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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 9, 2018 19:58:50 GMT -8
~Rendilli StarDrive Hanger~
D'lyse had sensed the fire from the troopers become more and more sporadic - he had refused to offer them an actual target for many moments now in the hopes that they might just forget about him and move on about their way - he was after all - only one man. He would have chuckled at the thought if his situation had been any less dire. He had already run his options and realized that the best chance for escape lay in the main entrance that Altair and the rest of his team had moved out of - no doubt sealing behind them - but there was a defensible position there and he could blow the door with enough time - he had the charges already. Just about the time he had decided to make his move the blaster fire picked up - he blinked and raised his helmet slightly to peer over the edge just in time to see a rather ballsy command trooper lob a grenade in his direction. His eyes widened and he moved at once slamming the control module on his personal shield (Depleted as it was) as he went.
The explosion burst the shield apart in a spray of blue energy and flame and he heard nothing but the cuncussive sound of the grenade exploding mere feet from him as he lost his feet and flew across the hanger onto the floor. The hit had not been direct his reflexes and the remaining shielding had saved his life but the entire back of his heavy army was scorched to his biosuit and his helmet had been blown off in the resulting explosion. He heard nothing - not even the loud thud of his head slamming against the durasteel hanger floor - and only felt a sharp pain as his vision blurred and he fell still... motionless - defeated.
~Command Bridge - StarDrive Factory~
Altair had just received a communique from the Star Razer - it had finally made its rendevous at the auxilary hanger with the Requiem - the only remaining hammerhead that was still functional enough to fly - and they had begun loading everyone they could onto the small Corvette. Hopefully between that and the Fury-Class interceptor they could get those that had made it to the hanger off this station.
So far they had not been harrassed by the First Order troopers - no doubt waiting for reinforcements - not stupid enough to attempt to sweep the entire station with the rag-tag force that survived the encounter at the hanger. He had begun to grow nervous - he had expected D'lyse back by now, and all attempts to reach him had failed. Of course if he was still in a fire fight he wouldn't be able to respond right away but he had expected something. He hadn't liked the idea of him recklessly distracting the landing party to begin with - but it had given them a very clean ex filtration from the Hanger - and few of the security forces were lost as a result - which was the goal he supposed. He was about ready to damn the plans and assemble the entire team to tear through the First Order to rescue him as Gadriel no doubt would have done when Stitch, the teams medic, finally spoke up...
"Trooper down."
Altair's eyes widened as he turned to the medic for an explination - his helmet was angled down at the large wrist-guant computer which held the lifesigns and readouts for the entire team - D'lyse's signal had just stopped. He was dead then...
Altair steeled himself and felt the eyes of the entire team lingering on him.
"Where are we on the download..."
"I still need another 10... maybe 15 to get everything we need..."
"Do it... you all stay here... Ex-fil when its done... and seal the passage after you go. Orders stand - fry the system and get off this station as soon as you have the data we came for."
Altair had already drawn both of his pistols from their holsters leaving his disruptor still on his hip and was moving towards the main entry way that they had created a Kill zone for intending to hold their location until the download was complete - no it seemed Altair had other plans...
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 9, 2018 19:37:32 GMT -8
Since his return he had pulled his forces back from their patrol duties around the base leaving that command to @dutch and his soldiers that had taken to the post quite nicely. His own men numbered only in the dozens now - but each of them he would gladly have at his back before an army of thousands. The Storm had caught him unawares - his senses had dulled much over the years of solitude and now that they were needed most they of course failed him due to neglect. The First he heard of the onslaught appearing outside was the cries that had been brought into the Medical Wing only a dozen or so yards from here he and a group of his Troopers had just completed relocating a few of the supplies that had just been delivered from their mission to Rendilli - not what was desired - and what he had attained had come at far to high a price - but there was nothing to be done about that now. He had planned to meet up with the first group of Shadowalkers that had finally answered the summons to return that were waiting for him in the hanger when Awen rushed through the cooridor - her hooves clip clopping on the tiled floor as she called out in her sweet angelic voice for men to help with triage. It took Altair only moments longer to get the gist of what was happening and even then it had come from a static laden transmission from Lucian who had apparently just flown through the storm to warn them of the incoming attack - of course much to late.
"Lock down the Medical wing and divert all of our forces here towards protecting the wounded... Find Fuze and Stitch and tell them to secure the research and someone track down Liz.. She's on overwatch! Lets go people!"
His men jumped to and within moments the entire Medical wing had been closed off but for the entrances in the front where they were still bringing in the wounded. He still had no clue how large the assault was - who was leading - what their objective was - or why they had come - but one thing was clear - the supposed PEACE in the Galaxy had been a lie all along - and this just proved it.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 9, 2018 19:27:56 GMT -8
Shadow had barely moved for days. Altair had brought him here yet had not come to debrief... no... interrogate him yet. He had refused all food and drank only enough to stay alive, but even that left him with terrible dehydration headaches and he was unable to sleep - no doubt Altair's plan - to let him sit and think a spell, interrogation tactics that worked on even the strongest of minds and bodies - and his was no exception. He had begun to lose track of time after the third or fourth day, and he had begun counting the time in his head simply to help it pass easier.
He had marked another day and a half before he felt it. First it was a sound like a hurricane from the North, and then the air went stale and cold - a chill passed straight through his bones and he couldn't help but be reminded of Jabiim... the cold dark wet planet where his entire life had changed - where he had lost his brother to the hand of that Monster - Viox Savage - little more than a tool of the First Order. He raised himself to his feet and banged his hands against the shielding that kept him contained yelling as loud as he could manage after so many days of perfect silence. "They're Coming! The Savage of Jabiim is coming! LET ME OUT!"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 7, 2018 14:01:27 GMT -8
Moments after Lucian hit the auxiliary hanger bay he was already shouting orders. He didn't care about rank or decorum - if his gut was correct then the Jedi Base was about to be hit by a shock team of First Order or perhaps even Sith Commandos. So much for the supposed 'peace' in the galaxy. With their Hammerhead being out of commission they would have to commandeer another ship to make it to the surface but before Lucian could get his barings enough to realize that no ship had been prepared per his orders Jez was already approaching him.
"They dont have anything space capable... this isn't a space station, Luc... its an orbital defense platform."
"WHAT? They've got to have a fighter or two they can spare?"
"If they do you'd have to argue with Culex about releasing one to us - everything up there is on lockdown."
Lucian's face grew blank as he surveyed the area around them. The hanger was largely cleared to make room for the pieces of the Hammerhead that were already being disassembled and brought in for repairs. Along with that a pair of the recently reconstructed V-wing air speeders - which had been broken down and stored on the Hammerhead in case they were needed for inter-atmospheric recon missions. Lucian's eyes focused on them for a moment and then he smirked. Already Jez was shaking her head, her eyes growing wide in what could have been fear.
"Lucian! You cant possibly be serious... The air speeders were not meant for non-atmospheric flight. They WONT FLY in space!"
"They dont need to fly..." Lucian called out already moving past her shouting orders to secure the deck and clear the hanger. Almost at his word his command crew hopped to moving to do as instructed. It took several moments more for the Orbital Platform staff to begin following suit but before much longer everything was secured and the two V-wing Air speeders were prepped for launch. "Latch them to the deck with the "Requiem's" tow cables and pass word for Celux to perform a 0.04 percent retro burn on the thrusters... Tell him to angel us towards the planet and Felucia's gravity will do the rest."
"Even if you do achieve enough forward momentum within field of artificial atmosphere inside the platform to reach the planet, without constant shield modulations going through atmo you'll burn up and die... and then there is the storm."
"Little bad weather never bothered me... Lucian called out in reply as he recovered an atmospheric rebreather and compression suit from a nearby trunk and quickly changed on the flight deck - Jez standing there watching him with her arms crossed over her chest.
"You still need someone to modulate the shield frequencies... someone capable of several modulations a second." Her voice was flat and deadpan just as she stood there completely immobile watching him prepare to kill himself in the most spectacular fashion.
"Already got someone in mind... second best pilot in the fleet actually..." Lucian cracked a slight smirk and grabbed the mask that went with the atmospheric suit and took off at a jog across the hanger towards the prepped V-wing. Jez didn't move for several more moments watching him open up the dual cockpit and climb in. She glared at him even though she was sure he wasn't paying her any more mind before finally pealing off her shirt to change into the second Atmospheric suit Lucian had just happened to leave casually on top of the crate he had pulled his from.
By the time Jez had joined him Lucian had already finished the preflight checks - had to override several safety features that would allow them to do what he had planned and powered down the weapons systems diverting the power from them towards the engines. The original design for the craft had not even had shields equipped - it was one of the first modifications the crafts had undergone with Gadriel had commissioned them built on Mon-Calamari years before. Lucian and Jez had actually come up the ranks in Gadriel's Navy piloting these craft - he had flown dozens of combat missions in them before they had been promoted into the fleet itself piloting the Aureks. What he would have given for a pair of those craft now.
The speeders screamjet propulsion system fired to life as the craft lifted off the deck of the hanger testing the pull of the toe cable they had been attached to. What he was attempting had been done before - using tractor beam technology to push rather than pull the craft into the atmosphere of the planet - but it hadn't been done from this distance - even though the defense platform was technically still in low orbit a ship would have been far closer.
"Preflight complete - ready to initiate screamjet thrusters"
"Screamjet systems online - fuel reserves at full - power transferred to the shields."
While Jez was a smart ass with a mouth most of the time - when the two of them were in a cockpit together they worked in perfect sync and she would never dream of doing anything to jeopardize that - in point of fact she wasn't capable of it - their twin clone-pod had linked them in such ways that even though Gadriel had focused on each of them creating their own personality they were incapable of disagreeing with eachother when it came to matters pertaining to their craft - in this case they were the second best piloting pair in Gadriel's Navy - second only to Janus who served on Altair's personal guard.
By now the tow-cable was being strained to the limit and they were just waiting for the thruster rotation from the defense platform to complete the microscopic rotation needed to shoot them in the right direction.
"Rotation complete - prepare to detach... ... ... Detach now!"
"Cable detached!" A split second passed and the shields that kept the hangerbay's atmosphere breathable dropped and the with the tow-cable no longer keeping them in place the small airspeeder shot at top speed into the dark cold vacuum above Felucia's atmosphere. Record speed was just over 1400Kmph in the moments before their jets no longer had the air to function they were moving just below 1300Kmph... and maintaining that speed they would move into the planets atmosphere in a little under twenty minutes.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 5, 2018 21:04:31 GMT -8
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN GONE?"
Lucian's voice carried well over the near empty command module of the Orbital platform. His ship - the last remaining relic of Gadriel's fleet recently arrived from the action over Rendili was deemed too brittle to attempt the atmospheric entry to the planet and so was placed at space dock to await repairs. The technicians had adviced scrapping the outdated Hammerhead Corvette all together but Lucian had vehemently refused and because of the argument that had ensued he had refused to let ship out of his sight. Because of that Lucian and Jez had remained on the orbital defense platform oddly named the "ganon cannon" or some such non-sense to make certain these ass backwards repair droids did not scrap his ship the moment his back was turned.
It had been by sheer happenstance that he had been the moment the Sith Cruiser had appeared just on the edge of their longest range scanners. Needless to say the night shift aboard the station was not fully prepared for what had come to pass, but luckily the stations A.I. Culex never slept. And it was to that A.I. that Lucian was now shouting at - apparently the battle line cruiser had been there one moment then gone the next with the readings of a hyperspace tear in its wake.
"Well if they jumped where did they go?"
He echoed back to the voice that wasn't actually speaking. Lucian didn't know what the A.I. was doing - no doubt already several steps ahead and calculating possibilities and tracking the ships position. Lucian wasn't the type to wait - raising Jez on the Comm and nearly shouting into it.
::Jez Comm the planet - contact - battle cruiser unknown intent or origin.::
It didn't take long before Lucian was met with the reply. All communications too and from the planet had been jammed. It didn't take an A.I.'s computer to figure this one out. They were under attack.
::Jez prep us a ship... we're going down.::
Without even waiting for Celux to reply Lucian left the bridge at a flat sprint making his way as quickly as possible to the platforms hanger bay. He had to get planet side - the Jedi had to be warned - he had no way of knowing however that it was already too late.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 5, 2018 13:21:31 GMT -8
Dutch you and I are playing grunt work for the good guys while all the force users have their fun!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jun 5, 2018 10:05:39 GMT -8
Transport and Resupply ships being sent to and from Felucia were not uncommon - but over the last few days the number of them had increased slightly. Since the return of Altair and his newly classified 'rebels' from Contruum it had seemed that many and more ships were moving through the area some of which being redirected towards the Jedi Base - some towards the Planets Capital and among them travelers were few but there were some. Altair had used the broadcast on Contruum - which had been redirected to most of Republic and First Order space to send a hidden message to his Shadowalkers - issuing a recall of all forces to Felucia. Such a thing was unheard of - bringing in every Shadowalker had never been done since Gadriel had scattered them nearly a decade ago - many had deep covers that would be blown by the Order but Altair had embedded within the message an order that wouldn't be ignored. The recall wasn't tactical, or even political as his broadcast had been - the recall was for a personal reason. Since they had been pulled of Coruscant by Gadriel and turned into the 23 Shadowalkers they had not lost a single member - not until Jabiim. For the first time since Coruscant, one of their number had fallen - and the remaining 22 would meet on Felucia to mourn that loss together.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on May 3, 2018 22:41:09 GMT -8
~Main Hanger Bay~
D'lyse bunkered behind the crates and quickly field stripped his weapon. Piece by piece he broke down the blaster rifle slipping pieces into places on his armor and refitting the rifle into its sniper configuration. There was close to 35 yards between him and Trooper line, the distance out ranged 100/100 accuracy. He wasn't on a kill mission... had he wished max casualities he would have acted quite differently - his goal now was confusion, disorder, and containment. He had to keep them here as long as possible. He raised himself over the crates and fired a head shot at the trooper on the flank - they were moving towards their own exit - one D'lyse assumed was cleared of all Fuze's traps. It wasn't his mission to keep them in the hanger he had to remind himself. He raised his shoulder over the crates again but this time the barrage of fire drove him back down before he could get off a shot. Typical trooper tactics - fire enough shots and hope to hit the target. He smirked beneath his helmet and clocked his escape route. He had to assume he wasn't their main target as well, but he still had to get out - and now he was rather locked down - the only thing he could do was wait.
~StarDrives Command Deck~
*By the time Altair and his team reached the Command Deck Fuze had already worked his way into the first layers of their system. Select information was easy to search, and the hack was simple enough but the density of the file was much larger than a simple download.*"How much time do we need?"*Altair called out passing a hand signal for the rest of his team to fan out and cover the exits. Liz and Stitch each worked on sealing the exits they had not planned on using and now there were only two ways in and out of the Command bridge. There was only four of them now."If you want the entire Schematics on Rendili's entire line i'm going to need at least an hour... probably more."*It wasn't going to be possible - four against a hundred, with backup on the way. Within 10 minutes more troopers would be docked and within 20 they would be over run.*"Focus on the Cruisers and the support craft... the two capital ships that we spoke of and the fighters. That should cut it down a bit... Once you have it wipe everything. Clear the entire database... I dont want anything left for them to use. And if this place has a self destruct... set it."*It was a long shot a structure this large would have fail safes against intrusion and espionage a single self destruct would never have been put in place. If they had time then they might have been able cause trouble for the intruders, and if they had full access to the system but the extraction and the destruction of the ship blueprints would have to be enough. Crippling this Shipyard was now their mission priority.
~Gadriel'lora'lya~
The cruiser drifted like a dead stick through space - the last real threat from Master Gadriel's fleet floating powerless - abandoned by all hands save the Captain. Only one could have ordered him off this ship and had Nakor not known Gadriel so well he would have believed what he saw to be the hallucination of an oxygen deprived soul failing to make peace with the fact that he was about to die. It had taken more time than optimal to reroute emergency power from life support to the door systems and even more than that to make his way across the entire length of the cruiser without the assistance of the turbolifts. Luckily with the artificial gravity drive down Nakor didn't have to run the entire way otherwise the oxygen use would have done him in before he cleared the first two decks but now one last closed door remained between him and the Hanger Bay and Nakor was running on vapor - his lungs burning - his eyes filling with blood blurring his vision - his skin growing more and more cold by the moment. Life support near the hanger was almost none existent. Nakor rested half floating in the air just outside the doorway unable to summon the strength or coordination to splice the control panel...
Nakor's fingers closed around the last piece of his beloved orange. It was a ritual of sorts, he had always saved the last piece for Gadriel regardless of where he was, and even since the Bothan Jedi's death Nakor had continued to save that last piece. His eyes opened blinking taking one last look down that corridor he had come from. At first he assumed the russet colored blue was only his fading eye sight, and then he believed the hallucinations had finally caught up with him - but it wasn't until he saw the figures obscured outstretched hand call the orange from his frozen fingers did Nakor know what he was actually experiencing - then the words of his General played once more through his head.
Commander Nakor... You are relieved. Get off my ship...
Nakor would have smiled - he might even have laughed. He once told the Jedi the only way he would surrender this ship was over his dead body, or by Gadriel's word. He felt a cool breeze - but he must have been imagining that as well, the air systems were long disabled. He heard the door open behind him and then he realized what was happening The breeze pushed him into the hanger bay... the ship he was after - Gadriel's Orange Aurek-class assault fighter was right in his path - they had always kept it dead center as sort of a monument to what he meant the crew. The momentum from the push sent him into the ship and it didn't take long for the cockpit to sense his presence and open. The ships hardwired droid fired up the engines the moment Nakor's body was sensed in the cockpit and the ship sealed itself moments later. The ships internal pressure system quickly worked to ready the ship for space travel but Nakor was only hanging on by a threat. He looked up with just enough time to see the Ghost of his Master raising his hands - his glowing white eyes radiating light towards the ship and a bolt of lightning towards the nearest control conduit. The power buildup was tenuous at best but with the reworks Nakor had put in place the ship was a powder keg and Gadriel just lit the fuze... The hanger bay doors opened and the ship lifted off just as the explosion consumed the hanger bay. The Aurek's shields took a beating - but the engines pushed the smaller craft clear of the ship before the explosion could overtake the craft. Ship combusted silently and without grandeur several moments later the explosion internalized by the vacuum of space. The ship that appeared to escape the blast was no where in sight.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on May 3, 2018 20:39:21 GMT -8
Or Just create the perfect clone and then use Stolen Chiss Technology to Mass produce them... oh wait... I already Am... About halfway there too!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on May 3, 2018 6:55:20 GMT -8
GA doesn’t really exist... and any power or authority that they had they signed away. So do your thing man! Don’t let anyone ever bring ya down!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Apr 30, 2018 16:25:31 GMT -8
When Gadriel was master librarian he hid a secret chamber beneath the base that has a lot of old hand written texts in it, as well as a few special items... he wasn’t about technology so anything important from his reign as Master would still be down there!
Good luck!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Apr 27, 2018 23:45:26 GMT -8
My main and a few NPC's will be 'present' but unless anyone breaks into the Cloning Facility where i have my project running I will not be taking part in the raid as a whole - I might post a few times NPCing my army against Savages but unless someone specifically wants the Cloning Facility for some reason my Main wont be taking part in the Raid other than the aforementioned Battle Posts that i might put up as i progress a few other parts of my story.
That being said - if any of you baddies want to throw a punch or two at me I would not be opposed to writing back, but it seems like everyone is already paired off so its not imperative that I join.
P.S. Viox if you want a rematch - for Jabiim it will probably have to be another time - You'll have your hands full with Aer. Also Shadow is in jail on Felucia... so if you want to put Locklear somewhere in there and do a rematch between the two of them I would also be game.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Apr 26, 2018 11:42:04 GMT -8
Welcome back Dutch. There are a few things going on... The war with the first order is sort of at a stand still because of a treaty that was signed basically surrendering the galaxy to them. There are resistance fighters banding together and still fighting them though. Also Felucia is about to be invaded by a group of Sith known as the Blackguard Reborn.
You can jump in wherever you want! Altair is finally back on Felucia (unknowingly preparing for the battle) so if you want you can meet up with him.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 24, 2018 11:05:07 GMT -8
Altair first showed himself on this Universe on the Lake Country - then went to New Vertica on Nar Shadda - Then Rendilli orbit. So if you wanted to follow his story that's where you should look.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 24, 2018 10:45:49 GMT -8
Hey I love Miss Congeniality! just let me know when and whats up and i'll tell you where I am at the time. Probably wont be on felucia after the coming Sith raid tho.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 23, 2018 21:52:10 GMT -8
Are you American?
I’d just as soon destroy the smithsonian... to build a history museum, in California, as destroy a piece of history that is that Base. The only reason you lot are even here (on this planet) is because of Raven Alora and her team. They wrote here for years... close to a decade. Before you guys made this place your home. And now you’re just going to Archive that. Sure. Great plan.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 23, 2018 21:41:40 GMT -8
You guys arnt seeing the point... to anything I’m saying. So I’m done trying. Do what you want.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 23, 2018 21:37:50 GMT -8
The Blackguard Have 2 locations on Iridonia... and both see plenty of use and are used for 2 separate types of Rp... just like here should be.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 23, 2018 21:36:13 GMT -8
And mike this isn’t about the base being destroyed IC... like I said it’s happened many times before. This is about the boards being archived (thrown out) because it’s an old toy and you lot want something new and shiny.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Mar 23, 2018 21:32:13 GMT -8
Then there is no need to remove the boards. Go build your temple elsewhere if you want... Felucia is a big planet. Pick a city... build it there.
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