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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 6, 2017 14:31:15 GMT -8
Lucian glanced over his shoulder at the clone troopers that were currently assembling in the hanger awaiting orders. If he remembered correctly there was a Cloning facility here on the planet that could suit their needs nicely but before he could call out to Jez for orders Niam had replied and Lana, asking about the mission he had in mind. He smirked slightly looking back at the young group - he hesitated only slightly looking them over wondering if they were up for it.
"Hmm about this Mission... what have you and your team heard of the Vanishing Place?"
The Vanishing Place was the key fortress of the Dark being Ramius who had waged war on what he claimed was the 'army of light' on Felucia. Macros the Black arrived on the planet in time to prepare the Jedi here to fight against them, and several of those he trained breached the Vanishing Place to rescue Raven Alora and Paradigm who had fallen under the sway of the dark one. The Vanishing Place in that time was a deathtrap, it was rigged up and down with traps and defenders who were as strong in the darkside of the force as Raven and her team had been in the light. He had hoped that since then the place had calmed down, but still... he would have liked to speak to this Master Calmcical about sending the group in, he didn't want to be the one responsible for getting the Masters own daughter killed in such a place.
"There was one that fought for the Dark One Ramius... Madigan Spade was his name, but more importantly he wore a dark green tophat. Your mission would be infiltrating the Vanishing Place, locating it... and bringing it back to me."
"Luc... The men are ready and im sending them to set up in that old Cloning Facility that the Conclave made their first run here, Im going with them, did I here you were sending these kids after the Hat? You're kidding me right, if the Vanishing Place doesn't kill them the Hat will take one of them..."
Lucian had half raised his hand to stop her from talking but she had went ahead and spoke her mind as she always had. He turned back to Niam shaking his head slightly as Jez shook her head at the group and left them wondering at her words, but Lucian turned towards Lana and then Niam and lowered his voice slightly, as his words and Jez' outbreak had already begun to draw looks from the mechanics that were huddling around the damaged Hammerhead.
"There is danger to the mission, Felucia is not a walk in the park as they say... and the Vanishing Place used to be the most Dangerous place on the planet, and it probably still is."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 2, 2017 21:49:53 GMT -8
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 28, 2017 14:01:36 GMT -8
What is this league of legends all chat? "1v1 me brah"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 27, 2017 0:41:34 GMT -8
Lucian raised an eyebrow at the small group assembled before him, though his attentions remain largely on the one called Niam. He was clearly more intelligent than the norm of his age, but being a clone he had little understanding of the 'natural progression' of age. His clone batch had been rushed by the Grand Jedi Order and their training on Kamino was cut short, having been completed in actual combat under Gadriel - but his batch or what remained of it, could not be much older than 15 years if that. Lucian chuckles at the mention of his 'track record' and he shot a look to Jez before replying.
"I am a soldier, I follow orders and so I have the privilege of owing my so called track record to my superiors. Speaking of such, what do you know of the Command structure of the Garrison here. Who commands?"
While Lucian inquired as to leadership Jez took a step away to answer a call on her comlink, raising a hand beneath her blonde hair to cup her ear to deaden the sounds of the surrounding hanger bay. Repair crews were already beginning to trickle in to work on the newcome damaged vette, and by the time Jez returned to Lucians side a Kappa-Class transport shuttle could already be seen in the sky above desending upon the Hanger.
"The Troopers are here, and as you requested they brought a squad of those V-wing airspeeders, we'll be able to begin scouting the terrian soon."
"Good, go see to them will you. And get a team together we need to retrieve the Hat before Altair gets back."
Lucian turned back to Niam and the group as Jez nodded and waved farewell to the group and winked again at Koda. The transport had landed and 50 Clone Troopers outfitted in Phase-2 Forest Combat gear began to disembark, unloading several dozen crates of supplies, munitions and weapons. Further back in the Shuttle the V-wings Jez had spoken of were waiting to be unloaded, draped with dust covered tarps speaking loads to the last time they had been used.
"When I get my men situated I may have a mission for your team, if you were interested. I could offer a payment in Trinium of course, if it is true the Base supplies are as hard pressed as you say, another thing I must look into. There is a War going on out there, and I find Felucia I'll equipped for it."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 26, 2017 22:19:08 GMT -8
Love Empire Day!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 25, 2017 23:09:11 GMT -8
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 25, 2017 23:01:44 GMT -8
Jabiim Choal City Streets
Three men walked out of Jorbeth's Javva Caf each walking their own way after noting the roughing up, and murder of the pair in the streets, all men regardless of the talk that had happened in the Caf kept their heads down, their eyes diverted from the happenings going on in the streets. One was a miner - working third shift in the mines outside the city limits, the second was craftsmen who lived and worked in the city, and the third was a harvester of Bamboo that grew near the river just outside the Capital's wall. All three appeared the to be of similar class and station, all three lived in the city 'slums' and had since the First Order's occupation began. To the average onlooker and even to most that would have noticed them they were all Jabiimi... one however was not. To the average onlooker they all might appear to be typical citizens that had been beaten down and had their spirits broken by the First Order... one however was not. One of them was Coruscanti and had experienced this sort of occupation before. The rich sold out the poor for better favor, the poor and even working class citizens were treated little better than cattle, sometimes worse. The killing in the street to this one had been common place, he had seen it a thousand times before and at the hands of some more ruthless than the First Order. The Sith Lords that he been brought up to fight against, and their armies had ruled Coruscant with an Iron fist and even the thought of decent was punishable by death. The three men went their seperate ways, the two others not knowing the one that had left the Caf with them was actually a spy.
Spy was actually a rather bland term. The third man was a member of a small group that had been trained in the Coruscanti war by a young Jedi Knight who had been briefly assigned there by the Guardians of the Jedi Order, a group that had long since disbanded, and even the Jedi that had trained them himself was now dead, but his Shadow Walkers remained. The third man was one of two such Shadow Walkers assigned to Jabiim years earlier. The death of their leader had been sent through their back door Holonet channel, but no replacement orders had been given and so they had remained following their last directive... and then the First Order had come, and everything had changed. One of the Shadows went dark and hadn't been seen since, the other... this third man... went into deep cover, and now even the locals believed him to be one of their own... just another poor soul living under the heel of the First Order.
The third man's real name hadn't been spoken aloud for nearly a decade, but for the last year he had been called Rico. He had long dark hair and wore a dark beard from the last year of deep cover. His trousers were a dull brown covered in mud, the constant rain having been a new way of life for the man. His torso was covered with a forest green tunic - his trim form deminished only slightly by the life he had lived here. He knew to keep his head down, he had lived a life of keeping his head down... but that didn't mean it was stuck that way.
Walking slowly in the crowd down the street away from the action he glimpsed a view of the pair speaking to one another and picked up a bit of their conversation, but kept walking around the corner, he head still down. The three men disappeared with the rest of the crowd, but only the keenest of eyes would have noticed the third man, Rico, returning by another street weeks later his eyes surveying the area for the pair from a nearby alleyway, chewing a jamba fruit he had pulled from his tunic. The fruit grew beneath to surface of the water where the bamboo he harvested also grew and while bitter, it held a taste that at least gave his mouth a taste other than the acid rain that fell from the skies year round. He wasn't sure if the pair even would return or if they were the sort he was after or just two more that simply hadn't been broken yet, but curiosity and the years of dried up patience caused him to risk the return to the street and his eyes fell upon one of them... standing under a street awning... smoking a deathstix.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 25, 2017 16:58:38 GMT -8
If it isn't to late to join I've got an NPC or two that i'd like to add to the story if there is a place for them. I'll give you lot a little backstory so you can see if it's something you want to allow to be included.
My main Altair used to be an old npc of mine under my Gadriel'lya profile on 1.5. He has taken command of what remains of Gadriel's army. Likewise he has assumed leadership of a group of spies that Gadriel trained during a Sith occupation of Coruscant years ago on 1.5.
Gadriel called them Shadow Walkers and Gadriels back story involved work with the Bothan Spy net and so that is the training they have. I used these guys a little bit on 1.5 but I would love to put them back on the boards again as they are pretty interesting to write.
Shadow Walker tech: personal cloaking devices Stealth suits Slicer tech
Shadow Walker training: Infiltration Espionage Assassination Hand to hand combat Various weapons Demolitions Flight training.
While only one Shadow Walkers is Force sensitive, their leader and would be my main in this RP (also trained by Gadriel and isn't any stronger in the force than novice level) all the others (there are only 23 spread across the galaxy so there wouldn't be many on this planet one maybe 2 and the resistance they have gathered perhaps?) are not force sensitive but have been trained to combat such tactics mentally and in combat (think Poe in SW VII) but put up against any of the knights of Ren would probably fold like a bad hand of poker. The only thing they could do if caught would be the desperate attempted of flight using their skills to attempt to disappear into a crowd or use their cloaking devices and distractions to get away.
What do you guys think?
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 24, 2017 1:21:10 GMT -8
ps... i win
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 24, 2017 0:45:59 GMT -8
"You're not wrong, he's crazy..."
Jez had barely pulled her eyes from Lucian to reply, and her tone did nothing to further explain her perspective, instead she brushed her shoulders and then looked down at the boy who was currently puffing his chest out either in protest at Niam's avoiding him, or as a method of looking important - Regardless the 'vette captain brushed her blond bangs free of her eyes and winked in the boys direction before giving him a soft smile. Before Jez could say anything further Lucian was already carrying himself away at explaining himself with his typical fashion.
"Of course its used in weapons system Jez, its probably the most stable elemental compound in the Galaxy... and stronger than durasteel if refined correctly. We used it on our Tactical fighters back in the days of the Chaos War. When you put hyperdrives on such small ships you need components that are designed to hold up... the Aurek's arnt as strong as the X-wings and such you see... being of an older, almost archaic design. The Boosters are the main part of the hyperdrive that controls the transfer of energy... adding the Trinium makes them able to handle the load on the smaller ships, makes no sense why it wouldn't work for the larger ones as well."
There was passion in the clone's eyes as he explained himself, something that he had clearly given much thought to despite being created simply to pilot and command. He could never explain why when it was put to him but something in him pushed his mind towards mechanics and engineering. The truth that was kept from them was that Gadriel had requested several of the batch to be much different from the others - the twin pairs - and it was these seven pairs of clones that had been responsible for much of the 'free thought' that now was spreading through what remained of the fallen Jedi's clone army.
Lucian's eyes passed from Niam to the other that had addressed him and something struck him as odd about the being, he turned his head back to Jez, who was winking at the young boy and his eyes flickered between her and the younger female, a sort of communication passing between them that was clear but also non verbal, a subtle inclination that somehow the two clones were linked to one another and it was only a moment before Jez turned her dull but attentive gaze upon the one called Lana - she said nothing simply watched as Lucian spoke again.
"Gotta be careful with the engines... the heat and the constant stress could warp or reforge the compound. antimatter and hyperdrive radiation is one thing, but the sublights on this thing... hmm it would take some doing... you're right, but it might work."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 23, 2017 19:58:07 GMT -8
Could be an indication that the manner in which the Force is looked upon is changing.
Take note that Kylo never once referred to himself a Sith Lord he was a Knight which no doubt could manifest the dark side of the force but he didn't call himself a Sith - so perhaps the 'jedi' are ending.
Also - the presence of the Guardian's of the Whills - recently introduced in ROGUE ONE - posses an interesting point for consideration. The Whills (or rather what little we know of them) did not view the Force in matters of Black and White as the Sith and the Jedi do, and so perhaps in Luke's exile, his perspective also could have changed.
Just a thought.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 23, 2017 19:42:25 GMT -8
Lucian smiled charmingly at the Arkanian, and smirked at the younger boy at his protest but nodded at both when the one named Niam had given his service, a comment he might have held back if he had truly known the one before him. Lucian however dismissed this as a nicety that mainstream sentients exchanged with one another that his clone batch had been trained in but never truly understood in practice - seemed much like a lie to him. Regardless he nodded and had the good sense to speak before Jez did.
Lucian... this is my clone twin Jez, we Captain Maugrim and Requiem the two Vettes you saw landing on the exterior pads.
Lucian looked up at the YX once again studying the hull with eyes that seemed to peer through the metal into the inner workings beyond. Jez rolled her eyes but remained silent save for the occasional tapping of her boot against the hanger bay floor - and yet when her counterpart spoke again she seemed at least attentive.
"Having a problem with the hyperdrive? Class 2... yes? have you considered modifying the horizontal boosters - Trinium perhaps? The stability of the metal allows for a more stable transfer of energy - less taxing on the hyperdrive."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 23, 2017 13:53:11 GMT -8
Riley had ordered the bridge crew to scan the so called "Gannon Cannon" while the AI went on explaining the state of affairs surrounding Felucia. When his eyes passed to the Imperious he gave a slight whistle of approval. The Mon Calamari had outdone themselves. Taking the traditional Kuat shipyards design and making it in every way more elegant and deadly. The shear size of the ship dwarfed his own charge in a daunting fashion and with such a Command ship at the head he could only wonder at what the rest of the fleet would look like - or what damage they could bring to bare against anyone attempting to invade the system by force.
A valiant charge to be sure. I assume you have taken over your post from Carnel - has he retired or...
He didn't want to think that the beloved sky control officer could have died after even surviving the previous wars. But with the mention of a new war, and the battle that they had been through already he wasn't sure what Captain Altair meant to do with the Defense force around Felucia being so thin.
What stance have the Jedi taken in the war against the First Order?
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 23, 2017 13:37:32 GMT -8
The third and most heavily damaged Hammerhead Corvette completed docking procedures just as Jez and Lucian entered the main hanger bay. Lucian surveyed the bay taking note of the crew somewhat huddled around the old transport ship and smirked. The look of amusement passed for barely a moment before Jez realized it and scoffed muttering under her breath...
"What a piece of junk"
Lucian shook his head in a disapproving fashion raising his hand to point to the Hull of the Corellian cargo hauler.
"See that hull, after the shields go down that thing could take at least 5 passes before being forced from the sky. and if they had an even half competent gunner in the group those cannons could do some serious damage. The Corellian's know their craft well."
In the course of the short interchange the landing ramp of the third craft had been lowered and the Captain had already descended to join the pair inspecting the YX-1980. He passed a few words to the pair gesturing to the ship behind him and then moved off to find the head mechanic. Lucian had his own mission to investigate and Jez of course would hardly be convinced to leave his side. He spied the Arkanian earlier noticing the entrance of the third Hammerhead and gestured to Jez to follow him as he approached the small group pausing for a moment before addressing the Arkanian who had turned his back to the group.
"Quite the ship you've got here... Are you the Captain?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 17, 2017 21:47:09 GMT -8
The familiar tear in the hyper-drive lanes that indicates a ship dropping out of hyper-space appeared, and any onlooker would notice a small Fury-Class Interceptor dropping into real space, on the dark side of Nar Shaddaa, but that would be all that would be noticed. Any scanner searching for ships dropping by would notice a very faint radar blip, and then nothing. Star Razer's stealth modifications enabled the ship to deflect all of the radiation the ship naturally gave off, and specialized engine baffles negated the sound the sublight engines gave off to nearly zero. Unless in all of the space surrounding the small planetoid someone had their eyes on the Interceptor itself, the small ship's approach to the space side of Smuggler's Moon would be completely unnoticed.
On the small deck of the Star Razer Altair overlooked Janus as they silently made their approach to the dark side of Nar Shaddaa, they rarely spoke unless it was to comply to an order or specify some small nuance that their linked minds thought up that might have escaped all others. Gadriel was among a small group of Jedi that had had an understanding and a respect for Battle Meditation, and it was this idea that he had brought to the cloners on Kamino when he had requested the growth of his own personal Army. Among the 7 pairs that Gadriel had trained himself, Janus and only one other pair survived and they piloted two of the remaining Hammerhead Corvettes that should now be making their way to Felucia, if they hadn't arrived already. Altair regretted not being there himself to make contact with whatever had become of the Planet and the Conclave since their departure nearly a decade prior, but there was something else that was needed before he returned, and if his information was correct, what he needed was on the planet below."Keep us on track, silent approach to New Vertica...You have the Conn Janus, I am going to speak to our... guest, notify me when we make rendezvous and tell D'lyse to get the rest of the team together, light gear, tactical infiltration and extraction... and tell Liz i want i tranq-darts only..." Altair stepped down from the observation chair leaving the pair to spread his orders as he straightened his combat jacket and slipped out the back of the bridge section into the main commons area. He looked across the open space over the hologram projector to see his team already moving into action prepping for the mission. Stepping to the right past the landing ramp he opened the door to the ships conference room and slipped inside, his hand rested lightly on his Disruptor thumbing the pommel of the pistol as he glanced through the dimly lit room to the table in the center. Their guest sat cross legged and garbed in the center of the table looking out the observation window to the planet before them, getting closer."I'm going down to the planet, you're going to remain here... Janus will remain on the ship with you and they will look after you, make no attempt to speak to them, and you will not be bothered." Altair's posture was ridged and his grim face was set the dark figure. Unlike the rest of the team he knew the source behind that 'feeling' going up his spine. There was a darkness surrounding this being, the Force moved around him in a sort of way that was unmistakable - but Altair was not concerned with what the Force was capable of, but more what this one would do if left unchecked. "I have no desire to speak with your False Men."The voice was clearly male, the accent was broken galactic basic from one clearly not born to speak it and only taken to it recently in his life and yet there was a finality to his words, as if he was not at all concerned with his stationary position aboard this ship or that, was simply enduring time."The one you are after, she is out of your league."Altair was growing tired of people knowing more of him and his plans than they should, first the seer on Naboo and now this one reading the currents of the force or his mind, it didn't matter. He growled softly and gripped the pommel of his weapon tightly."That is none of your concern, you will be given what was agreed upon when we reach Felucia and the Conclave of Jedi there, until then you will remain out of the way... and silent. He turned, catching only the smallest glimmer of burgundy in the corner of his eye that was the figure turning to face him to respond, but Altair gave him no chance and left the room letting the sliding door hiss shut. He had felt the tremor of atmospheric entry as he walked back into commons area. D'lyse had his team already prepped and even Janus leaned out of the bridge doorway as Altair came to a stop behind the holo-projector and glanced to each of them in turn."I told D'lyse to assemble his best... and i do not doubt your abilities or your conviction. We're after the half Shilor, half human girl you might recall is named Paradigm. She is the daughter of Zendora and one of the Jedi that fought in the Chaos War. She has the Force and her mothers... talents which combined make her quite dangerous, and ever since she left Felucia we have nothing on her. Our information is good, and we know she'll be here. Our mission objective is extraction, I'll make first contact... if i can't talk her down, Liz will put her down, the rest of us are distraction and make no mistake gentlemen... she is absolutely lethal, and not to be trifled with. We will be landing shortly... get anything else you need, we'll be setting down in moments...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 17, 2017 19:28:00 GMT -8
Three Hammerhead Corvettes descended from orbit in near perfect unison, their course was clearly the Jedi Base Hanger Bay complex and moments after the three medium sized ships appeared visible in the sky they had nearly made their mark. The two on vette's on the wings pealed away, as if they had been shepherding the more heavily damaged craft towards the main bay, where the large doors had already been opened to receive the ship which was in clear and desperate need of repair. The two other vette's piloted by Jez and Lucian set down upon the open air platforms and moments after landing Lucian had already passed orders for their crews to see to refueling and the minor repairs the other two ships needed while the Captains moved towards the main complex to check on the third ship, and see to the repair teams that would be assigned to the injured vette.
Lucian's stride slowed as Jez approached his flank. he nodded slightly, having 'felt' her presence of course, the two had been mentally and emotionally linked since their 'hatching'. The bond between the two necessary to see to optimal conditions in combat responses and reflexes, as a result the pair of them operated together to a very deadly affect. He smiled at his fellow Captain, a gesture that was all together ignored as Jez fell into stride with him and the two finally came to the main hanger bay complex.
"We've been given joint command of D'lyse's men and have been ordered to garrison them here at the Jedi Base. I believe upon Altair's return he intends to take full command of the defense fleet... which means we need to find out who is in charge, as soon as possible."
"Garrison duty... joy!"
Jez's attitude was apparent, she belonged in the cockpit of a fighter - which is where the pair of them had started. They had both flown flanking positions to Gadriel himself whenever the Jedi had flown in space battles, mainly the Battle of Zeltros, and the Battle of Coruscant both against the combined Sith and Imperial navy. He had adapted to piloting a larger and bulkier corvette easier than she had - but still Garrison duty was never the optimal choice of any fighter pilot.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 17, 2017 19:07:04 GMT -8
Riley raised an eyebrow as the AI spoke of his own duty, and almost instinctively his eyes turned back towards the defense platform. He exhaled slightly before passing word to the smaller Corvettes to descend towards the Jedi Base Hanger Bay. Even if the Bay was not large enough to house the larger corvettes, they could dock outside and be close enough to perform the repairs necessary to get the ships back into fighting condition. Riley, upon the cruiser, would remain in Orbit.
"Bring the ship alongside the defense platform, and begin sending the crew in shifts down to the planet. Dispatch the garrison as well to the Jedi base, put Lucian in command of them and give them instructions to set a planetary garrison within the Jedi base, they will await Commander D'lyse and his command teams return, and open comms again.."
Routine spells danger for any being at such a post as yours. Who is in command of the Orbital Defenses? Where is what remains of the Conclave's fleet?
The three Hammerhead Corvettes pealed off from the cruiser and plotted a descending course towards the Jedi base below, in the meanwhile the Cruiser maintained a high orbit as Captain Riley saw to what remained of Felucia's defenses.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 17, 2017 11:39:10 GMT -8
I only recently returned as well, if you're looking for something specific to do or just hoping to write freelance I'm up for either. I've got a crew on Felucia (the planet I spent most of my time on the first go around) while my 'main character' is about to hop down in Nar Shaddaa.
Would be glad to write with you.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 15, 2017 22:41:05 GMT -8
Riley recognized the current of an AI's speech pattern at once, over the centuries brilliant men have attempted to make them sound more 'human', they have integrated the existence of emotion, conscious, perhaps even genuine thought but the one thing they could never truly get right was the voice. It was too perfect, too practiced accents or inflections aside the pronunciation of words unique and easily noticed to one trained to analyze speech patterns since he was 'hatched'. Riley nodded once more to the comm officer who opened the channel to the station once again.
::I am under orders from Captain Altair Sirraf... -no he will not be in your records or data banks, he assumed command of Gadriel's fleet from Commander Nakor upon his death, all proper dispatches to confirm rank have been transmitted now.::
He waited a few moments for the files to be transferred and processed, knowing it would take the AI only a matter of seconds to process the information, confirm its authenticity and then be able to process what he said next without question. He only hoped he was dealing with the intelligent sort, and not one prone to causing problems or taking attitude simply for the enjoyment of it.
::As you can see, we are what remains of Gadriel's defense fleet, and as he was one of the founding members of the Felucian Conclave and was tasked with the defense of this planet, and with his death that duty fell to his subordinates - thus to my Captain, and so to me.::
Riley straightened his back with pride at the weight of the lineage that currently rested upon his shoulders. The Planet below was now under his protection and the recognition of that caused a swell of joy to flood through him. He maintained his reserve however, allowing only the smallest of smiles to cross his lips as he gazed out the view port towards the planet below awaiting the response from the defense platform's AI.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 13, 2017 2:08:46 GMT -8
A violent swirl of interspace energy cut a hole a mile and a half wide across the hyperlanes outside of Felucian orbit. The energy stabilized to form a hypergate through which two Rendilli Hammerhead corvettes emerged, they took flanking positions over a wide berth of empty space and moments later a modified Rendilli Hammerhead-Class Cruiser emerged from the gate filling the void between the two vettes perfectly. A hesitation... and then a third Hammerhead Corvette limped from the gate only moments before it destabilized and crashed upon itself, the third vette obviously barely remaining in the sky limped close to the Cruiser as if the larger vessel would bare it some level of protection.
Upon the bridge of the Hammerhead Crusier, designated 'The Gadriel'alora'lya', Commander Riley stood with his arms clasped firmly behind his back. His gaze was locked upon the planet below with a thin smile etched upon his lips. After nearly a decade and a half the crew of Gadriel's fleet was finally home. Riley had had nearly a week on the journey home to grow used to his position, and his orders... and while his eyes turned from the planet to the Military Platform he raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Well now... that's new...Comm, open channel to the space station and to the Jedi Base on the planet, I'm not sure who is charge these days. I suppose it's to much to ask for Carnel to still be there...."
::Attention, attention... this is Commander Riley of the Felucian Conclave Flagship 'the Gadriel'alora'lya', designation changed from Alya's Hammer at the time under command of Commander Nakor. Transmitting last known clearance code now...
Dear lord that clearance code was nearly two decades old, from a time when a dark being known as Ramius had taken control of nearly half the planet and made war against the other half. It had taken the combined power of the newly formed Felucian Conclave as well as aid from two other beings... Macros and Kalis, to stop the mad man from destroying the world completely, and taking the Felucian Jedi with him. Gadriel, his wife Raven, and both of their armies had fought in that war, even Riley himself. As he waited for his clearance code to be challenged or answered he ordered a scan of the rest of the system. The fleet that once protected this system was no where to be seen, however the personal fleets of the Jedi below may be somewhere in the system.
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