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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2017 9:42:33 GMT -8
The interceptor launched into orbit before docking with its hyperspace ring. Maneuvering the ship, he detached the ring in one of the locks on the Acheron before flying the ship itself into the hangar. Disembarking, he strode toward the deck officer. "Hey, officer. I was sent here by Victor Marshall since we are going to the Hapes cluster. After the officer cleared him, he strode throughout the massive ship, ending up on the command bridge. Sitting down in one of the empty seats, he looked out the forward window, observing the space traffic whilst he waited for Victor.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2017 11:16:51 GMT -8
The shuttle made its way up and out of the atmosphere of Mon Calamari. Breaching out into the void of space, altering its course to head towards the Acheron. Victor sat across from Sahra, studying his old friend. He had known her for many years. The pair having grown up together on Talus. But they had always been on different paths in life, running parallel to each other. Where he had pursued a career in the military, Sahra had chosen to make a career in politics.
He could understand her choice. She was a brilliant diplomat, and could always find a way to make any situation work to her advantage. Victor on the other hand. He preferred tactically outsmarting an enemy. When Sahra failed, that was when he would step in. Making them quite a team.
The shuttle slowed down as it made its approach into the hangar of the Acheron, before coming to a stop as it settled down on the hangar bay floor. Victor rose from his seat, with Sahra, Angel, and Phoenix following soon after. The group disembarked the shuttle and made their way up to the bridge of the ship, where Admiral Douglass and Bradley were already waiting. Victor gave a nod to Bradley then, motioning towards Sahra then "Bradley, allow me to introduce Senator Sahra Starmane. Senator, Bradley Firewind. The last minute addition to our mission that I mentioned to you..." Sahra looked Bradley over as Victor introduced him, before giving a nod of her head "Greetings mister Firewind. It is a pleasure to make your acquittance..."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2017 21:59:23 GMT -8
Bradley bowed slightly before the superior man. ”The pleasure is all mine, senator.” Bradley turned to the admiral. ”Shall we get underway?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 22:51:37 GMT -8
"I'm sure it is..." Sahra was quite impressed with his manners. Admiral Douglass looked over to Victor then, as Bradley addressed him. The young Grey Jedi seemed quite eager to get going. Not that Victor could blame him. This mission to Hapes was rather strategically important "Bradley is right. Admiral, bring us about and set a course for the Hapes Cluster" "Yes sir!" The Acheron performed a turn then, before its engines pushed the MC90 Star Cruiser away from Mon Calamari enough that the Hyperdrive could activate. Causing the whole ship to traverse from real space to hyperspace in a flash of white light
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Alfeus Kimeln
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Post by Alfeus Kimeln on Nov 24, 2017 21:01:41 GMT -8
As the Bladefin dropped out of hyperspace, it was greeted by a slew of ships coming in and out of the planet. Such was the cost of being the capital of the multisector government. Aboard the ship, Krei activated a holotransmitter, and began communicating with the Galactic Alliance Senate Building.
“This is Alfeus Krei requesting permission to speak with the military Triumvir.”
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Post by Alfeus Kimeln on Nov 25, 2017 7:50:50 GMT -8
After receiving the proper clearance, Alfeus broke the Bladefin out of its holding pattern and eased the ship into the traffic lanes streaming to and from the planet and began descending towards the surface.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 19:42:31 GMT -8
Above sapphire orb that was Mon Cala, a Courier-Class Yacht emerges from hyperspace. The sleek ship, painted in red, white, and silver colors, joined the rest of the traffic as it approached the planet. Aboard was a disguised Richter, wearing the elegant formalwear of the aristocracy found around the Galactic Alliance’s territory. Truth be told, he would have preferred his pursuit craft and his armor, but this was the only way he could solidify his disguise as a wealthy citizen of the Galactic Alliance, who had decided to visit the capital on a pleasure trip. In reality, however, he was actually there to gather intelligence, and to start undermining the defenses of the planet in preparation for the final assault. He looked over at his pilot, Lydia, who wore a simple pilots uniform. He smirked slightly as the ship began it’s final approach to Foamwander City.
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Post by Jacques Hu on Oct 3, 2018 17:28:12 GMT -8
Coming back to the planet from a patrol on the far side of Daca the Alliance third fleet had a handful of picket sentries out flying their usual patrols. Despite the build up of the Alliance fleets on the world things had become very dull and mundane for the pilots. Flanked on three sides by a MC90, a MC80B and a Nebula Star Destroyer drifted a Endurance fleet carrier. Its underside unprotected for the moment, but none of the captains of the ship believed there to be a threat. None of them did more than spin through the warm up cycle for their weapons and shield systems. Fleet Composition. 1 MC901 Nebula1 MC80b1 Endurance Class Fleet Carrier55 K Wings33 Defender Starfighters70 E Wings70 A Wings60 XJ7sStarfighters spread out through the fleet
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 4, 2018 18:51:45 GMT -8
The Imperial Armada1 Assertor-class Star Dreadnaught - Ad Gloriam 1 Mandator IV-class Siege Dreadnought - Regulus 10 Resurgent-class Star Destroyers15 Pellaeon-class Star Destroyers6 Imperial II-class Star Destroyers2 Imperious-class Star Destroyers2 Interdictor-class Star Destroyers5 Turbulent-class Star Destroyers=================================================== A day to remember in infamy, the historians would call it. A day in which Mon Calamari witnessed the largest Imperial fleet to ever enter its system for many decades. The oldest of the natives recall the stories of Palpatine's attack on the planet, the Yuuzhan Vong attack, the One Sith invasion, and others that came before. But truly, the skies darkened over the planet as warship after warship entered space. Indeed, they would remember this as a dark day upon their watery homeworld.
From the depths of hyperspace, contacts were detected inbound. The Galactic Alliance ships in orbit saw many signatures approaching the planet from one single direction. And those signatures just kept coming. They came closer and closer, in large numbers, and soon, the first warship dropped out of hyperspace. The familiar and menacing wedge-shape of an Imperial II-class Star Destroyer was in full view of the defending ships. There was a bit of a pause as the ship lingered there before the rest came after it. All kinds of Star Destroyers, new and old models, blanketed the open space before the planet, alongside numerous support vessels ranging from destroyers to frigates. Then came the pair of battlecruisers. The Assertor-class Star Dreadnought was familiar to those on the other side as it was a model from the days of the first Galactic Empire. The second, the newly made Mandator IV-class Siege Dreadnought, would be entirely new to their eyes, more so than the appearances of the Resurgent-class Battlecruisers and the smaller Turbulent-class Star Destroyers. An ugly wedge-shaped warship it was but nothing would be known as those who fought at Dathomir were dead.
The Imperial Armada had finally arrived.=================================================== Nicademus stands on the bridge of the flagship, Ad Gloriam, which had arrived with the Regulus, the neighboring Siege Dreadnaught that was commanded by Captain Mandrake. Already, the communication channels were going wild as commands were issued, squadrons scrambled, and formations began to form as the shots had not been fired just yet. Grand Admirals Needa and Petrovsky were forming up their respective commands while the center flank, made up of Resurgents, formed up in a wedged in front of the Assertor and the neighboring Mandator. The Emperor looks out at the small force left to defend Mon Calamari before his eyes glance at the watery world itself. His eyes glance at an officer.Send the communication to our Quarren allies. Lets give the Galactic Alliance a real fight for their lives. Ensure crews on the shipyard do their job and the rest on the planet perform the revolt. Tie down everything they can before we can arrive.The officer nods and proceeds to send the communication. As this was done, the Emperor issues his command.All formations, ADVANCE!
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Oct 4, 2018 23:52:53 GMT -8
Following Grand Admiral Needa's orders, the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer Holocron jumped out of hyperspace within the imperial timeplan which was set for it. Serving as the backline of the arrowhead, as the larger Pellaeons and the Imperious class-Star Destroyer sorta shielded the three vessels within the arrowhead formation, Rear Admiral Kasalle monitored her part of the fleet as diligently and careful as she was known for. While the Emperor's speeches could be heard loud and booming for everyone upon the bridge of the bustling star destroyer, Kasalle's eyes rested for most of the time on the holographic map of the fleet and the scenery outside, when looking directly through the window.
This was now the moment for which they were prepared.
The First Order has arrived and would take its rightful victory. There was no doubt for Jenia whether there could be another outcome of this battle - all she feared was her own failure within the battle.
Looking over towards her subordinate Captain Naya Thax, the silver-haired woman adressed the most important orders after entering Dac's orbit directly towards her immidiately.
TIE pilots within our lines shall keep themselves ready to leave their hangars, when we give the command, she mentioned in her usual cold tone of voice, while the black-skinned officer in front of her eagerly listened, And make sure each Raider-class corvette is still deployed in correct formation right behind our lines and the ones of the Vindicators - if we have to leave the orbit by unexpected means, we won't leave our pilots to die out here. And remind the squadron leaders that we currently use Holocron clock rotation.
Of course the corvettes served also the purpose to intercept when the star fighter wings couldn't hold of any approaching bombers, making their way towards the Star Destroyers on Kasalle's flank, but for now it was more important for the Rear Admiral to remind the officers on board yet again of the importance of Imperial star fighters. As usual Thax nodded and immidiately got onto the job of fulfilling Jenia's tasks as quickly as possible.
The advantages of good command structure.
::Banshee squadron, ready yourself for launch, once we give the order:, Kasalle then told Nathan Caldwell [Retired] quickly over a private comlink channel, as she wished to ensure that the 8 TIE Silencers were well prepared for the upcoming battle as well. Being the most deadly asset of the fleet, she hoped that they would get rid of most star fighters, breaking through the Pellaeon lines, when the other wings failed to do so.
::Holocron clock rotation for the moment, I tell you if we change it. Situation so far calm, we just arrived in orbit. Enemy musters most likely the defense line while we slowly approach them. Other than that, I wish you and the squadron good luck outside, once the actual battle begins.
Ad gloriam! Ad victoriam!::
Once she had finished the most important tasks within the first minutes, when they had arrived within the system, she was finally able to link herself up with her superior in command, the recently promoted Grand Admiral over hologram. Although she wasn't able to congratulate him to his most recent promotion, Jenia swore herself to do it after the battle, as there were more important matters to deal with for the moment. She was certain that Needa could reason it, given that she learnt to know him as pragmatic as she was, when it came to military matters. The imagery of the elderly officer flickered in front of her, when she finally made contact, stabilizing in the end to complete the hologram.
"Holocron ready for further orders - no complications with the backline of the fleet during hyperspace travel have occured, Grand Admiral", she adressed Admiral directly, "We're within the time plan, awaiting further orders from high command."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2018 6:51:43 GMT -8
In the hangar bay of the First Order Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, The Enforcer, Faelan and Éibhear Bralor, the commanders of the seven hundred and fifty man battalion, divided into five companies, watch as the Mando'ade that have come to accompany the First Order's armed forces in the battle ahead, watch as the Mando'ade begin assembling near the transports that will ferry them to the planet's surface when the time comes, checking or re-checking their gear and weapons as they wait for the moment to arrive for them to board the transports.
Fionnuala Priest of House Bralor, one of the Mando'ade platoon commanders, finds Ruus'alor Zdzislaw Tenau, who will be leading one of the sqauds under her command, and claps him on the shoulder as she says in Mando'a, Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. Tion'tsikala?
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2018 21:02:37 GMT -8
As she walks across the Ad Gloriam's hangar to where the LAAT/i around which the Shadowtroopers comprising her headquarters are gathered, Nicolina adjusts the strap of her DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle to an off-side drop carry position. Returning the salute 1LT Solberg, the platoon's leader, gives her, Nicolina asks, Everyone geared up and ready?
You know it, boss lady, Solberg replies with her usual pre-battle cheerful eagerness. We reverted to realspace a minute or so ago, so it's almost game time.
Calenda taking us down? Nicolina asks, hoping that the Nagai LAAT/i pilot will be the one that will be ferrying them through whatever the Alliance has between them and the battle awaiting them on Mon Calamari's surface. WO1 Calendda, like Solberg herself, is one of the few troops that have been with Nicolina ever since she was a 1LT and the Empire was not yet a dream realized by Nicademus, and there is no other pilot Nicolina trusts as much as the Nagai.
Yep, Solberg replies with a nod. And good ol' Reiz 27 will be taking the platoon's other Larty down.
Sweet, Nicolina says, and then adds less casually, Check in with the battalion's other platoon leaders, make sure everyone is ready to go once we get green lit.
On it, Solberg says, sketching a jaunty salute before turning smartly on her heels and heading off to carry out the order.
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Post by Katsumi Ren on Oct 11, 2018 3:19:08 GMT -8
In her quarters aboard the Ad Gloriam, Katsumi begins the First Order's assault on the Alliance forces they have come to obliterate by executing an attack that the Alliance can neither see nor, in essence, defend against. Having spent the time spent traveling to Mon Calamari deep in meditation, focused raptly on the glorious thundering symphony of the roaring currents of the Force so that she can, when the time comes, bend it to her will, Katsumi feels a surge of sadistic glee when the moment to initiate her attack arrives, her hungry anticipation of the demoralizing chaos it should incite among the last tattered remnants of the Alliance only adding to the razor sharp focus she has attained and will now bring to bear.
Unlike some practitioners of battle meditation, Katsumi has honed her skill in the technique not to knit to together and enhance the effectiveness of the forces she is allied with, but instead to rend asunder and undermine the coordination and effectiveness of the enemy. The arrival of the First Order's fleet, the anger, fear, uncertainty and despair that the sheer size of the fleet and what it almost certainly means for the Alliance, provides the spark Katsumi needs to enkindle the hungry flames of the fire she intends to stoke higher and higher before directing it to where it will best serve the needs of the First Order.
Katsumi smiles predatorily beneath the grinning skull mask she wears as, judging that the fire she has coaxed and teased into life has reached its zenith, she sends the mental inferno outwards towards the minds of the enemy. Feeling the hungry mental flames lick greedily at the minds of the enemies the raging inferno engulfs as her telepathic assault spreads outwards, inciting varying degrees of panic, fear, despair, hopelessness, and at times near catatonia when the heat of the mental conflagration is so intense that it consumes the minds it inundates, Katsumi uses the almost gleeful sense of pleasure she feels to focus on sustaining the blaze for as long as possible, feeding it more and more as she feeds on its effect on the Alliance forces.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 8:17:06 GMT -8
Ishild, seated in her command chair as the Star Destroyer from which she will command the ships among the First Order fleets right flank that have been assigned to her, erupts from hyperspace along with the rest rest of the fleet. Lifting her gaze to the holoprojected tactical display on the bridge, Ishild notes the rest of the right flank has arrived in the formation she and Petrovsky had ultimately decided upon and then stands to walk closer to it to observe the Alliance ships as information gathered by her sensor officers begins to come in. The intelligence they had received in the Emperor's briefing was not specific as to precisely how the enemy fleet would be deployed, but the estimates of the strength of the opposition they could anticipate appear to have been correct; while there may be other enemy ships elsewhere in orbit, Ishild suspects that they are not likely to be of much more concern than what can be currently detected.
Her bridge crew having been briefed on the opening stages of the battle plan, Ishild says nothing as they perform their duties efficiently. As shields are raised, the TIE/IN starfighters in her Star destroyer as well as in those of the other ships under her command prepare to launch, their pilots having been standing by in their cockpits for the moment that has arrived, and weapons officers begin preparations to target and fire on the enemy once in range.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2018 20:22:50 GMT -8
Fionnuala Priest of House Bralor, one of the Mando'ade platoon commanders, finds Ruus'alor Zdzislaw Tenau, who will be leading one of the sqauds under her command, and claps him on the shoulder as she says in Mando'a, Ib'tuur jatne tuur ash'ad kyr'amur. Tion'tsikala? * Zdzislaw replies, both in answer to Fionnuala's question as to whether he and his squad are ready as well as to agree with her sentiments where it being a good day for someone other than them to die are concerned. Have you learned anymore about what our mission will entail? he asks in Mando'a.Toiréasa and the other members of the squad stop talking amongst themselves or re-checking their gear when Zdzislaw asks the question that has been on all of their minds ever since Faelan had asked them to join the battalion that was assembled to fight with the First Order, all of them eager to learn more about what it is they will be doing. * Always |
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Post by Garrick Needa on Oct 17, 2018 18:59:54 GMT -8
Garrick watched over the battle from towards the front lines of the battle. He had insisted on allowing his flagship, Crusader, to be near the front of the armada. This was because, although this was atypical of his usual strategy, it was the most logical solution to fit in with the Emperor’s general ideas. Holding back would most likely leave the main fleet’s flank open to direct assault, which would not do at all. And so he found himself committing to this ridiculous strategy. At the command to advance, his fleet leaped forward like an arrowhead, the three larger ships at the very front decimating all opponents in front of them, leaving the supporting Pellaeons to clean up the ships left behind. It was almost something like an Ackbar Slash, but with precautions in place to prevent their flank or rear being left open to attack. The orange, yellow, and red flashes of ships exploding, combined with the net of emerald and ruby lasers crisscrossing the space above the sapphire colored oceans of Mon Calamari were truly a sight to behold.
Garrick stepped back from the viewport and walked over to the strategy table. This table showed the relative location of all of the First Order vessels against the opponent’s vessels. Currently, the plan seemed to be working to perfection. The Galactic Alliance had apparently legitimately not been prepared nor had set a trap, at least not one that had been sprung yet. He shook his head. That was sloppy. He was certain that the mortal enemy of the Empire, and eventually a major part in its undoing, Admiral Gial Ackbar, would never have approved of such an unprepared state, and would most likely have seen an attack like this coming and planned for it. Though they had been on opposite sides during the Galactic Civil War, Needa had a begrudging respect for the Mon-Calamari Admiral and all that he had been able to achieve. And he most certainly would be sad to see the current state of his planet.
“All ships advance, maintain formation.”
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Oct 17, 2018 23:08:57 GMT -8
Garrick watched over the battle from towards the front lines of the battle. He had insisted on allowing his flagship, Crusader, to be near the front of the armada. This was because, although this was atypical of his usual strategy, it was the most logical solution to fit in with the Emperor’s general ideas. Holding back would most likely leave the main fleet’s flank open to direct assault, which would not do at all. And so he found himself committing to this ridiculous strategy. At the command to advance, his fleet leaped forward like an arrowhead, the three larger ships at the very front decimating all opponents in front of them, leaving the supporting Pellaeons to clean up the ships left behind. It was almost something like an Ackbar Slash, but with precautions in place to prevent their flank or rear being left open to attack. The orange, yellow, and red flashes of ships exploding, combined with the net of emerald and ruby lasers crisscrossing the space above the sapphire colored oceans of Mon Calamari were truly a sight to behold.
Garrick stepped back from the viewport and walked over to the strategy table. This table showed the relative location of all of the First Order vessels against the opponent’s vessels. Currently, the plan seemed to be working to perfection. The Galactic Alliance had apparently legitimately not been prepared nor had set a trap, at least not one that had been sprung yet. He shook his head. That was sloppy. He was certain that the mortal enemy of the Empire, and eventually a major part in its undoing, Admiral Gial Ackbar, would never have approved of such an unprepared state, and would most likely have seen an attack like this coming and planned for it. Though they had been on opposite sides during the Galactic Civil War, Needa had a begrudging respect for the Mon-Calamari Admiral and all that he had been able to achieve. And he most certainly would be sad to see the current state of his planet.“All ships advance, maintain formation.”
::You heard the Grand Admiral, slow advance and another reminder on the Imperial IIs to keep the TIEs within the safety of the hangar. When the Alliance sends their bombers straight at our backlines, I don't want to see a single pilot still inside.::, she added to Needa's command, knowing that keeping the formation would require them to be extra careful, ::Raider-class corvettes, move into positions. Battle will commence soon enough.::
Although still remaining behind the star destroyers, a look outside showed Jenia that the commands were recieved, when a major portion of the assisting Raider-class corvettes flanked each of the Star Destroyers from a safe distance behind it, allowing it to intercept swiftly, when the Galactic Alliance would begin to send their first bombers forward. This would not only make the life of the prepared TIE pilots less stressful, but also keep foolish enemy pilots in an uncertain state of how many star fighter squadrons they will have to face.
Thus the Imperial II- Star Destroyers along with the Interdictor-Star destroyer, shielded by at least two of them, moved slowly forward within the Emperor's desired arrowhead formation, forming so far the end of the left arrowhead end, each of the Star Destroyer lines being most prepared for inevetable combat. Within the backwaters of the Pellaeon Star Destroyers, Jenia's job was simple: Keeping the main troop transporters of the operation alive for the entirety of their mission.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2018 11:04:32 GMT -8
As the fleet neared its destination of Mon Calamari, Kortos made his way back to the Hangar Bay. He slipped into the cockpit of his TIE Silencer and began the pre-flight checks. Occasionally sparing glances out of the view port every now and again to where Nicolina and her troopers were gearing up. While he was going to be operating alongside Nicolina's soldiers, Kortos did not much fancy trusting his safety to the bulk of a LAAT/i. The gunships would not fare well against enemy fire, which was the other part of the reason he was going as an escort. With his checklist done, he opened a line to Nicolina
Knightfall is ready to launch...
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Post by Harnan Ren on Oct 20, 2018 11:12:30 GMT -8
Harnan could already feel his sister's presence at work within the Force, starting to sow the seeds of doubt and fear. He drew his shield and spear then, as he stepped onto a waiting empty AAL. Turning to face the entrance ramp, he waited. Either for the ship to take off or for Captain Captain Blaze to show up. If Cannady was ready for this operation, he would show up, otherwise Harnan would leave without the man. It did not matter to the Knight of Ren, either he'd have some back up, or none
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Post by Captain Blaze on Oct 20, 2018 13:21:49 GMT -8
Vermeil sat in a small recessed room by the hangar, checking his equipment. Blaster, check. Sidearm, check. Vibro-Abir Blades, check. His weapon glinted even in the dim lighting of the small room, as it should, as it had been sitting in vacuum-sealed storage for the duration of the trip here to Mon Calamari. He checked the chamber of the weapon for gas, then loaded a cartridge into the weapon. There was a battle about to commence; no need to beat around the bush. Standing up, he opened the small divider and entered the hangar, his plasteel boots clicking across the floor. Approaching the shuttle that stood by in the hangar. In the shuttle, he could make out the mountainous figure of Harnan, flanked by two troopers at the entrance ramp of the shuttle. His crimson armor drawing some looks from the nearby officers, he ignored the attention and made his way to the entrance of the shuttle and saluted.
"Sir."
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