswered the call, the leader of a sssmall sssecret empire az it were, replete with all the resourcez I required. Ssso an exchange waz had, where I asssumed a leadership role among sssaid empire'z high council and leading body. I had consssidered sssimply sssmiting thiz Sssupreme Leader and taking everything from him, after all, it iz rather audaciouz to label onessself the Sssupreme One of all thingz. It deservez sssome...humbling." As he said this, bluish tendrils of electrical current seemed to dance between his talon tips. After a moment he clenched his hand, quelling the small display before letting out a sigh. "But leading an empire can be tediouz and quite frankly I am far too busssy. Better to let the chattel lead themselvez while I remain free to pursssue my own interestz. Ssstill, we sssupport them ssso that they in turn might continue to sssupport uz, until sssuch a time where their sssupport iz no longer required. At that point..." A bit of steaming ooze made its way over his lips, wetting his chin. "...well, I suppossse it all dependz on how they tassste."A 'ding' sounded as the turbo-lift arrived at its destination. The doors split apart to reveal a poorly lit deck, as one might expect. This deck, however, was full of computer terminals and a large display that dominated the far end of the room. The display was actually the bridge viewport of the Covenant, obvious from the swirling blue bands of the dimensional wormhole they were currently traveling through. It was well timed as the warship had just reached the end of the hyperlane, the stars streaking before it into existence as the ship reverted into real space upon entering the Rishi system. The tropical orb seemed to glow as it became the main focus of attention. Lorn Dirkwood turned and looked over his shoulder from his position seated upon the bridge command throne. The dark apostle appeared afflicted with the same ill health as most of the other humanoids aboard, his flesh pale to the point of translucence. Unlike the umbarans that made up the bulk of the Sith cultists, the apostles eyes were an insidious yellow, bloodshot and rimmed in red. He was also dressed different from the other cultists, wearing all black attire that seemed to shroud his lithe frame in shadow. Most notable was a line of scar tissue ringing the man's neck, risen just enough to catch on the collar of his shirt, constantly chaffing. A false smile lit the apostles face as he witnessed Dragus and Kr'Naan exit the lift and set foot upon the bridge. "Milord, the Red Witch has seen to preparing the way for us. You need only speak the word and we will unleash the invasion elements of the fleet." Like a hoarse specter, the apostle's voice was wispy and deep, like a whispering mountain. Beyond him in the backdrop of the view, a crimson hulled star destroyer could be seen reaping a tally on the civilian infrastructure. Great globs of energized blaster gas blazed like giant lances of pure plasma, annihilating fleeing transports as anyone with a ship and good sense tried to depart the system.Striding towards the command throne, Dragus shooed Lorn away, literally clutching the humanoid figure by the shoulders and raising him out of the seat before setting him down beside it. His razor sharp teeth were gritted in full view and a threatening hiss escaped his throat, giving the apostle all the information he required to gauge the saurian Sith's mood. He bowed and stepped back, crossing an arm over his chest as he motioned for the barabel to assume the throne. Instead the black scaled fiend shook his snout from side to side and looked at Kr'Naan, the corners of his mouth rising in a devious grin."Come here and have a ssseat, Wart. You've waited long enough. I suppossse it'z only fair to show you the power of the godz. Siss Siss Siss!"
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