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Post by Whill Shaman Erevis on Apr 9, 2013 11:46:46 GMT -8
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Post by Darth Ocious on Apr 22, 2013 14:12:17 GMT -8
*The eye exits hyperspace on the distant fringe of the Kashyyyk system gravity well, and sets about on course for the planet. As for myself, I do naught but sit among the crystal growths within this meditation sphere and do as intended-- meditate. It was not by my choice that I am here, for the eye makes its own executive decisions. And, even if I do not support the outcome of these choices, am rarely able to suggest an alternative. This method has never proven faulty, so by now I have learned to accept it.
We fly towards the planet. The sphere itself has the wings and webbing that will instantly be recognized by anyone well-versed in the archaic ways of the Sith. Whether anyone will see it is a different question entirely. After all, the ship is a mere ten meters in diameter, and possesses no conventional power systems. It is an entity of the Force, made through the Force, thinking and navigating with the Force, and powered by nothing more than the Force.
Scanners will fail to see it, but any Force sensitive worth his salt in sense powers will know of its arrival. By sunrise, barring interruption, it will arrive at the planet from the dark side.*
« Feral Ragnos, the Sith'ari. »
*I open my eyes in surprise. It is rare for the Dark Side of the Force to make itself audibly heard in my mind. Or was it the eye? It is never quite obvious where the distinction between the mind of the ship and the mind of the Dark Side should be drawn. One could go far into madness pondering that question alone.
Nonetheless, it was obvious to me when I heard it in my mind. It was not the first time-- the first time this happened, I spent two hours walking in circles around the crystal growths on the interior of the eye, seeking the stowaway who I deduced was responsible for the sound. No, I recognize it, this time. This name, this "Sith'ari Feral Ragnos", must be of some utility for the task that is going to be at hand as I reach Kashyyyk. And now I have an object to contemplate, so let me focus on that.
The title Sith'ari, I know from my apprenticeship to my former master, was the title seized by the most powerful Sith (much like that of Dark Lord of the Sith). It was both a statement and a challenge, for both are perfectly united into one. I have not heard this name before, and in fact the title Sith'ari, to my knowledge, has not been claimed for many cycles now. Therefore, I conclude that the Sith'ari has probably perished by now. That is unsurprising, as anyone who makes such a statement also paints a target on his chest. But how long ago did it happen..?
The fact that the Dark Side has given me this name now, of all times, indicates that it must have been on Kashyyyk that his legacy was forged, or perhaps that it was his birth planet. It is more likely that it is the former-- why should I be given a name unless it is useful now?
And how, indeed, will it be useful to me? Useful, in my quest seeking the alchemists of the Universe? I wonder, I wonder. And then, I repeat the name softly on my lips.*
[/u][/span][/ul] "Feral Ragnos, the Sith'ari..."[/ul][/ul][/ul][/font]
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Post by Jaccien Ordo on May 13, 2013 15:15:28 GMT -8
Jaccien had loaded up all of his goods he had collected over the years and loaded them up onto the merchant vessel with the help of his wookiee friends of course. He was hoping that he could find a place to sell these things in an attempt to buy decent weapons for his new Wookiee friends. =Captain= "Next stop. Tanaab. Just sit back and take a nap... It might be a bit." Jaccien laid back his head and fell asleep as the vessel prepared for hyperspace... And then eventually blasts off. He dreamed of one day freeing the wookiees from the tyranny of the Sayormi, but for now it might be awhile.
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Post by Archetheus on Jun 15, 2013 20:09:38 GMT -8
A Ship entered the Kashyyyk system, once he reached the planet he continued towards the forest below.
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Post by Celia Oshala on Jun 19, 2013 18:17:09 GMT -8
The old ship shakes when it comes out of hyperspace, which jars me out of my meditation. I open my eyes and see Kashyyyk through the viewscreen in my room. I do not know why the Force has called me here, but I feel its pull. I am still unsettled from my experience on Zonama Sekot, where an investigation into a hostage situation led me and a handful of Jedi and Senate soldiers into an encounter with deadly voxyn and the vile Yuuzhan Vong. We barely escaped with our lives.
The engines hum loudly as the droid pilot takes us in for a landing, and I close my eyes again and slip back into meditation.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2013 16:02:16 GMT -8
The haze of stars that made up the blanket of what seemed a regular patchwork quilt ceased and the vessel dropped from hyperspace with more of a lurch then it would normally leaving the Umbaran to believe that the Captain was making a last ditch effort to take back the vessel that was rightfully his, but at this moment in time the crazed barely clothed Umbaran who had a blaster leveled at his head said otherwise.
The Umbaran lurched, but not as much as one might expect and in truth had guessed the Captain may deactivate the initial inertia compensators, as the Umbaran made a semi stagger the Captain made a bull charging rush at the unsteady would be hijacker, but alas it was not to be since the Umbaran had already decided that albeit he could not land the vessel neither could a dead starship Captain, however one with a blaster bolt through the knee.....
The bolt zinged across the minimal space, a cry of pain and the Umbaran merely looked down at his handiwork as the Captain writhed, a small grim curling of the Umbaran's top lip as he watched the smoke issue from the vaporized hole in the Captain's trousers, the man clutched his knee and howled, tears of pain and fury, and the Umbaran cocked his head back and closed his eyes and breathed in whilst raising his arms as though bathing in the intoxicating glory of the tumultuous event.
Following a few minutes of exhalation and for the Captain to desist from whimpering the Umbaran then gestured with the gun indicating for the man to return to his post.
"You realise of course that the more you make yourself a nuisance the less cordial I shall be, it all depends upon how many limbs you want operational, death wasn't really my objective but I pray you won't offer me the pleasure of killing you."
The Captain eyed the Umbaran with utter contempt and hate as he hobbled back to his chair, the Umbaran moved in close and pushed the barrel firmly against the other man's temple as though to clarify his point.
The Captain, now apparently in a more obligatory manner followed procedure and after briefly contacting flight control he presumed to guide the transport through the atmosphere of Kashyyyk with much less upheaval, perhaps there was merit for this man yet.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Jul 24, 2013 9:38:26 GMT -8
Through the realms of hyperspace, Gavin's black YT-1930 flew, seeking a new destination though he had no idea where it maybe. The ship flew on autopilot through the strange colors of the area around him as he shot across the galaxy at amazing speeds. He sat there, feet propped up on the desk of his room and arms crossed across his chest. His head was tilted forward and eyes closed. If one was to see him, they would think he was sleeping. But that was far from it. His senses were completely aware of the area around him. What he was doing was pondering his thoughts, remembering memories of years passed and people normally long forgotten.
Gavin began to dwell deep into his memories. First was his time with the Jedi. He was thirteen when he was brought to Yavin IV. So many things happened. He began to learn of the Force, but in the end, he also learned of betrayal. His master had been a Sith, infiltrating the Jedi since a young age. In the end, Gavin had killed him, but at that point he had gone into exile.In time, that had led him to the Grey. There, he found his brother and the family he truly sought after. But that was merely the beginning.
So much had he seen in this galaxy and even a little further beyond. Training amongst the Jen'Jidai' on Zonama Sekot is where most of his time was. There he meet Ebon Hawk, a girl he fell in love with and most recently shared a time with, Neira, another girl he loved and spent a good bit of time and learn much from. C'Thulu, Eversio, leaders of the order he had come to call great brothers, C'thulu in which he trusted care to his daughters. Zimmy, Saya, Orian, and Andreos. Apprentices and friends, and most cherished they were.
But many were lost and gone with the Force. The Dark Jedi Order changed from the one he knew and moved to the Secret Society, The Fortress by name, but it, too, faded into the winds of time. Once again, those he knew scattered even further to the winds, and more still fading from this realm. So much he had been through with them, and now he didn't know who was left here.
He had joined his brothers of the Shadows, but even they, too, faded back into the Shadows of the galaxy, outside its reaches. He, however, wasn't fond of just fading away from existence. He wanted to live. So he left behind the Shadows and most of their abilities. So now he flew to find a new home.
So many things held in between. How many years had he lived and wandered. All those he had known before, we gone now. He had retreated to the shadows of the galaxy, despite not wanting to. But his time training Kayden made him desire to return. But where to? Should he return to his roots and rejoin the Jedi? Perhaps try to locate any form of the Dark Jedi? Maybe even try looking into the Sith. The Sith was the only order he hadn’t learned from. He had been searching for two years, wandering from planet to planet in hopes of finding a new place to return home.
Years of pain and loss. His parents being killed on Tatooine on a family trip, his adoptive family being slaughtered by Tusken Raiders. He saw his wife die in his arms after years of torture. Niera and Hawk also fell to time. His daughter killed fighting by his side. His apprentice, Tyra, dying in a battle that should have been his alone. These things had drove him into exile, wandering around alone. But it was time to come back, find a new home once again.
But what now? Join the Jedi or the Grey once again? Perhaps locate and see where the Dark Jedi had sent up shop? Maybe even, for the first time, train with the Sith? So many options, but the key was finding out where. He kept his ear to the ground, trying to locate who he could.
Gavin was brought completely back to reality when the ship stuttered and alerts began blaring throughout the ship. Gavin opened his eyes and took only a moment to look at the mass collection of sabers that resided on the wall, each holding a memory of something important. He quickly ran out of the room to the cockpit and looked in front of him. He had come out of hyperspace and a planet lay in front of him, but he had no time to figure out which one, as he was coming in hot and his systems were on the fritz. Engines smoked as he flew down towards the planet, unable to stop and hold position. He put on his headset and opened up the comms, hoping that someone would be able to hear.
"Mayday, mayday. This is the Shadow Phoenix. My systems are on the fritz and I can't hold control of my ship. I'm coming hot for emergency landing. I repeat, I'm coming in for emergency landing."
The speaker crackled and static was heard. There was no telling if the message even got out or if his comms were screwed up as well. He threw his headset across the control panel as he held the controls to hold her as steady as he could.
"This isn't going to be pretty. Computer, are you still online?"
It took a moment, but the female voice of the computer spoke.
"I'm still functional. Rate of decent is at dangerous speeds and increasing."
"I got it. Pull together all power and prepare for emergency landing."
Gavin held tight to the controls as the ship punched through the planet's atmosphere and dove planet ward.
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Post by Death Angel on Sept 17, 2013 5:57:09 GMT -8
The 'Skydance', a Firespray blastboat bearing the Iridonian insignia, screamed out of hyperspace with a rather abrupt jolt. Angel was thrown forward and slammed into the transparisteel cockpit, sending a sharp pain down his cracked ribs.
Dammit Geenine, my ribcage is f**ked up. Do you mind?
Angel patched in to the open comms channel.
To whoever's the ground control here. This is the 'Skydance', awaiting landing confirmation.
Zero response on the other line; just static crackle.
Angel repeated his statement.
Still no response.
Screw it. Geenine, head down. Slower.
The ship dropped down into terrain in search of the Temple Fortress.
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Post by Death Angel on Oct 16, 2013 13:27:03 GMT -8
Angel's ship 'The Skydance' lurched out of orbit with Angel lightly clutching his chest from his couple of broken ribs. The heavy bacta had worked wonders on sealing the patches and stopping the hemorrhaging; one more healing trance and the pain would subside.
Telling his droid Geenine to set coordinates, Angel walked out and opened his first-aid kit from his compartment above and removed a kolto medpac. He applied a patch to his affected area, then covered himself again. Once again, Angel slipped into dark meditation to do a reverse Shatterpoint – focus on the ribs, and supernaturally pour the Force into material that would calcify into the bone's accelerated healing. As he slipped into the trance, the ship lurched into hyperspace; its sole living occupant oblivious to his surroundings as he lapsed into a trance.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 17, 2013 13:29:20 GMT -8
Letting the Theta class shuttle drop out of hyperspace like a ripple from the darkness, the Renegade glided quietly through space into Upper Kashyyyk Orbit.
The planet looked the same as always, and he knew that it was, but it felt different. Or perhaps, was it it himself instead that was different? He could not tell yet, only with time could he know, though the feelings of this place began to well instantly within him, he knew that this would be an interesting visit, though he knew that stepping off, and intended to visit once again regardless.
Letting his hands dance effortlessly over the panel, the result of having completed the tasks a thousand times, he let the vector guide him in over the old path, a sequence which he still remembered despite the number of years it had been since he had been there. Things were mostly in the same place and as such he let the memories guide him in as much as the numbers in front of him.
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Nov 19, 2013 20:36:12 GMT -8
As the theta class ship rose from lower orbit, he held in a holding pattern for a few minutes to allow for the other shuttle to rise up and move into formation with him. He also spent the time calculating the reverse vectors from earlier, taking them back to Kuat and along the fastest possible route, as time was passing and they needed to be ready, sooner the better. As he felt the lingering second voice in his head, he knew that Electrix was following him from the netherworld, almost as if a cold second presence existed within himself. Ram looked out over the stars as the last few seconds passed until the other ship was properly in place.
As soon as he confirmed visually he gave the signal and his hand danced to input the coordinate. then with a final push forward, the throttle slid forward in it's seating and the stars warped in visionary perspective as they shot forward into hyperspace, leaving the darkness of Kashyyyk and the memories of long past far behind them, moving to new ones that were surely soon to be made.
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Post by Admiral Moralo on Apr 3, 2014 14:48:39 GMT -8
The star fighter ‘Ferocity ‘ enter the orbit around kashyyyk . The fighters engines flare and go out with the ship on a course for the planet it’s pilot working controls trying to restart the engines
R9 try igniting the engines again before we crash land
R9 tries the ignition sequence once again but with no hope the engines sputter and continue to sputter. With R9’s attempts failing the pilot prepares for the rough landing about to happen on the planet in front of him he knows that if he hit one of those large trees down there that he would not survive. The ship falls into the gravity of the planet pulling the ship faster towards the planet below
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 10, 2014 18:01:57 GMT -8
**Floating by in a silence that was deafening, an MC-24a light shuttle drifted through the open orbit of Kashyyyyk.
But suddenly, within the shuttle, a small red light began blinking repeatedly.
The inside of the shuttle was empty save for one man-sized tank standing in the ship's rear. From any eyes on the outside, the shuttle would appear abandoned, nothing more than scrap.
As if responding the small blinking red light on the dashboard of the ship, the tank began to whirr and click.
The dark eyes of a deactivated medical droid abruptly glowed again. Its mechanical voice destroyed the silence.**
::Activation confirmed. Concluding the Stasis Directive.::
**The droid's body came to life. It whirred over to the side of the tank, keying on a small pad.
A large hiss poured through the ship as plumes of frosty haze exploded from the sides of the tank. The front of the tank lifted away and rose, allowing an entire cloud of the haze to fill the ship.**
::The Stasis Directive has ended. Good morning to you, my Lord.::
**A pale, lean-muscled arm shot out of the tank, gripping its side. Soon it was accompanied by the chiseled chest and long legs of a man. Long, grey hair fell in scraggly tangles from his head and face.
Ferinus took several shaky steps out of the tank before collapsing to his knees. He coughed, wheezed and spat. His forearms where shaking, supporting his torso.
Ferinus croaked out only one word.**
".....Robe."
**The medical droid retreated to a back compartment of the shuttle, arriving back carrying a long, flowing black robe. Ferinus snatched it from the droid and threw it over his frame, tying it off at the front.**
"Water.....sustenan-Ow!"
**The medical droid retreated the syringe from the Sith's arm.**
::I was already programmed with your instructions once the directive ended, my Lord.::
**Ferinus stared up at the droid. His onyx eyes peered into its lifeless sockets. He slowly stood on his feet.**
"Well, then....point to me for foresight, I suppose."
**The Sith looked up through the cockpit of his shuttle. The forest planet of Kashyyyk loomed in front of them. He stepped forward and slowly sat down in his chair, gazing at its lush green surface.
So many memories......so many people.....so many victories and defeats.....**
"How long?"
**The droid whirred over and clicked.**
::Approximately four years.::
**The Sith snapped his face toward the droid.**
"What???"
**The droid tilted its head.**
::Approximately four-::
"Yes, yes, I heard you! It just surprised me, is all."
**The poor droid looked confused.**
::They were your orders, my Lord.::
**The Sith Lord glowered at the droid.**
"Then continue to follow my orders, you repugnant refuse pile! Bring me water and rations! Power up our shields and broadcast no signals! Not yet."
::Yes, my Lord.::
**As the droid hurried to the back again, Ferinus cradled his brow in his hand, leaning on the control panel.
Four years.
What had happened?
Who was still alive?
And what would happen now that he was awake once more?**
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Post by Lord Ferinus Corsai on Aug 10, 2014 18:57:40 GMT -8
**After eating and drinking, Ferinus leaned forward in his chair, his fingers gently rubbing his temples.
The medical droid perked up.**
::Now that the directive has ended, my Lord, what is the next course of action?::
**Ferinus grumbled.**
"First thing is first. We need to vacate this space. There's nothing left for me here."
**He turned to gaze at the forest planet once again.**
"In fact....I don't believe there's been anything for me here for many a year...."
::What is the next course of action after leaving Kashyyyk space?::
**Ferinus wrung his hands.**
"I need to find someone. I need to get re-connected in the way the universe turns. I need a kriffing lab."
**The Sith Lord stood up and began to pace.**
"I need....Phantom. Tyrana. Si'at. Vitiosus. Ver'metus. Stormacht."
**He shrugged.**
"Perhaps Sinistra still lives in the universe yet.....hell, I'll even take Sarian!"
**He touched a finger to his mouth, in deep thought.**
"I wonder if Feral ever crawled out anywhere."
**The Sith Lord shook his head.**
"Those are dangerous thoughts. I have no idea where any of them are....or exactly how happy they'd be once I was in their presence again....."
**The medical droid whirred expectantly.**
"Either way, I need a drink. I need real food. We need fresh supplies. Plot us a course to the nearest well-populated system."
::But I thought you would wish to rest and lie low.::
"Plenty of time for that once I'm dead......again."
**A crooked smile played on the Sith Lord's face and he sat down in his chair and plotted the course.**
"Besides, at times, the quickest course to finding your way is cracking a few skulls, angering a few locals, poking in just the right places...."
**The shuttle came back to life and zoomed into hyperspace.**
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Post by Faust Skirata on Oct 28, 2014 10:32:59 GMT -8
[/i][/ul][/ul] The Wraith dropped out of hyperspace on the far edge of Kashyyyk's orbit, right in the path of a cargo hauler making its way out of the planet's gravity well. Warning klaxons sounded, shrieking of an impending collision. Instead of maneuvering out of the way the Wraith activated the tractor beams studded along its broadside, ensnaring the cargo hauler. The smaller vessel struggled, but its engines were useless against the warship. A volley from the Wraith's ion cannons crushed even that meager resistance.
On the bridge, Faust watched without interest as the vessel was drawn closer. It would take only a few minutes for the authorities to respond to the attack, yet the Reaver Lord was unconcerned. While the Wraith would be somewhat vulnerable while they were linked to the cargo hauler, she did not fight alone. "Scramble the fighters to screen incoming hostiles. I want this done."
He never looked to see who carried out his order, but within minutes a dozen B-wing starfighters boiled forth from the cruiser's hangers to flit around the linked vessels, forming a perimeter. The half dozen dented blastboats that flew out to save the cargo hauler stopped a few kilometers short, obviously thinking better of it. The priest smiled mockingly. Cowards.
One of his officers looked up from his monitor. "Sir, the boarding party is on standby."
"Proceed." Came Faust's rasping reply. The officer muttered something into his station's comlink, and a flash of light sparked from the cargo hauler's hull as his reavers began to cut their way inside. It was irksome, watching his men do battle while he stood surrounded by officers. Yet this was his place now. Like it or no, the Destroyer God had called him to lead. Kad's prophet would not disobey.
The reavers were clad in full 'gam and sporting heavy blaster rifles- set to stun, for this mission. Still it took them nearly a half hour to subdue the occupants of the cargo hauler. They even suffered a casualty when one the enraged Wookiee sailors flung the first of the attackers back through the airlock. Faust refused to retrieve him, and he drifted out of the fighters' protective sphere and toward the planet. By the time the raid was complete the priest was grinding his teeth, but thirty Wookiee captives had been transferred to the ship's brig.
The Wraith retreated, and when the blastboats gave pursuit it fired a withering volley from its turbolasers, turning the empty cargo hauler to slag and chasing the authorities back toward the planet. Faust seethed as the fighters were recalled and the jump to lightspeed was made once more. [/i][/ul][/ul]
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Jace Stealer
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Post by Jace Stealer on Nov 18, 2014 22:50:37 GMT -8
"...3...2...and..." was spoken by the pilot as the CR25 Troop Transport dropped out hyperspace a minute after the four Tartan-class Patrol Cruisers, fitting in nicely behind their defensive screen. Standing behind the pilots of the CR25, Major Zahn Tierce stared out of the forward viewport at the patrol cruisers, and then past them to the mottled blues, greens, and whites of Kashyyyk's surface. Somewhere down there, somebody held the answers as to what had happened up here in orbit not too long ago. Stepping over to the communications station, he gestured to the display as the crewman glanced back at him. "Open a communications link to Captain Roeth of the Last Call." With a quick nod and the swift work of his hands, the crewmen punched in the link and brought Captain Roeth on the screen before them.
Greetings Major, I trust your trip went as smooth as ours?
Zahn let a small smile cross his lips."Of course. Has the planetary authority contacted you yet?"
He shook his head slightly.Not yet. Probably just sizing us up while they try and figure out what we might be planning. I'd figure that... well, never mind! Looks like they're mustering the courage to send out a query. I'll let you take it Major.
The image faded away as Roeth disconnected, which was replaced with a blank screen as the traffic controller's voice came through the communications station. From the sounds of it it was a human male, probably a skilled linguist who was hired on to help with the sparse foreign traffic that came to Kashyyyk, seeing how Wookiees were unable to speak basic.
Unidentified vessels, you are entering Kashyyyk Authority controlled space, state your identity and intentions.
Tierce sighed silently to himself. It seems as though they were still somewhat tense from the last pirate attack, and probably hoped this wasn't another. "Kashyyyk Authority, this is Major Tierce of the CR25 Swift Soldier. I represent the Emerald Blades private military contracting. We've come to Kashyyyk as part of our investigation on certain pirate activities. We've received word that one such attack has happened here in orbit recently and I was wondering if there was any information that you could share that might help us."
Erm...alright. Remain in your current position in orbit while I consult our investigative services.It would be about two minutes before he came back.Major Tierce, you've been cleared for whatever little evidence we have on the incident.
Tierce frowned at that last part. He hoped that what little evidence they had would be enough."There is only two things that would help us currently. Any communications that passed between themselves or the merchant ship would be helpful, and any images of the offending ship.
There was a brief pause as he sifted through the data.Well...good news and bad news. Bad news is that we didn't catch any clear communication. However, the good news is that our security forces caught a few images of the pirates. One of them is clear enough to make out the hull markings. Would you like me to send you a copy?
"Yes, that would be excellent. And thank you."As the images were sent over and opened on a nearby display, Tierce's eyes widened ever so slightly. He had seen these images before. This ship's markings had a resemblance he had recognized from a news holovid about Rodia's current troubles. Tierce turned to the pilots."Plot us a course to our next destination, and put a copy of those images on a datapad." With a firm acknowledgement, the pilots alerted the escorts of their next destination. As the group moved to jump, Tierce took the datapad back to his makeshift office. He would send these images and his other intel back to headquarters for assessment, and they would be able to act upon it from there. As he began typing up a report, the group of ships jumped into hyperspace.
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Saris
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Post by Saris on Feb 10, 2015 20:56:45 GMT -8
Kashyyyk control, this is the Spiteful Resonance. I'm requesting permission to land and affect repairs. The ship in question was a flat-black Baudo-class star yacht whose registry named its owner as one Marq Ferris, a Sakiyan trader and hot-shot pilot from Nar Shaddaa who had made a name for himself on the asteroid racing circuit. The craft was obviously heavily modified, but most of what would show on scanners was upgrades to the engines, shields, and hull plating in order to render the craft faster, more maneuverable, and more durable in the case of collisions. The rest of what would show on scanners were several heavy laser turrets and a pair of ordinance launchers, famously used to eliminate the most unavoidable asteroids in some of his more exciting races. A risky proposition, when one considers the potential consequences of altering the natural rhythm of an asteroid field, but one that paid off several times for the daredevil pilot.
The story of the man who actually sat at the helm, however, was quite a different one. Oh, he did make a name for himself on the asteroid racing circuit, and his ship was indeed modified to win said races, but he was not originally from Nar Shadaa, nor was he a trader. Even the name he made for himself was not truly his own. In truth, he was called Saris, an errant jedi who had fallen out with the order in recent times following a lengthy excursion to the planet Kro Var in his youth. The experience had changed him, and the order had not been accepting of that change, so he struck out to complete the objectives of the order on his own, and it was those objectives that had brought him here today. A cry for help from the planet of Kashyyyk, long rumored to be the stronghold of a Sith Lord named Brimstone. The message he had recieved had been faint, but clear. There were those on the planet that had grown weary of the sith and wished them driven from the planet, and they could not do it on their own. So here he was, flying toward a planet he had never visited to aid a resistance that may not even exist anymore. After all, wasn't the repulsion and defeat of the sith one of the primary functions of the jedi?
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Feb 10, 2015 21:09:55 GMT -8
Spiteful Resonance, we copy. Who is at the helm of your ship and what are your affiliations? Reasons for needing repair, and what is wrong with your ship? What is your business in this sector
So many questions, but the com operator had them drilled into his head so hard he could recite them backwards in his sleep. The Sith were known to be very cautious of newcomers, after all they weren't know for their friendliness. But this job payed too well and the operator needed the money for his family. He sat back in his chair as he awaited a response.
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Saris
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Post by Saris on Feb 10, 2015 21:19:05 GMT -8
Marq kriffin' Ferris, Who do ya think? I'm not gonna let just any old spacer fly my baby around. That's downright insulting. What the hell do you mean by affiliations? I race spaceships for a living, you incompetent sod. And as far as the damages, that's kind of embarrassing and I'd rather not go into detail, but suffice it to say that I blew a kriffin' motivator on my way to zeltros and had to limp here on the backup. I'm already three days late. Now can I land already? Another aspect of the persona he'd built as Marq Ferris. Insufferable and impatient to a fault. A very big fault.
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Turlon
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Post by Turlon on Feb 10, 2015 21:34:56 GMT -8
The com operator considered this. They were on yellow alert after all, but that was a contained incident he had heard. And his shift was over in 5 minutes, if he sent him to the interrogation bay he wouldn't get home for at least another 2 hours. What was the worst that could happen? This guy just seemed like another pilot with a self inflated ego, but he hadn't gone through his training for nothing. He changed the tag setting from hostile to neutral, but not before putting up a flag, just in case something happened the ship would be marked and tracked.
Uhh okay then..that's nice?....permission to land approved. Try one of our Wookiee cookies in one of our many shops...they're grrrrraaaawwwwrrreaaaaaaaat!!!!
The operator turned off the com after a response and rubbed his eyes.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh...I really need to go back to ship tech school, I can't be advertising cookies and landing ships forever.."
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