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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:20:37 GMT -8
Yavvitiri Spaceport was a spaceport on Yaga Minor, several kilometers from the Preparation Center. It had an isolated facility for diplomats and government officials.
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Post by Atia on Jul 19, 2014 4:48:44 GMT -8
-Pilot-
"BRACE FOR IMPACT!"
The LAAT shook. It deformed as it crashed into the station. For a moment there was nothing but sparks, flames on a dashboard, and the immense sound of metal bracing against metal. The last thing before the ship came to a halt was three long pipes impaling the ship, coming out through the cockpit and nearly hitting road and 24.
Most of the crew was dead. Pilots for sure, the pipes were red with blood.
Two of the gammoreans were still alive. As Road and 24 got to, they were executing the wounded. 24 was not happy she got through it safely with just a couple bruises and a bloody nose.
-24-
"Master... I am sorry, but I must... inform you that... I hate you..."
She said, as she was stumbling over to Road, to see if he was hurt.
-24-
"Let me check if you are hurt."
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Post by Road on Aug 5, 2014 22:07:12 GMT -8
As the pilot screamed, Road gave a smile and spoke. "Let's see if today is the day our luck runs out."
As the LAAT crashed Road banged his head on one of the ship's walls and quickly lost consciousness. When he awoke, he was startled to find a blood-soaked pipe had pierced the vessel and stopped mere inches from his face. "I guess it isn't", he thought in response to what he said earlier. He quickly turned his attention to the rest of his surroundings, the ship was horribly mangled and the majority of the crew was dead or gravely wounded. Road looked over to his left to see 24 getting up.
"I'm fine, my head is bleeding but it's only a scratch, other than that I have a few minor bruises. Anyway, what's this all of a sudden? Why exactly do you hate me?
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Post by Atia on Aug 11, 2014 7:40:29 GMT -8
-24-
Stay still. We might have half a minute to fix your head before we have to move. They might bring a detachment to get us."
The slave said as she looked over her master for wounds, and then grabbed a first aid kit from the wall and quickly and efficiently bandaged up his head.
-24-
"I hate you for your hybris, sir. We should have looked closer in on the enemy before deciding on a boarding party, with our commander onboard most of all. We know nothing of the lay of the land, enemy numbers, training, equipment and possible tactics. We are to the mercy of our enemies, and a warship without its commander. My report to Mr Bateman will include this."
She didnt really sate this with hate in her voice, just informed him of the faxts while rolling gause around his head and also hurting him a lot with anti-bactericid and cleaning alcohol.
-24-
"You are in command, what is our next move?"
She said finally, as he was given a pill which owned the packadging saying "FOR PAIN".
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Post by Gideon Raith on Jun 8, 2015 16:54:41 GMT -8
It had been nearly a day since a flurry of arrivals had rocked the silence of Yagai space, and in that chaotic wake, came the orders of mobilization. The few good men that the Lord Marshal had been looking for had finally come, and with their integration into the lost remnant of the Phoenix Imperium, the great work of reclamation could finally begin. So, when the orders had come down the pipe from command, a new armada was to be commissioned for the use by the reforming Imperial Navy.
These great vessels of war would sail upon the unseen tides of the void, stalking the stars in search for their prey, bringing the illumination of the Imperial Truth back to the worlds it had once held within its embrace. However, in order for such a grand dream to become realized in the realm of reality, they would have to begin by appropriating the necessary men and material to start this titanic effort. Not such an easy task, when there were sparse resources as it was. Thus, the shipyards would start this monumental effort by pulling in favours from local mining and refining companies, using whatever capital they could muster - be it in the form of raw supplies for the refineries, or already processed and soon to be re-purposed scrap.
The projected date of completion was still unclear, but with only the promises of contracted companies to work with, they were able to guess when this massive overhaul of the ailing fleet would finally be finished. One year, if all available personnel were put to the task, and more funds were taken into account. Only then would they be able to finish within the suggested timetable. So, as they waited to hear back from those that they had reached out to, the Yagai, Human, and robotic population of the shipyards began readying themselves for the arduous task placed before them.
This was the beginning of something new, and as the old saying goes - once you have begun, half the work is already done.
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Post by Gideon Raith on Jun 9, 2015 15:48:02 GMT -8
Not since the days of a bygone era, had Yaga Minor seen so many vessels slowly begin to take shape. It had been a week since the work orders had started rolling out, filling each of the orbital arrays with a patchwork mess of welded durasteel and exposed cabling. Though many had difficulty seeing what these lifeless hulks were to become, those that were plotting out the routes of reclamation, had seen something glorious come from the work that had already taken place.
Yes, they would prove to be little more than minor annoyances to those lacking in imagination, but as with all things - time would factor into this armada’s creation. While prefabricated cities of wrought steel could appear upon the horizon overnight, a fully operational combat vessel that was considered to be void worthy, would take a great many nights to ensure that the required levels of efficacy were met. Thus, as many vessels and their crews remained dormant, waiting for the promised goods to arrive, the others - whom were assigned to the multitude of smaller craft, had went ahead with their thunderous production.
The skeletal frames of various starfighters under several Imperial aligned designations had begun to take shape at the local foundries that were entrenched within the temperate soil of the planet. While the ships in orbit would take significantly longer to create, what resources they had on hand could see that two wings of Imperial fighters could be created. With the pilots taking their places within flight simulators and logging long hours of practice, they would find themselves ready and more than able to pilot these newly minted voidcraft.
It was along with the fighter pilots, that the crewmen of each capital ship to be produced had begun their training as well. Though they would have to wait much longer than their smaller counterparts, it would still prove useful to familiarize themselves with the projected crew assignments and their stations.
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Post by Gideon Raith on Jul 5, 2015 16:53:27 GMT -8
Everything was proceeding according to plan.
The fires of the surface based foundries had since fallen silent in the wake of their works completion. No more did the flames of construction need to be stoked, as what metal they wrought, had been riveted and welded together to forge the most splendid vision of Imperial might. The process had been carried on for almost a year, and as a result of their hard work and choices made in the past, three fighter wings worth of various TIE fighters had been produced upon the surface of Yaga Minor. Enough to subjugate the traitors upon their former homeworld, and perhaps enough to liberate the sector. Loaded into their cargo transports, each of these fighters were taken up to their newly forged berths, and there they would await the arrival of their pilots - who had spent these last few months eagerly awaiting their time in the void.
As the starfighters had taken to the sky, bound within their quivering iron racks, so too did the smallest vessels that would bolster the fighting might of the Imperial Navy. Dozens of dagger shaped corvettes and frigates slowly began to darken the skies above the foundry world, filling the hearts of those that dwelled beneath with an ever growing patriotic pride. There were a few that looked upon the gathering fleet with mixed feelings, confusion and fear becoming ever more prevalent. They knew that the Phoenix Imperium was set upon reclaiming it’s homeworld, and shifting the balance of power back into their hands, yet what was to happen to those that helped this regime in exile should the taskforce fail? Would they be put to death, should this rancorous fragment of Imperial glory somehow prove victorious? The answers were unclear, and it unsettled a great many people.
The Ordinators had taken to the streets after this derision had become apparent, and did what they could to dissuade the populace from falling into the depths of despair and paranoia. Many had taken their words to heart, and their flames of passion were once more reignited. Others, whom proved to be more troublesome than any had expected, were approached with considerable care. For if they had pushed too far, when they were so close to the edge, the sparks of rebellion may ignite and Yaga Minor would be swept up in a conflict it wished to avoid. This was merely the first stage of their grand reclamation, and as such every precaution had to be taken to ensure the populace of the Empire was content with the direction their government had chosen.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 4, 2016 17:45:03 GMT -8
The Spaceport of Yaga Minor was alive with all sorts of First Order persons; civilians, officers, soldiers, officials, and so forth. Not since the days of the Phoenix Imperium had the planet enjoyed such prosperity and received such diligent attention from their overlords. Due to its proximity to the core worlds of the First Order, Yaga Minor was a major hub for traffic, supply lines running from the core regions to the frontiers of Bilbringi and Chiss Space. A strong military presence was established on this shipyard due to its importance in supplying warships and maintenance of vessels that composed the First Order's navy. Daily transmission, pre-recorded by the Supreme Commander, rang throughout the spaceport, motivating the people and giving them hope of a strong future.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 6:21:36 GMT -8
Using a few of his old smuggler tricks, Kebiin fast talks the local customs officials and makes for one of the more dilapidated landing areas. Quickly settling the ship down and making it secure, Kebiin departs on his personal swoop towards the last known area his old friend had lived. Unfortunately, he did not have time for a long visit,
but he owed any remaining family a visit at least.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2017 17:01:58 GMT -8
Kebiin regretted that he could not stay longer with the family of his old friend, but truthfully there was little he could do here and he had business with his own family. The retired smuggler was happy to learn that Sebin had gone peacefully and seemed to have made a good life for himself following the end of their partnership. Though spaceport work had treated the grumpy little sullustan well, Kebiin left behind a good few credits behind for the family in addition to his well wishes. Returning to his ship he secures the swoop and quickly heads to the cockpit to begin warm up procedures, a short time later he engages the engines and quickly climbs through the atmosphere of Yaga Minor.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 14, 2018 16:03:53 GMT -8
Yaga Minor, one of the first worlds that joined the First Order. In fact, a little-known detail was that the Exodus fleet from the Core regions, carrying the remains of a defunct Galactic Empire, landed here and set up an operational location for Nicademus before moving onto Muunilinst and capturing the location. Yaga Minor became the prized shipyard of the First Order early on before the capture of Bilbringi and Kuat and the reunion with Foerost. Yet, its proximity to Muunilinst ensures that its favored was kept high, perhaps on par with that of Kuat, a former Imperial capital. It was not only the first place where Nicademus landed within the Imperial Sector but also it was where the first Resurgent-class Battlecruiser was crafted and forged within its shipyards high above. Such honors ensure that Imperial pride was strong upon the planet.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Oct 8, 2020 3:40:50 GMT -8
As the First Order's navy tries to improve itself, the Shipyards are declared as an official headquarters and training facility of the Imperial Navy Commandos within the Muunilist oversector in order to have specialized Stormtroopers within space. Sharing guard duty with the recently transfered 190th Legion, Imperial Navy Commandos can now be seen among the regular security officers more frequently.
Furthermore the production lines for TIE Harbingers and TIE Signals are permitted next to the regular First Order TIE models in order to ensure that replacements and reinforcements are granted toward the Imperial Navy within the oversector. With the Muunilist oversector being one of the larger domains within the First Order, the need for better scout perimeters and maintaining controll over several systems with designated atmospheric fighters is greater than ever before. Imperial officers and starship captains recieve over the course of the next week further instructions in order to ensure the effiency of these new doctrines.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Dec 7, 2020 23:16:41 GMT -8
Yaga Minor was becoming a... centerfold for a new effort within the Imperial Military. The First Order controlled a number of independent dockyards such as Foerost and Bilbringi. A number of executives, of these stations, and military officials gathered to discuss the possibility of creating an umbrella corporation, run by the military and the emperor, that would oversee the needs and production of these shipyards. Several names surfaced as the Executive of Foerost Shipyards proposed the Koros Starship Industries. Those from Yaga Minor and Bilbringi, who shared a close proximity, proposed the name Namadii-Entralla Fleet Systems. These were intriguing names to pin and discuss. Furthermore, the general gathering also discussed an umbrella name such as Imperial Fleetworks Ltd, Imperial NovaCorps, and Imperial Fleet Systems. It would be many months before a decision, if any, could be made.
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Post by Standash Thul on Feb 1, 2021 12:48:49 GMT -8
Senior Designer Allson Nadeer had never been so excited. She was going to learn so much. She had worked at Kuat her entire adult life, she had seen how they do things every day, it was boring. She had been selected to learn a bit about building Harbingers and Signals. The diversification efforts had help strengthen the First Order, she wanted to help Kuat make great ships and didn't care if she was the original designer or not. The Fighters were amazing ships. She had wanted to fly them as a child, but her sever nearsightedness kept that a pipe dream. It did help her in reading plans right in front of her nose. Thick goggles sat on her head for when she had to see far away. Her short legs meant she always was running. It helped her burn off the excess energy she always had.
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Post by Standash Thul on Mar 1, 2021 12:29:00 GMT -8
Allson Nadeer still felt like she was dreaming. She had mentioned to the designers her that she had never flown a fighter or even ridden in one. Her exuberance and attitude made people around her like her. They offered to take her up in a training Harbinger. She had been unable to sleep her normal 4 hours the night before, she was just too excited. The black suit had to be adjusted to fit her smaller frame and she had to find a civilian helmet that could fit over her goggles. She looked rather silly, but she thought she was the coolest person around. She was dressed as a pilot. As a little girl this was all she had ever dreamed of, and she was getting to do it.
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Post by Standash Thul on Apr 9, 2021 13:45:31 GMT -8
The pilot started off easy, raising and lowering the fighter and turning it around a bit, letting the young engineer adjust to the inertial dampeners. He then slowly added forward thrust and the fighter moved forward. As it did, she was sure they were going at top speed only for it to go fester every second. For her, everything was theory, now it was becoming real. The pilot eased the dampeners back so she could feel a bit more of that the craft was doing. Her stomach bounced around and she thought she may be sick. She held it together for now though.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Apr 22, 2021 7:24:07 GMT -8
The Yavvitiri Dockyards are bustling with activity, as new projects tend to take shape within them. With shipments from Ilum being stored at the facility that hovers over Yaga Minor, new ships of the Onager-Class Star Destroyer line are developed in guarded dock sections with one larger hangar being reserved for a larger project, which was commissioned by the Emperor himself.
The forested world below thrives, as the major spaceport continiues it's usual buiseness as a vital vein, that kept the eastern sectors of the First Order in motion.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Dec 5, 2021 4:07:23 GMT -8
While the imperial military maintains it's duty on the Yavvitiri Spaceport, the construction of larger ships could be seen from some of the window sites of the port. While some of these dreadnaughts were commissioned a long time ago, the time to build them was taking it's time, given the size of the project and the wharfts having to restructure some of their assembly lines just for these projects alone. While the rough skeleton of a larger imperial triangle shape could be seen on one of these ships already, it was still hard to tell whether it would serve as the mainframe for another Bellator-class Dreadnaught or a potential ship of the Praetor-line.
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Post by Jenia Kasalle on Jul 23, 2022 8:20:33 GMT -8
Routines at the Yaga Minor Shipyards were so far nothing out of the ordinary when the Onager-Class Star Destroyer Chameleon remained docked at the station.
Captain Derion Varis was thus slightly surprised, when one of his lieutenants requested him onto the bridge. A transmission from Admiral Naya Thax, known to many as the right hand woman of Grand Admiral Jenia Kasalle within the navy, had tasked the Chameleon with a mission.
"Admiral Thax to Chameleon, you are required by the decision of the High Command to Empress Teta in order to meet up with the escort fleet. There you will recieve new orders for Operation Silent Mynock.
Remember that the Emperor protects us all and that our enemies shall either kneel or perish in front of him.
Ad Gloriam! Ad Victoriam!
Thax out."
Somewhat surprised Varis stood there, eventually looking towards his subordinate, somewhat worried.
Despite being one of the more freshly promoted captains in terms of service after recommendations about his efforts over Fondor brought him into the position he was now, he was still nervous about commanding one of the more valuable Siegebreakers, as the Onager-class was nicknamed by the Imperials. Being aware of Kasalle's recent victory over Fondor, he knew that he was potentially playing a crucial part within her plans, given that the Imperial High Command authorized the mission.
"I do wonder against what we are standing this time, Sir", the Lieutenant stated firmly, his eyes showing a similiar surprise, "Last time we got ordered to the Deep Core, we had taken a route straight to Fondor. But the Coalition has fallen, so... what could she possibly want from us at this point again."
"Maybe another warlord of an imperial remnant faction?", the captain suggested calm to hide his concerns from his underlings, while he had the same question in mind, "We might have dealt with most of them, but it's not unlikely that they're still out there."
"But why would they need a Siegebreaker then? Forgive me my questions, sir, but aren't we supposed to be the backlines of a larger battle to either focus down a space station or to gun down a bigger ship? Even if the firepower on this vessel is certainly smaller than what we have seen over Fondor, I'd still argue that there has to be more behind it."
The captain nodded, yet remained stern.
"Good officers follow orders, Lieutenant, especially when the peak of the Empire commands us to", the simple statement was, "Inform the rest of the crew of our destination. I want to see this ship setting course in half an hour towards Empress Teta."
"Aye Sir."
Soon the Chameleon would leave the dockyards, escorted by two Victory-class Star Destroyers, that would ensure the Siegebreaker's safety.
Though there were only speculations aboard the crew of what Operation Silent Mynock would include among the higher ups aboard the ship, there was hardly any doubt that this was a test to the crew's skills.
Only few ways lead into the Deep Core and as one of the First Order's inner worlds on the main route, leading further down the dark rabbit hole, it certainly made the situation even more omnious than it already was.
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