Xxoxia Valuna
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Post by Xxoxia Valuna on Jul 9, 2014 11:36:50 GMT -8
Meanwhile...
The sleek black ship known as the Simic exited hyperspace, and immediately started its reentry procedures.
"We're here..." Enam said, stating the obvious, as both of the Flame's hands viewed the ringed planet growing as they neared it. "Do you think we'll be welcomed?" He continued, smirking before turning his gaze towards the woman next to him.
Xxoxia was silent for a moment, looking out on the alien planet intensely, before turning to Enam. "We bring something for the new Emperor, I doubt that we'll be harassed, no?"
"Aye." Enam answered with a nod. "It wouldn't do them any good to get me riled up." He laughed.
Xia gave the thought a smirk at her counterpart's ever-present bravado. How her Master had managed to teach Enam anything - other than to kill - made her marvel slightly at the Old Sith's dedication to those he deemed valuable. She had experienced this first hand, of course. As a child orphaned and taken in by the very man she revered. She had been trained, molded, beaten, but she had been saved. And though her Master's hand was heavy at times, he still managed to nurture her as she imagined a father would nurture any child. A father, she thought... a dangerous thought, but one she never allowed herself to bury completely. Xia took another look at Enam, and knew - though he'd never admit it - that the "Mad Dog" at her side also thought of Jud'dayus as his father.
"Nor would it do them any good to anger our Master." Xia added, knowing that Enam hated the fact that she continued to liken him to her, and Jud'dayus as his Master.
"Your Master seems to have disappeared, again. Along with the Temple on Tatooine, yet he's still found ways of keeping us busy running his errands." The aggravation in Enam's voice reaching it's usual guttural tone, at the thought of the Old Sith.
"Then why are you still here?" Xia quipped, turning from the view and back to a seat. "If he's not your Master any longer, why do you linger around him, and deal with his shtako, hm?" She smiled, baiting the Rouge as she often liked to. He wasn't stupid, but the process within his brain automatically switched on the rage button, and it was amusing.
"Watch yourself, little one..." Enam growled... his usual idle threat. "He owes me his death, by my hands." He answered plainly, the anger etched on his face reflecting in the plastglass of the viewing port, and back towards Xia. "It's as simple as that. I'm here until I kill the Old fugger." Enam turned to Xia. "And be sure that it will happen." He said coldly, his steely predatory eyes glinting with murderous intent.
"Well then..." Xia remarked, nonplussed as she flattened her robes. "I guess you're stuck being his errand boy then, and I'm stuck as his errand girl." She ended with a smile on her face.
"Smart ass..." Was all Enam replied, as the Simic continued it's descent towards the planet below.
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Post by Seleevan Khar on Aug 1, 2014 12:17:55 GMT -8
Three TIE Defenders exited hyperspace. No IFF designations, those had been stripped. No communication.
They flew in a triangle formation, accelerating strongly and did no attempts to get closer to the planet, seemed to fly strait for the Abyssian hyperspace lane entry. They had strong sensory activity. They had exited the Alderaan hyperspace lane.
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Crom'nen
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 4, 2014 11:37:39 GMT -8
A small luxury transport exited from hyperspace and entered a high orbit. The ship was recently stolen, but the pilot doubted that it would matter to these people, even if the theft had already been reported. She doubted it though. The owner was likely still tied to a bed, trying to come up with a way to explain his compromised position to his wife.
Inside was a red-skinned Twi'lek in black robes. She was lithe and beautiful. And she was awed. She had never felt anything like the power she felt emanating from this planet. So many Sith in one place. Astonishing. Intoxicating. Before she lost herself in the moment, she remembered that she had a job to do.
Requesting permission to land. I have come to see Lord Sinistra, and to deliver a message from my master.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Aug 8, 2014 18:17:37 GMT -8
Coms officer Bellagio checked the arriving ship, logged it into the system and transmitted the coordinates of the Estate of the Ten to the pilot onboard. The ship was stolen, but with all stolen ships, protocol dictated that if they were going to the Estate, then they were to be lost in the system. Bellagio wasn't supposed to know that, but then again, there was a lot of things she wasn't supposed to know.
Proceed to the Estate of the Ten. Welcome to Kuat and enjoy your stay.
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Post by Crom'nen on Aug 9, 2014 9:47:51 GMT -8
Thank you.
Ravage checked the beacon and proceeded to the designated area.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2014 0:13:50 GMT -8
General Zahn sat in his command throne aboard The Warlord's Fist in orbit of Kuat, with the rest of The Imperial Storm fleet holding position in orbit nearby, as he watched the latest HNN broadcast, which was currently streaming the Republic Senate Session. Although the Republic and Empire had seperated themselves, the HNN still broadcast freely in both regions of space, albeit slightly altered by the various propaganda that either side was putting out, not that the Republic was making any effort, at least when compared to the efforts Emperor Sinistra had put in to get Imperial Propoganda out there.
But regardless of whom had the better advertising, the current issue that was most interesting, was the current public broadcasting of a Republic Inquiry into the Jedi actions on Ryloth, which the Jedi had apparently abandoned to a group of Mando Pirates, to aid Kuat against Mandalorian Crusaders. It was in this moment, that the twi'lek accuser, known as Crom'nen, revealed on a publicly broadcast, live senate session, that he and the Republic Military Committee had been behind a secret ploy to convince the Mandalorians to attack Kuat. Zahn only heard fleeting pieces from the following moments as an Ewok Jedi Master decried the actions, whilst several Republic Senators voiced opinions of support of the actions that had been taken.
Vice-Admiral Aethyr suddenly turned around as the thump of General Zahn's armour clad fist impacting the arm rest of his throne echoed across the bridge of the Nebula-class Star Destroyer. As she met his gaze, she could sense an intense and seething hate burning within them, as he mute the broadcast and rose from his seat, before making his way to the front of the bridge and stopping next to her. She had a feeling things were about to get real busy for them, and it was going to be something more than just a fun little trip to some world to reinforce Imperial rule
Aethyr, how can it be that the Republic deems itself so openly arrogant, as to publicly announce to the entire Galaxy that they are the reason that Kuat was made to suffer the Mandalorian Crusades, simply to protect one of their own worlds? Has the Empire fallen so far in it's rebuilding, that we do not strike fear into the hearts of our enemies?!
I do not know, General. The arrogance of The Republic has always been great however, after all, the way they treated the Emperor when she went before them to request aid for the worlds of the Dark Tide, it was...
Disgusting! I think it's time that The Republic was taught a lesson! We shall strike an unholy fear into their hearts of what the Empire is capable of when the bear is roused! a holoscreen then appeared in front of the pair, with a freeze frame of Crom'nen and I will find him! Aethyr, order all ships to jump to Coruscant! We shall strike at their heart! Aethyr nodded to Zahn as he made his way back towards his command throne I WILL FIND HIM!
General Zahn took his seat, as Vice-Admiral Aethyr began giving out commands to the various commanders on the bridge, before her orders were relayed to the Victory II's and the Lancer's. A few moments later, the entire fleet was powering up it's engines and pulling away from Kuat's orbit, as hyperspace co-ordinates for the Republic capital world of Coruscant were input, whilst hyperdrives began to power up. Once the ships were out of the planet's gravity well, they all activated their hyperdrives and disappeared into several flashes of white light as they entered hyperspace
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 7, 2014 6:37:16 GMT -8
From the depths of space came a Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer at the blink of an eye from hyperspace. The Star Destroyer lumbered towards Kuat, home of the finest shipyards in the galaxy and the planet that housed the Galactic Empire's capital. Nicademus looked at the planet, remembering last time he was here before civil strife broke out in the Deep Core, forcing him to return and crush the rebellion with great force. He wondered who on the planet would accept him as their leader and who would needed to be shot to get them out of his way.
At that moment, a spark ignited within Nicademus and its name was ambition. He remembered this ambition well, when it earned him the chance to become Head of State for the Imperial Remnant. The same ambition that drove him to use orbital bombardment tactics to strike down a rebellious governor on Khomm. The same feeling that drove him to reaffirm Foerost's allegiance to the Imperial Remnant. It had been a long time since he tasted ambition and it was the wake up call he needed.
Calmly, the Moff nods to Titus, giving him command of the bridge for now. Nicademus proceeds to leave for the hangar below where his security detail of 2,000 Stormtroopers, 500 Shocktroops and a couple squads of Nova Troopers awaited him. They all boarded their shuttles once the Moff was aboard his and blasted out of the hangar bay. The small fleet of transports flew for the atmosphere of Kuat and the center of the Imperial government below.
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 7, 2014 17:13:14 GMT -8
The Furies enter orbit from an unknown location. Under the command of Admiral Bane, the battle group has been specializing in quick interdiction of enemy fleets by the use of The Argos under the personal command of Admiral Bane. Commodore Riter controlled the carriers and star fighters. They were old Imperial Academy chums who had a taste for destruction and profit. There was even allegations that accusd them of supplying terrorists and running Imperial weapons into the black market. But, these allegations were never founded.
Commodore Riter, the gangs on Coruscant need some Imperial weaponry. Do you know if we have enough to supply to them? Of course, keep it off the books.
He paused.
Riter, we have been ordered by High Command to hold position. Can you order your ships to hold high orbit around The Argo's and make sure the carriers have sufficient clearance to respond.
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Post by William Riter on Oct 7, 2014 17:43:44 GMT -8
Riter stood to the left of Jenssar. He was leaning over the railing on the bridge giving an order to someone at a computer showing the status of the fleet. Riter was a human, military haircut and a long hanging officer's overcoat. He oversaw every ship in the fleet other than The Argos which included
3 Imperial Escort Cruisers
w/ a total complement of
20 Bellubab-22's
80 v-19 Torrent Fighters
40 TIE/IN Interceptors
He spoke a final order to the officer
"Low-orbit and bring the Escorts to Delta formation, 3 point coverage. Relay our sensors through theirs, keep your ears open"
Standing tall he turned back to Jenssar, he stood about half a foot taller, but as he had done since his years in the Acadmey, he kept his pressence small.
"Coruscant can't get their weapons anywhere else? We have enough but it would cut into our own reserves. Have we tried the Manda'lorians? They're always killing someone"
He was unsure about their current orders, The only thing kuat had to offer was it's shipyards he always thought.
He was on a silent alert, they empire was expecting something here. Something big
"Hold position and wait for what, if I may ask Admiral?"
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 7, 2014 17:53:31 GMT -8
Bane looked over the bridge view of space. It was empty just like his soul or so he thought. Maybe there was a shred of huamnity under his Dorus skin. But, it wasn't there for long as he looked at William emotionless.
Mandalorian weaponry won't lure us into a war. We need Imperial to get the war we want. Order reserves from Imperial Navy Command Acquisitions Department. You know our usual guy won't ask questions.
He pauses and looks over the very scurrying of imperial navy personnel on the bridge.
Commodore William, we are to stay here by order of High Command. Appearently, a reunion is happening here. Shame, I wanted to hit Mykyr and blame it on the Republic. Oh well, better for us? Or, were we going to supply Terrorists on Mandalore? I forget, either way, this at least keeps us out of trouble, for now.
He looks at the communication officer.
Try hailing Imperial ships in the vicinity and link our communications up with them. But, make sure to not broadcast out unless I tell you to.
Aye Aye Admiral.
The officer begins to try and make contact with other Imperial ships in the vicinity of The Argos.
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Post by William Riter on Oct 7, 2014 18:08:30 GMT -8
Riter looked to follow Jenssar's gaze, out the window of the bridge. He could see the nose of The Argos along with the Bowside cruiser. The vast emptiness of space always gave him an ease, it was when it wasn't empty that he had things to worry about. Space was always calming
"We should use what we have, it's been only a week since our last acquisition. The records will look careless. We could throw in a case of proton bombs, give them less ammunition instead. It would make them more frequent customers"
This side business of theirs, it was amazing how horrible the empires internal security is. They had not seen action in so long that their regular supply acquisitions have started accumulating a surplus of ordnance and firepower that they have secretly been siphoning off to some big spenders in the industries of organized crime and terror.
Starting a war had always been a shared dream of theirs since the academy, arming angry revolutionaries and militia seemed to suffice for now
"Has the Empire made any mention of future action?"
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 7, 2014 18:18:12 GMT -8
Bane continued staring out.
If that's how you wish to play it. Then we will do it.
He sighed at the thought of future action.
High Command says they have plans but nothing concrete as of yet.
He walks up to the large holo map now displayed on the bridge as he had pressed the button.
Riter, what world here neads an unwanted Imperial presence, even if we do nothing. We can probably bring some local star systems to not be so at ease.
Maybe, we could even slam a world that is aligned with the Republic. But, not a world full of Jedi, we have no need to get killed.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 7, 2014 18:44:22 GMT -8
Bane looked over the bridge view of space. It was empty just like his soul or so he thought. Maybe there was a shred of huamnity under his Dorus skin. But, it wasn't there for long as he looked at William emotionless.Mandalorian weaponry won't lure us into a war. We need Imperial to get the war we want. Order reserves from Imperial Navy Command Acquisitions Department. You know our usual guy won't ask questions. He pauses and looks over the very scurrying of imperial navy personnel on the bridge.Commodore William, we are to stay here by order of High Command. Appearently, a reunion is happening here. Shame, I wanted to hit Mykyr and blame it on the Republic. Oh well, better for us? Or, were we going to supply Terrorists on Mandalore? I forget, either way, this at least keeps us out of trouble, for now. He looks at the communication officer.Try hailing Imperial ships in the vicinity and link our communications up with them. But, make sure to not broadcast out unless I tell you to. Aye Aye Admiral.The officer begins to try and make contact with other Imperial ships in the vicinity of The Argos. |
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 7, 2014 18:53:51 GMT -8
The Nemesis is picked up by the Argos and communication lines are set up. Admiral Bane, takes a few seconds to hail Admiral Titus before he goes back to talking with William.
Admiral Titus, this is Admiral Jenssar Bane of The Furies Battle Group. We are in holding pattern, do you know of any other directives from Imperial High Command? We are holding pattern and will assist in any interdiction that may be required.
He pauses.
We are awaiting your contact.
The Admiral goes back to conversing with Riter.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 7, 2014 19:23:02 GMT -8
Admiral Titus looks over at the communications officer who reviews the military channels. After a few minutes, the officer shakes his head. Another officer tries the channel that was connected to Moff Delvardus, no news there either. Calmly, Titus sighs and responds to the Duro.
Admiral Jenssar Bane, this is Admiral Titus of the Nemesis Command. We are currently holding orbit and awaiting further communication from Moff of the Deep Core, Nicademus Delvardus. Hopefully things will become clear soon, Admiral. Nemesis out.
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Post by William Riter on Oct 7, 2014 20:37:15 GMT -8
Riter thought for a moment about possible plans for their next intervention
"Perhaps we need to get our hands on some republic ordnance, perhaps gain the ability to insinuate them as players in place of ourselves. Use them to instill a disruption in their trade or alliances perhaps?"
Before a response can be made he hears the hail from The Nemesis come over the comm system. No talk of any orders, more waiting. This made Riter bored, which made him think, which began the process of questioning his ranking officers that he tried to keep in check but knew was why he had never risen to command his own fleet. He listened to the comm finish and turned once more to Bane
"Deep Core huh? I can only guess that means coruscant. Perhaps our partners there might be able to finance us with a bit of information in exchange for a greater payload. I believe It's important that we make these relationships strong with those we deal with, and that requires a bit of a give and take to establish a mutual relationship, meaning we should be taking more on our end. Also it never hurts to be ready for all situations."
He wondered if he'd be allowed to leave the ship, but knew now that they had contacted The Nemesis that his officials would notice a hyperspace jump, even a small one. He thought against it, perhaps their orders would come soon and bring with them something worth his time
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 8, 2014 6:08:05 GMT -8
No Riter, Coruscant is a core world. Has to be deeper and besides all naval intelligence points to a Republic presence on Corsucant.
Bane moved the Holomap with his long fingers as he zeroed in on Mon Calamari.
After, we deliver Imperial weaponry to Coruscant, we will show up in Orbit around Mon Calamari to investigate Republic holdings there. Maybe, even heat the water up a bit. He paused. William, I will reach the rank of Grand Admiral and I will bring this Empire to its golden age of naval domination.
He smiles as he places a long finger on Rite.
And, if I am Grand Admiral than they will have to make you a fleet admiral or something much better. But this in the future, and we have a long way to earn those promotions. And, for one I am Duros not human like yourself. But, that shouldn't matter now. The Empire is in tatters, its up to us Riter, to help mold it into a power house. And, with you and I working the navy, we will crush all those who come before us.
He paused as he moves his long fingers over the ships intercom and excitedly said.
This is Admiral Bane speaking to all the crew. Begin assessment of all ship resources and weapon systems and preform necessary maintenance. It appears we will be here a while.
He looks back at Riter.
Have your men do the same, Commodore. Its best to not waste time.
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Post by William Riter on Oct 8, 2014 17:22:12 GMT -8
Riter looked up at Bane, he looked up to him as well. His determination to rise to the heights of greatness was something of a constant inspiration to Riter, he found it comforting to serve under someone with ambition
"Mon calamari eh? That would certainly be a high profile target, but if we can plan it right, we could gain some very valuable resources."
He thought for a moment
"This would not be official imperial business though I imagine?
His answer could wait, he nodded his agreement that the ships must be maintained if they were going to be sitting here for long. Turning about he walked down the stairs to the comm station, politely taking the microphone from him he spoke to the 3 cruisers outside the ship
Attention cruiser command, this is Commodore Riter. Begin routine maintenance, check weapons, shields and check yourselves. We've got some time to kill, but none to waste. Riter out
He handed back the microphone and put a hand on the comm officer's shoulder
"I want diagnostic reports sent to my quarters as soon as we get them, if not sooner. Keep up the good work"
Comms Officer Johnson was another friend from Academy, Riter could always tell he held some resentment for not rising higher but Riter was always determined to keep up his morale, he was a good man, and an unbelievably talented technician. He was a man Riter could trust.
Walking back of the stairs he stood at attention before Bane and spoke with a small bow
"Permission to leave the Bridge Admiral?"
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Post by Grand Admiral Jenssar Bane on Oct 8, 2014 17:39:02 GMT -8
Bane looked on and said with a bit of a wry cusp.
Affirmative Commodore, you can leave. Oh, and, Mon Calamari is an intelligence visit, a show of force if you want. I do not plan to engage any naval forces, we just want to see if they are there. Our mission is simply to show them, that we are the best damn navy out there.
He paused.
When we are ready to depart, I need you to be the first in Mon Calamari to secure the closest orbit to the planet. The Argos will take a higher orbit than your fighters and cruisers. Let's make them sweat first.
He laughed as he was soon interrupted with over viewing diagnostic reports and crew reports.
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Post by William Riter on Oct 8, 2014 18:41:02 GMT -8
Riter bowed a little deeper, looking up at the end with a slight smirk before rising to his full posture. He bowed because it was the only time Bane was taller than he
"I'll prep my team, the fighters haven't seen enough action lately"
He turned and began to walk away, stopping with a thought, turning back slightly
"And thank you friend"
That was all, he turned and left the bridge with a brisk step and his arms behind his back. Entering the turbolift straight ahead, he made his way down to Deck C where his quarters were. Rounding the corner he saluted a pair of passing cadets and keyed in the access to his quarters. A warmly lit room with a large desk, neatly kept with a computer screen on top. He sat at his chair and tapped the screen on.
"Wallace"
Clearly the password, the screen flicked to life, notifying him of nothing, the diagnostics were still occuring. He keyed in the Comm button
Assault Squadron Chimera, prepare all fighters for use. We'll be leading the next hyperspace jump, running Electric Eye. You know what that means. I can't promise you a timeframe, which means those fighters should be able to fly yesterday. Hop to. Riter Out
Riter leaned back after closing the comm, relaxing
"Computer run a diagnostic on The Mirror"
With some beeps the computer replied and began running operations on his modified black Bellubab-22, ensuring the hyperdrive was functioning and such.
Riter took a moment to breath
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