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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Dec 24, 2020 8:48:24 GMT -8
"It's ready sir"
Ostrenis moved through the bridge, which looked as it always had, the pits full to the brim with officers, alien and human alike, and glanced the sprawling shipyards through the viewports.
"Full thrust. Move to arranged point for testing"
The Imperial Star Destroyer was locked in a dockyard, but the pincers and connections that united it to the structure like an umbilical cord were promptly removed. The wedge-shaped ship started to gain full velocity. Parts of it looked quite different from what it previously was. The ship crossed empty military lines, reserved space for such manouvers. The incoming data showed correct speed and functionality.
"Engage cloaking device"
"Roger, sir, on the mark"
A field around the ship flickered. Moments later, the whole ship was invisible to sensors and any eye, humanoid and alien alike.
"Undergoing tests"
Satellites, radars and patrolling ships focused their short and long range systems on the ship, trying to get a hold of its signature.
"Ship is cloaked"
"Good"
Ostrenis keyed something on his chair's command console.
"Let's try the turbolasers"
"Fixing target. Leaving invisibility in 10 seconds"
The long-ranged turrets, a new addition to the imposing frame of the Oathkeeper, were pointed at a large freighter, placed there by the Coalition to serve as target practice. It had a thick hull and sufficient shields to withstand a cruiser's assault, more so at that distance.
"Fire when ready"
The cloaking field flickered and soon was gone, revealing the destroyer in all its might. The turbolasers on the prow were almost loaded and, soon thereafter, delivered its payload, the projectiles crossing the emptyness of space, burning freely until impacting against the freighter, whose shields were blasted and the hull of which was craked in half like an egg, blowing as soon as the inner systems exploded.
"Well done. Download all the reports and send them to my aides for examination, captain"
"As you wish sire"
And thus, the schematics of the Black Annie had finally been of use. The Oathkeeper was now an even more fearsome ship of the line.
"Send word to the surface, the testing is done for"
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on May 28, 2020 0:21:35 GMT -8
"Oh, but we still have some fight on us, don't we"The turbolift closed behind their backs silently, while a part of the staffers entered a second one, led to the lower living quarters by the Navy officer. "Minister, I don't believe we will have much trouble in Naboo, but this is still important bussiness for the Coalition as a whole"
It slids open, revealing a pristine hallway, all in white. Coalition personel and droids were on service, leaving and entering several chambers across the long corridor. "My office is next door" "Indeed, there's still plenty of fight left in me!" Salvor declared enthusiastically. "I too predict Naboo will go well, but we mustn't be complacent," he nodded, continuing to follow the Admiral. "Indeed"The admiral takes a seat and points towards one, so Salvor does as much. "They have all the reasons possible to join us: they, more than anyone, remember vividly the price of being under the First Order's thrall. And Naboo will be a symbol of the ascendance of the Coalition, few planets have a similar Galactic prestige and reputation"
The planet had birthed who could have been a future chancelloress and leading figure in the last years of the Republic, Padme, eventually the mother of Leia Organa Solo and Luke Skywalker. The Naboo had always been present in the fight for democracy in the Galaxy. Their biggest horror had been Palpatine himself, born and raised in the tranquil planet. "Trust me, the Coalition believes this is of the utmost importance, as they gave me this large battlecruiser to escort you, minister"He gestures around. A Starhawk was one of the newest models issued by the Coalition's shipyards. And one of the largest.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on May 24, 2020 7:10:42 GMT -8
"My pleasure"
Said the admiral, hands clasped behind his back. As many other high-ranking officers he didn't wear an uniform, but a loose tunic of somber fabric and a cloak over the shoulders. The only external mark of his rank was the badge over the right part of his chest. He was very tall, more than most Humans, towering over them. "Welcome to the Han Solo"His gold and red eyes shone under the artificial light. Everything was orderly and well disposed in the well-lit hangar, not even stains of fuel or oil could be glanced in the polished surface of the hangar's floor. The files of starfighters were perfectly aligned and droids made their silent dance around them, doing maintenance jobs. "It's good, I must admit, to work with someone my age. Someone who knows who much the joints ache in the morning"He smiled very slightly and gestures towards the turbolifts in the deep end of the hangar bay. "Follow me, minister. My lieutenant here will show your staff their own quarters on board"The female Twilek, dressed in an impecable Coalition uniform, nods as both salute and reply. On the meanwhile and like the ship thought it all by herself, the large cruiser made the jump: only the weird and eerie vacuum of the hyperspace could be glanced now from the open gaping mouth of the hangar. The years had not been kind to Salvor, his joints ached constantly and seemingly with every move he made. But he pushed on. The man was nothing if not tenacious. "Thank you," he said as he was welcomed aboard. He laughed at the comment about the aches. "Yes, it is good to be with someone who understands. The young staffers I'm around mean well and are terrific individuals, but I fear they do not understand the pains that those as ancient as the two of us face." He smiled at Alla who seemed unsure how to respond.
As the two venerable men greeted one another several more people emerged from the shuttle, carrying some luggage and various datapads. Salvor had wanted to make sure this negotiation went as smoothly as possible so had ensured he brought some of the best diplomats in the Foreign Ministry along. Salvor, along with his entourage followed the well dressed and professional looking Twi'lek officer to their temporary quarters. "Oh, but we still have some fight on us, don't we"The turbolift closed behind their backs silently, while a part of the staffers entered a second one, led to the lower living quarters by the Navy officer. "Minister, I don't believe we will have much trouble in Naboo, but this is still important bussiness for the Coalition as a whole"
It slids open, revealing a pristine hallway, all in white. Coalition personel and droids were on service, leaving and entering several chambers across the long corridor. "My office is next door"
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on May 14, 2020 2:34:54 GMT -8
The ageing Senator, in his capacity as Foreign Minister had been assigned by the Prime Minister to commence negotiations with the Naboo for them to join the Coalition. Since the horrific war crimes perpetrated by the First Order the Naboo had remained neutral, but now they had expressed a willingness to consider joining the Coalition in its stand against the paramount threat posed to the galaxy by the new Empire, the Blackguard and other totalitarian states.
He was to travel to Naboo with the esteemed Admiral Renzo Ostrenis. Arriving in the hanger on board the Starhawk Class battleship Han Solo, Salvor disembarked his shuttle accompanied by his chief of staff and approached the admiral who was waiting. "Good to meet you, Admiral," he said with a kurt nod as he approached the Admiral. "My pleasure"
Said the admiral, hands clasped behind his back. As many other high-ranking officers he didn't wear an uniform, but a loose tunic of somber fabric and a cloak over the shoulders. The only external mark of his rank was the badge over the right part of his chest. He was very tall, more than most Humans, towering over them. "Welcome to the Han Solo"His gold and red eyes shone under the artificial light. Everything was orderly and well disposed in the well-lit hangar, not even stains of fuel or oil could be glanced in the polished surface of the hangar's floor. The files of starfighters were perfectly aligned and droids made their silent dance around them, doing maintenance jobs. "It's good, I must admit, to work with someone my age. Someone who knows who much the joints ache in the morning"He smiled very slightly and gestures towards the turbolifts in the deep end of the hangar bay. "Follow me, minister. My lieutenant here will show your staff their own quarters on board"The female Twilek, dressed in an impecable Coalition uniform, nods as both salute and reply. On the meanwhile and like the ship thought it all by herself, the large cruiser made the jump: only the weird and eerie vacuum of the hyperspace could be glanced now from the open gaping mouth of the hangar.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Apr 11, 2020 3:41:54 GMT -8
"We belong to sister species, senator. Both Duro and Neimodia must stand united in support of this government. Albeit my son, who used to represent our system in the Galactic Senate before and during the war is, alas, absent from the system and unwilling to join us for the time being"
Said Ostrenis, with a hint of anger.
"Many like you must remain, linger in the fringes of the Galaxy, probably more than a few on the run and hiding. If hope is to be restored we must restore our democracy and extend our control over more systems, which are doubtful, on the bringe"
He thought about Bothawui, which allegiance could tip the scales.
"Anyway, I do understand your stance, senator Findos, I understand it too well"
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Another time. The Corelian security forces were warned beforehand. The Oathkeeper group fleet appeared over the planet, coming from a known spacelane, the destroyer looked scarred, with part of its inmense belly torn appart and a damaged core, but the rest of the ships looked intact, save for a Corellian corvette that had to be towed to the system. But, more ships had arrived: a Dreadnought, an Inmobilizer cruiser and an Imperial frigate class II, among the military ones, and a significant numbers of transports, all of them military-grade vessels, with First Order crests emblazoned on their grey hulls, enormous bulwarks that were led to the Corellian spaceports like cattle. Ostrenis handed the captured ships to the delegated from High Command, for them to handle the procedures, while the prisoners of war were processed by the CorSec. Once the initial procedures were undertaken, he requested allowance into drydock for his ship, the Oathkeeper, that had received significant damage during battle, and also sent word to the surface to deliver his report.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Apr 8, 2020 2:54:17 GMT -8
"One last run, guys"
"Understood, Tail Leader"
"Gotcha"
"Commander, three balls vaporized, you may proceed"
The Twi'lek commander, Velgenbud, piloted the helm of her ship towards the wounded cruiser. Two Y-wings positioned themselves behind the more agile B-wing, ably and daftly evading the enemy incoming supressing laser fire.
"Set your targets and fire"
The B-wing, first to arrive, made its run fast, delivering its deadly payload. The Y-wings followed suit. A large part of the ship erupted as the hull was breached and the cruiser torn, a chain reaction further spread destruction on board, blowing up rather spectacularly, debris filling the vacuum of space. The bombers then headed back to the destroyer's shadow. Suddenly the enemy fleet's will to fight faltered and vanished.
"Sir, we have incoming pleas of surrender by the enemy crews"
The Oathbreaker's tractor beams already dragged on board the escape pods, the tripulations being rounded up and seized by Coalition personel.
"Accept them. Launch the boarding shuttles and seize the ships and their crews"
"Sir, the enemy flagship is trying to jump to hyperspace"
"Let it go, our priority are the captured transports and cruisers"
On the meanwhile, powerful ion bolts had effectively disabled the last transport, which laid in an akward position in the emptyness of space, like a fallen prey. One transport had blown itself: an overzealous commander had prefered death to surrender, but almost none followed him or her in his or her folly.
"Admiral! Transports seized"
Said the MonCal's deep voice on the comm link. The large cruiser had closed their retreat and, now, it was locking its tractor beams on the ships and, like they were gigantic space cattle, grouped them behind the lines, while the ones which had simply surrendered were being seized by the Nebulon B's crewsmembers. Few moments later, all the cargo was in Coalition's hands.
The admiral stood on the bridge, looking through the viewport as the enemy flagship flied away. It was something unusual in the way the Imperials conducted themselves, something that reminded him of old jedi tactics. Worrysome, as he had none to counter such unnatural traits on his fleet. He'd had to discuss it with the High Command.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Apr 1, 2020 3:24:25 GMT -8
The senator agreed so far with what Ostrenis had brought forth. Thus she appreciated his offer for aid. "Gladly", she answered polite, while looking over towards the massive freighter turned battleship, "We have already reconfigured the local droid brain and the units aboard in order to avoid them getting turned against us and repairs are so far overseen by Captain Hatoo. However we appreciate any help we can get, the payment being the secondary question. It makes it easier for us. From what I have heard, I have missed a lot of events, including the annexation of Coruscant by the First Order. Tragic news to be sure..." "Coruscant... I know where Coruscant is located." Somewhat apologizing about the OOM commander's behavior, Linuy only smiled briefly before she continiued. "I'll see though that I will speak with the Prime Minister and the allies of the Coalition soon enough, Admiral Ostrenis." "The most tragic, the loss of the Galactic Center is a sad affair, one we will have a hard time recovering from"Ostrenis allowed himself a slight smile. "I think you will soon be counted among our ranks, senator. You soon shall sit in the Senate as representative of your people"He claps hands behind his back. "I will send my people to help you in your efforts to retrofit this ship"
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Feb 26, 2020 3:32:51 GMT -8
Something was blown apart within the Oathkeeper's belly and the ship trembled like a wounded animal, the ships flickering and its axis tilted for a moment, before sublight engines and repulsors corrected themselves. In a moment the shields were again fully functional, albeit in a weakened state.
"Report!"
"Sir, the Vindicator cruiser managed to square a hit dangerously close to the reactor, we have lost a sizable percentage of our working system's functionality. The chain reaction has fried weapon circuits in a sector of the ship"
Replied a concerned Bothan officer.
"Now we have a blind spot... pilot, manouver the ship, lower our axis, cover the blind spot and fire a barrage to the Vindicator"
The destroyer moved accordingly, turning its sharp prow to face the Vindicator, while offering the enemy its right powerful flank, covered by the octuple batteries, which, in turn, delivered a full payload of heavy ordnance.
"All ships, concentrate fire on that target!"
The bombers made another run, but now followed by the heavy artillery of the Oathkeeper, which started to deliver heavy turbolaser bolts across space, targeting the smaller vessel with uncanny ferocity, like a wounded predator. The corvettes took a defensive position, one of them blasting away the enemy fighters daring enough to approach the Oathkeeper's damaged hull. Thus, they couldn't support as effectively the starfighters as before and loses started to be more significant among the Coalition's flying forces, albeit they still had the upper hand: the forte of any fleet of that kind had always been its professional starfighter force, such was the legacy of the Rebel Alliance; Ostrenis knew it and, likely, the enemy commander did as well.
Meanwhile, the Honor of Dac had reached destination. The Nebulon Bs positioned themselves to cut the transports' presumed escape route, while the MonCal ship advanced, daring and surefooted, with its powerful shell shield, a signature trait of the vessel's proud craftsmen and designers. The cruiser engaged both enemy ships head on, using its way more powerful shielding to absorb damage, while the heavy turbolasers batteries fired continuously. The Phoenix squadrons were, literally, swarming whatever starfighters the lesser and smaller Imperial ships were carrying, while the bombers were trying to disable the transports with ion torpedoes.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Feb 23, 2020 5:01:50 GMT -8
Five days being the winner are enough, me thinks. Posted, just because.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Feb 10, 2020 13:20:57 GMT -8
One corvette's shields flickered and there was a small explosion were it hit the hull, breaching it. The corvettes' purpose had been to offer protection to the destroyer as it executed the initial manouver, now the admiral wouldn't risk live and assets in defending his own ship, which had better shields and hundred times more firepower.
"Pursuer, here Oathkeeper. Retreat and hide behind the destroyer's shadow. Support role from now on"
Commanded Ostrenis, worried about the corvette's fate. Shields and hull were compromised. The adressed corvette tried to limp behind the destroyer as the much bigger ship manouvered to offer it protection, sending a barrage of blaster fire to deter attackers. Ostrenis' deflector shields absorved most of the damage.
"Corvettes, Corellian Hound manouver. Fighters, rally around them"
The remaining three corvettes separated ways. They were to support with their supressing fast cannon fire the recently started dogfights between the enemy TIEs and the Oathkeeper's fighter wing. The pilots, as instructed, started to use the corvettes as active support, using its shields to protect themselves and fight back, luring TIEs into the arc of fire of the Blockade runners fast turbolasers. The number of enemy casualties was mounting: no wonder why, the Coalition's starfighters were superior, as it had always been the case for the Alliance. Ostrenis then turned his massive flagship to face the Turbulent, exchanging fire with it, while the bombers tried to focus on the 'diving' frigate. On the meanwhile, the Honor of Dac and the frigates were reaching interception point. The powerful MC90 started to deliver its heavy ion ordnance over the transports, shooting to disable them, while the Phoenix's powerful starfighter wing rushed to meet the TIEs in a deadly dance.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Feb 8, 2020 3:17:40 GMT -8
The head of the last walker standing was spectacularly blown up by a well-aimed missile. The troopers charged forward, showering the weakened defenses with blaster fire, filling the facade of the palace with holes. One column collapsed on itself, carrying down with its weight part of the roof and damaging a dome. The assault troopers, wearing heavy plastoid armor and repeating guns wiped out the remnants of resistance and soon thereafter, everyone had surrendered, dropping blasters at the feet of the conquering Corellian troops. A flag was raised atop Ossa-Prime's capitol building, that of the Coalition. Little afterwards, an old freighter, Ostrenis' personal vehicle, landed on the palace's front courtyard. The admiral landed, wearing a plastoid cuirass with the badge of his office over the chest, he looked martial and stern. He stood there, waiting, soon thereafter appeared the tyrant, wearing robes which were a mix between the traditional attire of a moff and the fantastical garments of Naboo nobility, including a flamboyant hat and cloak.
"Kazdan, I, admiral Renzo Ostrenis, hereby receive your total surrender in the name of the Corellian Coalition"
The tyrant looked ridiculous in defeat, even if he tried to puff his chest and straighten his shoulders.
"Aye, you look proud now, you alien filth. But you weren't as much when your beloved government collapsed and you had to run away like a scared Corellian hound. Let's see how bold you're against bigger fishes, you petulant..."
A guardsman silenced him. He spits on the ground, close to the admiral's feet.
"Carry him away, a tribunal will judge his fate, not me"
Luckily for him. Though the admiral as the former ruler of Osarian was taken away, rather unceremoniously, by Coalition guardsmen and into a shuttle, to be carried onto the Oathkeeper's belly. Renzo looked at the damaged palace, still rather intact and glorious. A marvelous example of Ossa-Prime's architecture.
"Spread word of the tyrant's surrender. Demand everyone still standing to bend the knee and ask for the cease of hostilities"
Soon a quiet silence had installed itself over the lonesome streets of Ossa-Prime. Ostrenis proceeded into the Palace, to read the reports -loses were not insubstantial, but still not crippling-, see whatever they could extract from the tyrant's intel and files, and await the provisional government to be formed. Funeral ceremonies were prepared all over the planet, all injured -Imperials and Coalition troopers alike- sent to hospitals all over the capital. Detainees were either kept in the city's prisons or sent to the Oathkeeper. Plans were laid for a monument to be erected in front of the Palace, conmemorating the fall of the tyrant and the beginning of a new era.
The rebel cell in the planet that had contacted them in the first place -asking for support against Kazdan- where ready for the Coalition's victory -and eventual takeover- and, in just shy of a few standard hours, the repulsor vehicle carrying the former senator of Osarian had crossed the Coalition's perimeter. Soon thereafter, on the empty throne room of the palace a solemn agreement was signed between Renzo Ostrenis and senator Adalik Turman -the Turman-Ostrenis Agreement as it was later known by historians-, Osarian would have elections in less than two months and once they had elected a legal goverment they would chose their representatives to the Coalition's senate. Thus, a new system was incorporated into the Coalition the very moment Ostrenis signed down the document, dealing on behalf of his government. A momentous event for the Corellian state, that was significantly expanding its borders and ensuring its long-term survival. When Ostrenis' left the palace it was no longer the residence of an authocratic tyrant, but home to the Congress of Osarian, seat of the planetary legislative branch.
Hope, hope lives on.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Feb 4, 2020 4:29:20 GMT -8
The sublight engines took the Coalition fleet close to the Imperials. Two vectors were laid out. The Oathkeeper moved forward, thrusting like a spear, its bridge shielded by the corvettes. And once it was rather close -in space battle's terms- it suddenly raised its back, concealing the hangar and giving the turbolasers a full range.
"Now, full ion cannon barrage on closest vessel. Then, octuple batteries"
The weapon systems and the tripulation chose the nearest target, which was showered on ion cannon fire. The raised hull allowed the octuple batteries to deliver, next, a full salvo, the open space bursting with gree fire, vomited from the powerful guns.
"Execute manouver! Launch!"
The raised hull also meant the ventral hangar was off-sights and, suddenly, starfighters were pouring from behind the destroyer literally covering the whole space around the flagship. The bombers, the Stormbirds and the Avengers of Dac, plummeted from above into the targeted Imperial ship, screened on both sides by captured Interceptors and standard TIEs, the Red Eyeballs and the Dying Suns, while the Pride of Duro, seasoned X-wing squadron, launched from the aft and covered the enemy fighters in concentrated laser fire, x-foils in battle mode. All in all, a well-executed Marg Sabl.
"Prepare deflector shields for incoming laser fire. Then return to standard position"
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"Commander, vector laid out"
"Understood!"
The bridge of Honor of Dac was bursting with activity. The white-skinned Mon Calamari Gallus Jehengir, the ship's commanding officer, was sitting on the command chair, looking at the battle from the viewport, inspecting the data on the chair's tactical screen.
"Cut their scape route! Sign the Phoenix, Merciful and Companion and instruct them to follow suit, let them be covered by our deflectors and hull"
The four ships had taken an interception vector to cut the Imperials' potential scape, while trying to flank the enemy and divert fire from Ostrenis' flagship, that was in that very moment executing a very aggresive manouver against the enemy fleet's center. The Mon Calamari nodded and keyed orders for the Phoenix's fighter squadrons. The Liberator cruiser delivered its payload, a full wing of well-piloted starfighters, taking off the legacy of one of the Rebel Alliance's most prominent starfighter groups. The Nebulon Bs both used the cover provided by the strong MonCal cruiser to move towards the transports, firing their first barrages in their direction.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 31, 2020 6:30:58 GMT -8
"Frontal deflectors activated"
"Long range scanners actived"
"Leaving hyperspace in 12.5 seconds, sir"
"Good. May the Force be with us"
Everyone at the bridge was at the ready. Intel provided by the C-sec talked about a First Order presence on the system and that was what Ostrenis was going to know for himself soon enough. In a blink the hyperspace eerie atmosphear was changed by the black emptyness of space, with the distant shape of Dressel in the horizon. Sensors beeped and alarms sounded ominously.
"Imperial ships, admiral"
"Numbers. Report"
He said, straight to the point.
"A sizable number of transports and a fleet. Six ships, sir. One of them apparently is a star destroyer, while the others are within frigate or cruise range"
"Good. Lit sublight engines, fire up the weapon systems and keep scanning them. Quarren Battle formation"
The ships formed around the Oathkeeper as instructed, using the ISD2 as an axis. They marched towards what looked like an enemy fleet. The MC90 protected the ship's left flank, while the Nebulons and the Liberator provided cover on the right. As usual, the corvettes formed a screen around the destroyer's exposed bridge.
"Fighter squadrons at the ready"
Ostrenis could feel, already, the thrill of the fight bursting through his veins. He took a seat on his command chair and started to review the incoming data, the holoscreen lighting up his red mirror-like eyes.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 28, 2020 2:25:29 GMT -8
"They were, indeed, lost in the time of our greatest grief"
Said the Duros, his eyes hardened.
"I fought for months, all on my own, after the Sacking, with an increasingly weakened fleet... hard times"
He looks at one ship being built at the shipyard, there in the horizon. The admiral looked pensive for a moment.
"...You are right, we have to gather, we have to rally. Or else, hope is dead. I'm afraid I can only forward you to our Prime Minister or Baron Gorgano, I cannot give you myself a place in our hierarchy"
He taps the badge of admiral over his chest.
"I got to keep this, so I'm sure you'll still have a role to play. If you so want, I will send technicians to review the Lucrehulk and check which systems need upgrading or repairs"
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 26, 2020 2:39:13 GMT -8
"I have long devoted my strenght to that cause, senator"
His red-mirrored eyes stared at the young senator.
"I think you might have known my own son, senator Voon, he was an outspoken adherent of... inherent rights and personal freedom"
The said admiral's son had been part of what had been known as the Populists or the Federalists, alternatively, by their enemies and supporters.
"You both seem to be of... similar age"
Though age was hard to ascertain in members of their species.
"However, that doesn't concern us, senator. Tell me, you wish to join the Coalition, I presume?"
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 26, 2020 1:54:07 GMT -8
Nah, doesn't matter. 200 it's.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 25, 2020 17:56:12 GMT -8
Yeah, I can reduce the size tomorrow. I thought I had read in the rules it was that amount the maximum you could afford. Don't worry, can change it.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 25, 2020 8:57:26 GMT -8
There was a sudden fuss in the docks when an armed escort appeared. Guards wearing newly-issued CC military uniforms, navy troopers. Of them four, one was a MonCal, while another was a Bith and the other two were Humans. They were likely acting as bodyguards of a solemn-faced, stern duros, a lanky one wearing the badge of admiral. He stood in the way of Linuy Findos.
"I am sorry for the lack of a proper welcome, senator. Let me introduce myself, I am Renzo Ostrenis, admiral of the Corelian Coalition. You might have seen my flagship, the Oathkeeper, on your way to the docks"
Indeed, the Star Destroyer had been on duty guarding the capital system of the Coalition. The Duro eyed his Neimodian cousin emotionlessly, hands clasped behind his back. He wore the standard military uniform befiting an admiral, but compared to the guardsmen's it looked slightly older. An expert eye could guess it was actually a Galactic Alliance one, not one issued by the Corellians. Ostrenis was a stubborn one.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 25, 2020 7:57:43 GMT -8
MC 50-class FrigateShip Class: Cruiser. Ship Role: Capital Ship Support, Assault Frigate, Command Ship. Ship Length: 579 m. Agility (A): 3. Defensive (D): 4. Offensive (O): 4. Speed (S): 3. Special Gear: 1 (Redundant Shield Generators). Description: while the Mon Calamari had designed many excellent ships-of-the-line in the times prior the Galactic Alliance's dissolution, there had been some gaps in the array of ships provided. For example, there were not many frigates been produced by the said shipyards, while the other factions at play managed to develop powerful designs that outgunned the older battle-horses of the Alliance, like the Nebulon-Bs. After the fall of Dac and the Sacking, many Mon Calamari and Quarren went into exile: a number of then eventually seeking shelter in the Corellian Coalition's territories. The Santhe shipyards in orbit over Corellia itself benefited from the new incorporations, as many of the exiles were skilled engineers and crafty technicians. Admiral Renzo Ostrenis had realized the gap in the Coalition's fleet and, with the collaboration of his aides, including Gallus Jehengir. Thus, they produced a new design, a powerful frigate cruiser, adept at supporting capital ships, while being able to act as a command ship in smaller fleets. The ship could very well hold its own against other cruisers and outgunned most frigates, excelling at the role of protecting the Coalition's borders and the hyperspace lanes coming in and out their territory. Considering the Coalition relied heavily on the union of often distant systems, a ship filling that role could only do great good for the future survival of the Corellian-centered state. A new wondrous result of Santhe shipyard's efforts: the MC50-class frigate. The ship is armed with 16 heavy turbolaser turrets, 8 concussion missile launchers -25 missiles each-, 27 twin laser cannons, 25 medium ion cannons and 4 tractor beam projectors, a greater payload than its predecessors, the MC40a and the MC30c. The cruiser is also equiped with state-of-the-art shielding for a ship of its size and role. It has redundant shield generators that both prevent major system failures and strenghten the ship's general defense. It can house three full squadron of starfighters (36) and up to 200 troopers. Many systems are automated to reduce the required crewmembers, as not to strain the manpower of the Corellian Coalition.
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Renzo Ostrenis
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 23, 2020 1:26:55 GMT -8
This is a very interesting idea I want to be part with, but Idk in which cappacity and with whom. Several of my alts could have use for this too, either Moff Ju'oda, who is a massive capitalist and entrepeneur, or Voon Ostrenis-Massa, who leads the/a Resistance and could very well use a neutral ground. Also, I have a smuggler and general low-life who could do things in here. Idk, it's promising, maybe I'll have to cook another alt for it. I like it.
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