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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 23, 2018 18:06:50 GMT -8
Jabiim - ruins of Choal - 2 days after Empire Day
The First Order had done a good job of rounding up the citizens of Jabiim, the resistance that the two shadowalker's had attempted to form had crumbled the day prior to Empire Day. The promise that shadow had made had come to fruition, it had saved them all from the wrath and tyranny of the First Order... No one that had been within the city walls had survived, and only a handful had made it out. Those that had, made their way to the nearest entrance to the mines only to find it had been sealed from the explosion. Baring anything better they had sat there and watched their city.
In the late hours of the night the Jedi were said to have come to save Jabiim, Shadow had appeared again and told the people to fight. A battle had begun within the city walls, the people had risen up in vein against their oppressors and they had been slaughtered in droves by the dark troopers that had followed the Sith Lord. It was said that a Jedi had been seen defending some of the citizens, and in the late of the night he had even faced off with the Sith Lord himself. They fought upon the battlements of the fort surrounded by a dozen Recon droids all projecting their battle into the skies above, it could be seen for miles. The Jedi had made a good showing for himself, but it was clear he was no match for the Sith Lord - in fact something did not seem right about him at all. He had taken several marks upon his body - saber, lightning, debris - but nothing seemed to mar his appearance. The rain was coming down but he did not seem in the least bit wet. Blood coated the ground, but none appeared on his body. He fought hard for the defense of the city but in the end it became more and more clear the Sith would win, it was only a matter of time - it seemed clear the Sith was toying with him.
The Jedi's end was near, the storm over Choal had intensified the lightning illuminating the image of the Destroyer that loomed over the city. The troopers had corralled the last pockets of resistance into specific areas, areas that had been targeted by the Destroyer and within moments the capital ships turbo lasers had turned them to ash. The Troopers quickly retreated to the base and had begun evac to the ship above while the ship continued to systematically destroy the city. Hope was quickly fading for Choal, the only shred of it left was the view of the Jedi still fighting for them in the sky above, falling to his knees before the Sith Lord. The Bothan's skin rippled and then vanished revealing the stealth suit of Shadow, ripped and torn, half covered in saber burns and blood, his striking blue eyes staring up at the Zabrak in one last show of defiance.
The projections from the recon droids cut out before the deathblow was struck, but the last hope for the city was gone. They were handed over to the fire now, and the fire was coming down upon them. What they could not see however was the ship coming down through the lightning. The well placed proton beams that cut the destroyer's shields and momentarily cut its power. The tech was old, taken from the Chiss destroyers that had brief capability of bypassing shield tech but it could not cause any real harm. What it did give them was time away from their targeting computers to drop into hover mode over the base. The landing ramp came down and a figure wearing a dark trench coat fell from the ramp followed soon after by 5 heavily armed and armored clone commandos, all of which opened fire upon the Sith Lord. Altair engaged the Sith alone while the five troopers pulled out Shadow two of them activating their jump packs to return the injured shadowalker to the ship. Altair was giving the Sith Lord everything he had, every trick pulled out, every weapon he had brought to bear against the Sith. The Zabrak seemed to be taken off guard for a moment and was on the defensive but that wouldn't last long. The three remaining troopers took up defensive positions and the moment Altair fell back they gave the Sith hell once again, and then as one all four of them took to the skies, Altair's Jet boots sending him up burning themselves clear of fuel to return him to the ship. The recon droids split up half flying towards the ship, the other half towards the Sith exploding one by one to cover their escape. They were a mere nuisance and the Sith was onto their game now, and with an arc of splitered lightning they all were gone and he simply looked up with narrowed red eyes as the ship vanished - its cloaking tech taking over before the Sith could engage or the Destroyer could lock them. In and all the extraction took only a handful of moments, and then they were gone... leaving Choal to its fate, and taking the story of what happened here with them.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Feb 21, 2018 9:39:35 GMT -8
This should be interesting... When is this going down, I have some prep to do for this SL.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 14, 2018 7:54:44 GMT -8
Nakor half raised an eyebrow as he listened to the aforementioned pirate threatening him, now claiming to be a long lost Jedi 'Watchman'. While he had ordered his transponder codes already checked and double checked he was still running through the last few words he had said in his mind, now checking on the ships current capabilities - most of the ship was still offline - either out of power or still under boarding lockdown until the bridge crew was captured and the captain was forced to uncripple the ship or lose his command crew... or they had a hacker skilled enough to bypass the security safeguards that kept the ship from falling under enemy control in the middle of a battle. The Empire had seen to those many years ago. By then the codes had been checked and rechecked against the database the ship had downloaded from Felucia's mainframe before leaving on this missions - the codes were ancient, but if his story was true they would be. Running his fingers along the return transmission button upon the arm of his chair he considered his options then decided not to give this 'Jedi' a worse time than he was obviously already having. Taking a cruiser of that size with limited crew count was not going to be easy. Finally pressing the comm button he spoke...
::Very well Master Matango, you have the lead... for now."
Unless he was willing to send transports to help secure the ship there was little more that he could do at the moment - especially with the Jedi's supposed pirate crew spread throughout the ship. The volley they had sent at the ship earlier would have done little more than knock a few of them off their feet, but if he began targeting key points without knowing the Jedi's exact locations he could kill someone - and that was not something he would risk - not if there was even the slightest chance that this man was truly he said he was - unfortunately for Nakor, this Jedi Master had had no dealings with Gadriel and so he had never met him personally. He would have to trust the Jedi at his word, and the codes he was giving as accurate, because no one in this history of the republic Navy had ever faked transponder codes to get what they wanted. Nakors lips pursed but he remained motionless giving the order for his felt to take up pen-gate positions around the Brigand but not engaging.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 13, 2018 21:43:28 GMT -8
EXACTLY! It’s much more impressive when you take Into account they “won” that battle without them!
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 13, 2018 20:45:22 GMT -8
~Contruumite 6: Auxiliary Communications Station~*The body of the comm tech hit the floor with a gentle thud as Altair stepped past the unconscious and quite unlucky technician and slipped into his station raising his hand to the earpiece alongside the communications transmitter built into his collapsible helm*::Wraith 1, in position... sound off::*Call signs from the rest of his command team - Wraiths 2-6 all chimed in indicating they had taken their positions across the infrastructure of the orbital space station. On normal days the space station monitored and controlled all traffic moving to and from the planet - it was also the buffer for all communications moving through this sector of space and likewise - on normal days - the hub for that communications network is the main communications platform at the top of the satellite. The auxiliary comm station that Altair had... confiscated... was the backup relay in case of emergencies. Whenever the main power breakers were thrown - such in the case of a satellite wide power failure - certain key systems such as life support and airduct control were given emergency power first. The Main communications relay was too expansive to regain power quickly, and so this relay station was set up several decks lower and linked into the main power conduit so as to be able to pass communications for help or other emergencies signals needing to be passed quickly through the network that the Main Comm station held dominion over... so this place was perfectly positioned for exactly what Altair had in mind.*::Wraith 1, positions are set... are a go?::*Altair had something very specific in mind - and to pull off what he had planned the timing would have to be perfect - such was the case that made him bring his best. Gadriel's personal guard had been hand trained by the Jedi to his armies but that was a different time, ever since Altair had taken command he had turned them all into saboteurs, spies, assassins, marksman... they were the best, with skills ranging the entire military spectrum. Sometimes Altair questioned how the now long dead Jedi would look upon the Army that he had trained to defend Felucia, but those questions were rarely dwelt upon. Altair's losses over the last year had been too great for such illusions of acceptance. Half of his fleet lost in Chiss space. Darius dead on Jabiim, 2 shadowalkers failing to report - no doubt captured by the First Order or dead, countless lost from the ISB assault on Theed, Nakor... whose sacrifice at Rendilli had bought them the time they had needed to cripple the StarDrives construction system and escape with the plans necessary to build any ship they would need. The weight of the dead hung on his shoulders, leaving him no option to second guess the choices that had brought him here. And now the so called Galactic Alliance meant to court peace with the source of all that death. ~Not today...~*::Aye... go!::Several power outages at key points throughout the power structure of Orbital Platform III began to read on the monitors on the command station's bridge - the resulting cascade of power relays and backup systems tripping as a result causing the system to momentarily freeze before putting itself in restart mode - all before the system or anyone monitoring it could tell it, and they had been played. Backup power reinforced life support and air duct control - all outgoing and incoming traffic had been halted and all hanger bays put on hold for receiving, the shielding recycled itself, and communications passed through auxiliary control room one... which was now unresponsive.*Back in the Auxiliary Control Room Altair's fingers flew across the keyboard of the station he had hacked into. Several organic wires had connected his wrist-gaunt to the monitor and mainframe computer terminal accessible from this station and he worked quickly passing the 'hacked' source code of his message into the the communications system. Within minutes the full power of this entire systems communication station would connect his message to every terminal, monitor, comm piece, and receiver within the system, unless one were blackout drunk, asleep, or dead... they would hear the following message - and those near any holoprojector linked to the Holonet would see the transmission that followed... and as it began to play, Altair disconnected himself from the control system and Wraith's 1-6 all went dark - engaging their cloaking devices and moving to their exits.*"Soldiers of the Galactic Alliance...A holoprojection of Altair sliced through the comm network sprang to life on all connected holonet devices, be they on the station itself - the ships in orbit, and any open system that did not require an independent hack to access."You have all come here for different reasons, you have either fought and bled for this galaxy, and for its freedom - or you have come because you cannot stand by and watch the Leaders of this Alliance sue for peace and keep a clear conscience. I am not here question your means or your morals, I come with a message. On battlefields across the stars the downtrodden and oppressed have been brought into this fight... a fight that some believed was to be fought on some distant star, or some god forsaken battle ground - fought among soldiers knowing why they were there. We were wrong. The First Order brought this fight to the citizen's of Jabiim...The Holo image of Altair faded and pirated and spliced footage from an Recon droid was fed through the holoconnection linking every soul there, with the horror Altair's men faced on Jabiim...Jabiim - Choal. Central Square.Locklear stood in the city's central square as dozens of people were being rounded up against the wall of a building. A firing squad was already lined up and ready. The rain sodden air was thick with fear. But the time had come. Anyone associated with those who had been captured were rounded up. As the final citizens of this group were dragged or shoved into the group, Locklear signaled to the firing squad.Troopers! At the ready!The dozen Storm Commandos raised their rifles, thumbing off the safties. Noting they were ready, Locklear turned his helmeted head to the crowd as rain pelted him. It was cold and wet here. But this rebel cell would soon be nothing more than a minor footnote in the planet's history. Steeling himself, he gave the order.Fire!And just like that, a dozen blaster rifles discharged into the crowd. Desperate pleas and cries for help could be heard, but Locklear ignored them. Civilians fell rapidly. As this group was being executed, several more had been assembled and their respective commanders gave the order. Soon the shouts and pleas were drowned out by the rhythmic chatter of blaster rifles... The deaths of the citizens of Jabiim faded... the dirt and the rain disappearing to the view of the lovely city of the Theed, and a beautiful view of the Palace - a time stamp to validate its origin - taken from a security recording device in the Palace District
"To the peaceful Capitol of Naboo..."
A barrage of turbo laser fire smashed into the Royal Palace. While the intention of the First Order was not total destruction, but a warning, the damage was intense. Whole sections of the room and upper floors collapsed, and there was high casualties among security forces and staff alike. The bombardment of the serene palace quickly cut to another security device - this time in the streets of the city itself - hacked out of a different security Device - but the image was clear.Rather than wait any longer, the last FO company fulfilled their last orders for this operation.
With the communication block lifted, orders to activate the hundreds of cannisters placed around the city came through. Originally intended to butcher a GA division, ever increasing severity of the combat in space now preempted that move, but why wast good Dioxis? The gas had been placed by retreating troops, and there was certainly a huge amount now in place.
The Captain in command input his code, and the ominous green gas began to spew out of the many containers. The final FO shuttle finally began to withdraw into the sky. The image of Altair returned - he was a hard man - and the armor he wore while clearly heavily modified had seen recent action and there was even still dried blood upon the white scarf he wore about his neck holding back the black dreadlocks. But even with all of this a look was in his eyes as if he was watching the horror the First Order had brought to the innocent of the universe right along side everyone watching now - and when he spoke again there was no faking the compassion and the pain in his voice."These images are how the First Order brings peace... They've said it themselves... Loyalty, and Obendience. This is what happens when you do not obey. This is what happens when you stand against the First Order... THIS... was the price of freedom for the citizens of Jabiim, for the peaceful residence of Naboo. This is what happens when you misbehave."While Jabiim was a remote backwater that hadnt held a census in many years - probably since the presence of the first Empire - Naboo held extensive records of Theeds populous, and it had only taken days for the death toll to be calculated. As the emotion behind Altair's words began to show on his face the image faded and in its place sprawled the names of the dead. Hundreds fallen from the orbital bombardment, dozens more carpet bombed by the TIE fighters and Bombered that had been let loose upon the city. Another score slain by the soldiers. A longer list than before hundreds more by the count fell victim to the gas. And another three dozen found in the wreckage after the battle had been over. Of the several thousand dead on Naboo, a shorter list came through, only a hundred or so... all of them Galactic Alliance Soldiers, Security Volunteers, or Palace Guards that had fallen during the attack. The statistics were clear... the focus of the strike had not been Naboo's military. There was a silence as the names finished sprawling through before the image of Altair returned - this time the same hard man, but gone was the emotion... the only thing that remained on his face was anger, and it reached all the way up to his eyes as he spoke again."We shall have peace... We shall have peace when the First Order answers for the burning of Naboo and Jabiim, and hundreds of other worlds! We shall have peace... when the First Order leadership are held responsible for the soldiers who died on Dantooine, and the Jedi whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead at the gates of Ossus are avenged! When this self proclaimed Emperor... Nicademus' head is impaled upon a pike for the sport of the crows. We shall have peace."Several more images began to play out across the holonet. Fallen Stormtroopers, tanks on fire, TIE fighters spiraling out of control only to crash against the barren ground, graffiti written in blood across the gates at Jabiim, Storm Troopers captured on Naboo and the acquisition of remaining cans of Dioxis, An brief image of the High Admiral Viox Savage stepping from the ruins of a cell, soot and dirt and flame tattering his cloak and covering his face, An image of Nicademus addressing endless ranks of Troopers on Muunilist or Bastion with a laser sight dot on his chest, Image after image playing faster and faster cycling through all victories against the First Order playing throughout the silence until it finally stopped on a single symbol - the symbol of the Bothan Clan Arya dyed blood red against a black field with a silver Vibrosword through the center. Then Altair's form returned to leave one final message before the transmissions were cut and regular comm lines were reestablished."I will not speak for the rest of you... But I plan to misbehave."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 13, 2018 19:07:27 GMT -8
As Awen moved Spade and Crash out through the security checkpoints and across the the base towards the Medical wing - where the remaining Clone soldiers would be operated upon now that the Jedi Master had cleared them and granted them leave of the Base. Patch moved towards the Master at the question - even though it was not directed towards him with Dutch being in surgery for the last several hours he wouldn't have heard all of the updates.
"Excuse me Master, the teams are still combing over the wreckage, but its believed that all the wounded have been recovered and a full tally of the fallen is now being processed - the wounded were taken to the Medical wing, the rest... nearly 8000, are outside the base walls, a temporary camp has been erected for them until they can all be moved... I am about to return to the the Hanger to oversee the rest of the salvage team myself - with your leave, sir?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 9, 2018 8:17:43 GMT -8
More than a few nervous glances were exchanged by the bridge crew as the words “Dioxis” and “Winchester” came through the speakers at the same time. He was a known pirate, and even though it proven fact he bore little love for the first order it was not a peaceful thought having such a potentially deadly weapon in the hands of someone like that - or in any hands for that matter. Nakor must have felt the same because when he replied only moments later his voice held little room for negotiation.
::I’ll be damned, son, before I see a weapon like that fall into the hands of filthy Pirate... Prepare all weapons, blow that scrape heap from the sky...::
Nakor kept the line open, to be sure that the pirate had heard the order to destroy them be given. He hasn’t certain how this would all unfold yet but he was in a stronger position right now and if the Pirate believed Nakor was willing to kill him then it would make him more inclined to bargin, retrieving the dioxis was a good plan, even if it was a Pirate who had come up with it as a lie no doubt to save his own hide.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Jan 7, 2018 14:39:01 GMT -8
Awen's smiled turned more exceedingly more joyful when she noticed Aerandir moving through the checkpoints and making his way towards them. Dutch had been recovering and it was only a matter of time before the rest of them would be doing to the same.
"Aerandir!"Awen called out in her musical voice, raising a hand to cover her eyes and lowering her head slightly - an action that was something akin to a bow distinct among her people."I am sorry I have not come to see you, I've been kept busy as you can see, and I am about to be even more busy."
Awen moved aside and let the Jedi Master and the dated clone trooper talk, continuing to monitor Dutch the entire time, but her eyes also moved to the other two clones, watching them for any sign of agitation - since their chips had not been removed yet. It was doubtful they would, from what she had read during the recovery time the chip malfunction was a singular incident that was fixed, and the order given to exterminate the Jedi was a separate incident all together - and the chip simply did not allow them to refuse. Still Awen was a little nervous for Aerandir - not that she would ever show it.
"Dutch, If you will I will take Spade and Crash and prep them for Surgery? I see no need for you all to remain here, the rest of your men can be brought into the medical wing - With Aerandir's permission of course."
She gave the Jedi Master a bright smile, knowing how he liked to be called by his name and not his title - she had learned to respect that in Jedi... Gadriel was the same way.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 30, 2017 21:11:03 GMT -8
Awen nodded and moved to the side of the bed where he lay to be on hand should he need assistance, but she knew better than to help a recovering soldier, their pride wouldn't allow such things. So she stood by and held tight to her datapad until Dutch asked after the Jedi - not a strange request coming from him. Last week for him, they had been his commanding officers, maybe even in his friends. Jedi had that effect on the men they trained and fought side by side with. She learned that from her years patching up the army of one. She gave Dutch a slight smile and nodded slightly looking back down at her pad as she began entering commands.
"The records from those times are largely incomplete, it would depend on the exact Jedi you are asking for... Do you have a name?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 30, 2017 16:36:25 GMT -8
Nakor slipped the last slice of orange into his mouth before sucking the juices from his fingers and rubbing his hands free of the orange peel skin still clinging to them with a satisfied smirk. He gazed about the control bridge before looking out the viewpoint window towards the ship. Still no reply. He had given them plenty of time, but after his transmission had been sent there was no return ping in the comm system to let them know it had been received. He hummed deep in his throat as he considered his position. Transmissions from Altair's shadowalker on the planet had informed him the ground action was over and that cleanup and the final count of the dead was still ongoing. Nakor had no particular love for this planet over any of the others, but Altair had spent some time here as a child, he would not take this news well, and he been here the enemy ship would have already probably been blasted from space - luckily for everyone aboard the Enemy ship that he was not. Nakor moved back to his chair and sat down.
"Single shot... right at the bow. Don't hit anything important - just let them know we're here."
The Hammerhead Cruiser's forward cannons took a few moments to prime and acquire a relatively harmless target before firing a single volley into the hull of the Cruiser. Nakor watched as the cannon fire slammed against the hull and the silent explosion was seen by all looking our the viewport. Nakor gave a satisfied hum of approval and nodded slightly.
"That should get someone's attention..."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 30, 2017 14:56:52 GMT -8
Awen moved a scanner over the clone's body for a few moments recording his vitals and lingered around the incision on his skull for a short time. The scar was still fresh but it would heal leaving little more than a slight fracture line in his skin. if he ever chose to grow more hair, it would never be seen. Pulling back her scanner and looking over his stats on her datapad she nodded slowly - everything went according to plan, and there was no complications before during or after surgery. He was free.
"Congratulations Soldier. Your men are still in the process of salvaging materials from the wreckage of the ship, some of the base staff are on hand. And a mobile camp has been erected outside the walls of the Base. None of your men save the ones already here will have access to the base grounds until brought in for their own surgery. Of course We will not force the surgery on any of your men... however those unwilling will not be allowed to remain. I hope you will be able to convince them all of its necessity, but I leave that solely in your hands. We are the Empire, and we are not the Republic... you have no obligations to us, we are only here to help."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 28, 2017 21:33:06 GMT -8
*Altair did not return to the room that served as her office/apartment for several more days. He left no letter or not explaining why he was gone but on the second night a rose - identical to the first one left for her appeared on her pillow the night before she went to bed. Aside from that the only noticeable change that might illude to his presence was the heightening in her security the entire time he had been gone - no matter where she went she had at the least three guards with her - two always stationed outside of her office door - and during regular hours and whenever she had visitors unless requested otherwise a guard stood on the interior door of her office as well.
On the third morning Altair returned, walking into the office and dismissing the guard with a slight nod - that might have been a 'you can go now' as easily as it could have been a 'thank you, im back.' At his side walked a woman. modestly dressed but in the fashion of a court orderly or office secretary of some business or another. Altair made no introduction the woman simply walked up to Scarlette's desk and laid her credentials and her qualifications on her desk - which were quite numerous. She had apparently worked in Cloud City most of her adult life, was born here, had no ties to any business that even looked remotely Imperial - in fact the only gap in her employment record was during the years the Imperial forces had maintained direct control of the city. Altair simply smiled and kissed Scarlette on the cheek before moving off towards the window - letting her do her job. Sensing Altair would not even bother introducing her, the woman spoke.*
"Greetings Baroness-Administrator, my name is Saphron. I was assigned as your new secretary."
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 28, 2017 20:45:45 GMT -8
- Several Hours Later - Awen returned to the Medical room Dutch had been left to heal and recover his strength. The drugs she had given him hours before during the surgery would have worn off by now, and aside from a dull ache where the micro incision had been made to retrieve the Behavioral Modification Chip, there should be no other side affects - however this monitoring period was what that would come to determine, and give him time as well - and perhaps more importantly - to come to grips with all that had come to his attention. Awen moved to the bedside - clutching that datapad to her chest like always - and looked down at Dutch.
"How do you feel Soldier? Are there any more side effects of the drugs or the Surgery?"
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 28, 2017 16:21:32 GMT -8
"We'll talk about it later darlin, get some sleep you look tired..."
*He brought her head down gently upon his chest as she curled up in his arms. Wrapping a blanket around her - taken from the back of the couch - he hummed softly in the darkness until she was fast asleep. Once he was confident moving her would not stir her from her slumber he lifted her effortlessly into his arms and carried her to bed - laying her down gently and kissing her forehead before moving out of the room - he had a holocall to make.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 28, 2017 9:34:35 GMT -8
"They wont be able to get to you while I'm here... and they'll have time to cool off when you come with me to Bothawui, I've been thinking more about it, and an ambassador of your influence might be the right thing to convince the Bothan government to take our side, or at least turn a blind eye as we use their StarYards to build our fleets." *Altair whispered softly against her ear before kissing the blonde locks of hair that cascaded down her shoulder. He had been half thinking about it throughout the day, It would be easier to protect her there than it would be here, even if he did leave a Shadowalker within the city. Those damned windows... he shook his head slightly at the thought, then reconsidered the issue. One of his operatives was in a system nearby, it was a bit far but he thought he could make it.*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 28, 2017 9:29:51 GMT -8
*Nearing the orbital space dock III'shanger there would be a sensor blip indicating a shift in the hanger shield modulations that lasted for only a split second - but long enough for the Star Razer to slip into the landing bay obviously not bothering for permission or clearance. The Fury-Class Interceptor landed - finally dropping its cloaking device and became visible to the ground crews - having employed a visual cloak as well as a radar cloak and sensor cloak. Along with the thruster dampeners custom built onto the craft, only the most keen eyes or the most shaky pilots would notice it by sight or turbulence as it entered the hanger and sat down on an empty space within the hanger..
As the menacing looking ship became visible the landing ramp lowered from the center of the craft and from it walked Captain Altair Sirraf - flanked by 5 heavily armed clone troopers in Modified ARC armor. Altair himself wore a long coat -tight across the chest with a high collar that flared out at the hip allowing easy access to a gun belt that holstered a Disruptor pistol (highly illegal in most systems) and a various array of other devices including the controls for a personal shielding device. his right hand bore a gauntleted glove with a what looked to be a regular wrist computer attached to it, but upon closer inspection it would be revealed that the computer was attached to a cybernetic implant disguised by the coats long sleeve. The implant lead up the mans arm and connected to the mask he wore. Totally face concealing with 2 red optic lenses covering his eyes. The cybernetic mask only covered his face, allowing view of his hair which consisted of long tightly woven dreadlocks that fell midway down his back. Tilting his head over his shoulder he addressed the clones that followed him.*
"You have your orders... get to it..."
*Altair nodded once more and raised his hands slightly to both sides to giving them a coded hand signal and they fanned out across the hangerbay all taking various exits - two of them moving together in perfect step towards the turbolift. Raising a hand to the side of his mask he pressed a button right below his ear and the cybernetic mask collapsed into the collar of the coat he wore. Piercing green eyes surveyed the hanger until he caught sight of his entry path moving towards a different turbo lift heading to the main control deck.
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 27, 2017 22:35:49 GMT -8
*Altair sat with her, an arm wrapped around her shoulder his fingers idly playing with her hair. The evening had passed without incident, but the more he learned of the Mining guild the more he believed they would be the type to simply hire someone else to deal with their problems. A bounty hunter no doubt, or some other black bag imperial operative or assassin.
”You suspect they have ties to the first order?”
*He whispered softly, attempting to keep the conversation as relaxing as possible. He could tell she was already stressed. He was beginning to think more and more she was not adequately staffed, she would run herself into the ground doing all this leg work herself - that got him to thinking.*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 27, 2017 19:36:21 GMT -8
The clone trooper replaced his helmet and nodded slightly. And the other clones made a path towards the entrance that would lead towards the Jedi council room. ”Well let the force guide you towards the council chambers... the Jedi will find you there.”
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 27, 2017 19:28:37 GMT -8
*Altair stood outside the doorway, his eyes constantly on alert. He absolutely hated these windows, they were a security teams nightmare. There was no way he could protect anyone from a sniper in this damned city. It took several hours for the meeting to finish and when Scarlette came out of the meeting room Altair was growing uncomfortable. She needed to speak with him, and the look of the miners guild delegates set him even more on edge*.
”What happened in there? We’ll talk back at your place... I can’t protect you here.”
*Altair rounded up the rest of the security force and began ushering Scarlette back towards the shuttle platform, his eyes moving down every corridor and every window.*
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Post by Altair Sirraf on Dec 27, 2017 13:03:54 GMT -8
Awen and her staff of doctors stood by and watched as Dutch regained his senses. Awen was speaking softly to them explaining the details of the surgery and the possible after affects one might experience, if the chip was activated during the procedure the anesthetic would keep him docile but during this stage the patient might display signs of aggression, Dutch last luckily had not.
”Yes soldier, you live.”
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