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Post by Whill Shaman Dažbog on May 7, 2013 8:09:36 GMT -8
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Feb 20, 2016 19:04:57 GMT -8
Bilbringi was a system decorated with Imperial history. During the time of Grand Admiral Thrawn's control of the Imperial Navy, the planet had been dedicated to the construction of Star Destroyers for the Chiss leader and his Imperials. Further on, the planet would fall under the control of the Imperial Remnant, post 43 ABY, and would remain one of two vital shipyards for the Remnant and, later, the Fel Empire. In most recent history, however, it had become the industrial power of the New Order of the Eye, a Sith faction that was once said to be the pinnacle of Imperial might and the true beholders of the Empire's legacy... that was until today.
Its glistening shipyards orbited the massive asteroid, known as Bilbringi VII, a testament to its vital importance within this sector of the galaxy. This region was filled with debris and asteroids, giving it an immediate source of rich minerals to help with the production of ships. Several large orbital refineries hovered over the larger asteroids where crews of droids and organic lifeforms chiseled away at the deposits of various ores before being transported up to the station for refining. The system was only active because of the presence of this shipyard and these enriched asteroids, otherwise no one would give the slightest concern for this specific system.
Yet, among the asteroids and its mass of ship platforms, there were lumbering warships. A fleet of them, mere shadows of what they once were, continued to patrol the system in the hopes of one day hearing from the most dreaded Lords of the New Order of the Eye. The crest of that Sith faction was imprinted upon the surfaces of these warships as they patrolled unceasingly throughout the asteroid field and its nearby shipyards. It was hard to tell how long they had waited; according to their logs, there had been a succession of Lord-Admirals. Some had been appointed by election among the senior commanders or appointed by the right of succession; whether that person was an offspring of the previous Lord-Admiral or adopted by the most senior officer as their heir-apparent. In these years since the disappearance of their masters, the worst this 'Superior' Fleet, as they self-designated themselves, had faced were roving bands of pirates and unorganized raiders.
The present Lord-Admiral, Grond, whose grandfather served the Superior Fleet and whose father was also a Lord-Admiral and so forth down the line of the seven successors, was fanatic of the NoE. The stories told by his tutors, his drill officers and his own father had made him believe that they were superior to all, that they were the pinnacle of Imperialism and that they were the true heirs of the Empire! He regularly conveyed speeches across his fleet's communication arrays, keeping their morale up and making them believe in his own fanaticism. Yet such zeal would not save them upon the twenty day of the seventh month of this year... for it was upon that day that a flotilla of warships entered the system with one purpose: the destruction of these decadent Imperials and the annexation of the Bilbringi system.
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A regular patrol of the Superior Fleet detected several large objects approaching the system through hyperspace. Even as they conveyed the report to the Lord-Admiral and his senior staff, the small patrol of three Vindicator-class heavy cruisers would come under fire immediately by the sudden appearance of a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer along with an advancing battle line of eight Imperial-class Star Destroyers. The patrol was eradicated within moments of its report. From there, the Supreme Commander, abroad the recently christened Supremacy, a Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, ordered the full attack upon the Superior Fleet with the simple order: Exterminate the Pretenders. The advanced firepower of the First Order's fleet tore through the outdated warships of the NoE Remnant fleet. It was said that within the first hour of fighting, the Lord-Admiral was told that close to fifty percent of the Superior Fleet was in smoldering ruin. The advance was relentless as the flotilla of Star Destroyers advanced further and further into the Bilbringi system.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 7, 2016 18:51:26 GMT -8
Chaos fell upon the Superior Fleet of the NoE Remnants...
The fire superiority of the encroaching First Order fleet stabbed holes throughout the established command structure, laid down by the first Lord-Admiral. As ships fell to the blitzkrieg of Imperial forces, various officers would begin to take up their positions in order to command the fleet, only to be silenced within moments as their flagship exploded. The Superior Fleet's designated commands swiftly fell one by one as the small flotilla, led by the Supreme Commander personally, cut a bloodbath through their ranks. Attempts to counter this onslaught were met with disaster and no harm to the advancing invaders. Even riots began to form as workers, who had endured enough of the NoE's occupation, began to rise up in the hopes of securing their freedom or hoping for a change in leadership. This chaos only brought out a detrimental feature within the Lord-Admiral as madness began to take hold of him.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 28, 2016 19:10:15 GMT -8
Chaos fell upon the Superior Fleet of the NoE Remnants...
The fire superiority of the encroaching First Order fleet stabbed holes throughout the established command structure, laid down by the first Lord-Admiral. As ships fell to the blitzkrieg of Imperial forces, various officers would begin to take up their positions in order to command the fleet, only to be silenced within moments as their flagship exploded. The Superior Fleet's designated commands swiftly fell one by one as the small flotilla, led by the Supreme Commander personally, cut a bloodbath through their ranks. Attempts to counter this onslaught were met with disaster and no harm to the advancing invaders. Even riots began to form as workers, who had endured enough of the NoE's occupation, began to rise up in the hopes of securing their freedom or hoping for a change in leadership. This chaos only brought out a detrimental feature within the Lord-Admiral as madness began to take hold of him.
The Lord Admiral snaps his head upward and walks over to the communication officer. A fierce look was upon his face.Order the withdrawal of Captain Valerian's battle squadron. He has the most intact detachment among us currently. Order his ships to blunt the advance of the Imperials so we can attempt to group. Have the Crimson Helm move to the shipyard with a pair of Vindicators, I want these riots silenced!Lord Admiral, the Crimson Helm has just recently defected and cut all communication with us. It is approaching the shipyard though, most likely to aid the riots and ensure the facility falls into enemy hands! Captain Valerian is attempting to breakthrough, but that unknown Star Destroyer is ripping through his formation.Send a communication to Captain Valerian and order him to push forward with all his might! Have an open frequency be sent to the Crimson Helm and get a mutiny if you must! I want these defections to end and I want my fleet to stand firm!The officer nods quickly, afraid for his own life, as he turns and attempts to do as the Lord Admiral ordered. Some of the crew watched their leader warily; this sudden action seemed to have broken his composure and made him paranoid as well as rash in his judgment. How long would he attempt to do this? How many more would the Lord Admiral be willing to sacrifice just to keep his title and authority? |
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Innon'Ruuk
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Jun 1, 2016 13:04:55 GMT -8
A lone Tie Defender was spat out from hyperspace on the edge of the system, the skilled pilot slowed the vessel to patrol speed and approached with long range sensors on full. The pilot of the tri-winged weapon armed it's missile suites, removing safeties, engaging the HUD with tracking systems, bringing power online to lasers and ion cannons. He began sifting the comms channels.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jun 1, 2016 15:27:51 GMT -8
Send a communication to Captain Valerian and order him to push forward with all his might! Have an open frequency be sent to the Crimson Helm and get a mutiny if you must! I want these defections to end and I want my fleet to stand firm!
The riots continued to erupt throughout various mining and shipyard facilities as the remaining ground forces of the occupiers were pushed back. As the victorious First Order ships triumped and the space ways free of enemy ships, troop transports would land upon the shipyards. To the occupiers, they were seen as invaders, by the rioters, they were seen as liberators. Yet, even as the remaining troops, loyal to the deceased Lord Admiral, were pushed back by First Order Stormtroopers, the rioters would face a different fate... with the black muzzles of laser rifles. At gunpoint, they were forced to disarm and return to their work, commanded by officers and commissars among the First Order's ranks as they continued with securing the system for the First Order.
It did not take long for the flags of the Imperials to be seen throughout the shipyards. Prisoners came in droves while many more were gunned down due to stubbornness against the new overlords of Bilbringi. The Supreme Commander watched from his command ship with glee, seeing a second shipyard secure for this world. |
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Post by Sohei Ren on Jun 1, 2016 16:06:38 GMT -8
Claimed from the killing fields above Csilla, the Legacy of Thrawn; an Ascendancy Class Star Destroyer, decanted from the azure embrace of Hyperspace and stretched back into reality on the outermost elliptical edges of the Bilbringi System. Around the prow and for as far as the eye could see, the bespeckled sea of stars was stained with the remnants of the Righteous and the Impure. Broken vessels and frozen, bloated corpses spun lifelessly in the silence, painting a wonderfully vivid picture of how well the Order had fought. It was a glorious sight, and even more so that there were more of the enemy dead than their own. While Sohei could care little about the common soldiery, he did relish the moments of unabashed pride that burned through his veins upon seeing something so barbaric as genocide writ large. Thus, as the scene became ever clearer with every passing moment, Sohei had found his gaze wandering from the forward viewport, only to have it land upon the hololithic tactical display. While the New Order of the Eye was long dead, and whatever pitiful garrison that may remain within the stellar region having most likely turned their coats due to the significant absence of their Command elements, Sohei was more interested in the layout of the system and how choked the system was with asteroids and debris. Smoldering wrecks from every era, and to think they would finally find purpose in death that they failed to achieve in life.
The Knight of Ren smiled as he waved an encompassing hand over the breadth of the projection table. The First Order had come far in it's opening moves, swallowing worlds like Illaria would with the contents of a certain, special bottle of wine. As his gauntleted finished the graceful arc, a warning rune had flickered to life. Something small had materialized on the sensors. Could it be that some debris had drifted into their projected path? No, this seemed far too... Life like for something that should've been dead. With his gaze affixed to the cycling projection, Sohei had nearly missed several barked order from the Command Dias behind him, each guttural roar delegating various tasks to Officers seated at their assigned posts. Weapons were the first thing the Knight of Ren heard as his focus shifted away from the luminous display before him. From there, his mind had filled in the pieces; apparently something had happened to stir such a vigorous response from the Command Crew. As his eyes shifted towards the Captain, She yelled out that there was a signal return lighting up their sensors in the debris. It's IFF had marked it out like a bright candle amidst a darkened room. From what they had seen, no pilot from the First Order would be this stupid to arm their weapons outside a recently claimed system without first contacting Command. Therefore, it was hostile and would be destroyed without mercy. However, the most interesting thing had occurred to spark a bout of laughter from the Knight. It seemed that this return came from the prow of their massive vessel and that they had seemingly translated on top of it. Whatever it was, should they follow through as planned and forge onward, the registered fightercraft would be rammed from behind and scattered across the angular edges of their shields. Dust, to be mocked. As the event played out in his mind, the Captain had taken his laughter as permission to carry on with the operation as they had planned. Whoever was flying the TIE-series fighter was nothing more than a fly needing to be swatted, and so in lieu of a whacking device - they'd use the trophy Star Destroyer instead.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Jun 1, 2016 16:31:26 GMT -8
Alarms blared, surprising the pilot, the massive ship appeared in a blink.
This was to close for comfort for the pilot of the Eye, while he was still far enough out to out manuever anything thrown at him, he increased throttle to maximum darting away, leaving the short range scanner distance of the vessel, arching back out to the nothingness, seemingly disappearing, only to arch back in several hundred kilometers away and bee-line for the asteroid field. He entered.
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Post by Sohei Ren on Jun 2, 2016 17:41:01 GMT -8
Many things occurred in the black sea that beggared belief, but what transpired off the prow of their vessel had caused the Knight of Ren to cock a disbelieving brow. They had come to the system in the hopes of repairing and refurbishing their Star Destroyer, a fact that seemed evidently transparent as the vessel itself had just come from the murder fields of Csilla's Orbit. Again, it was supposed to be a simple task - yet as it turned out, such a thing was not meant to be. Instead of a regular patrol before docking, they ran afoul of a daring Pilot that belonged to faction long since dead. Clearly he didn't get the message and return to whence he came to live out the rest of his miserable life with a family and several bouncing baby brats. Sadly that wasn't what the future had ordained for this man, no, instead this man had to defy the odds - nay - reality itself and survive when he should've died. It railed against Sohei's pride, but the man had known better than to give into his hubris. No-one, not even a skilled pilot could remain within an Asteroid field without courting Death. So, all they would have to do is set the trap and wait. Thus, as the TIE Defender broke for the cover that the pilot had foolishly believed would save his life, the Captain of the Legacy had issued orders for the remaining Clawcraft, that had been aboard the vessel when it fell into the First Order's hands, to launch from their housings and skirt the projected exit vectors that led out of the patch. From there, as the two squadrons of alabaster clad fighter craft poured into the black with their ion engines flaring, the Legacy began to stalk towards the field, angling their deflector shields and forcing their tractor beam emitters to focus upon the wistfully spinning stellar masses in the distance. The Star Destroyer tracked the hostile fighter as it swam through the aether towards a false hope, chasing it with the vague interest of an incredibly bored hunter. As the enemy craft had slipped into the field, seemingly vanishing between the twirling rocks, the Star Destroyer had come to an abrupt halt, thanks to its forward array of retro-thrusters. And so, with the hostile fighter trapped in the rocky patch before them, the Legacy of Thrawn began the tedious task of sending the asteroids spiraling onto unpredictable vectors, with a subtle reversion of their tractor beams, that would force even the most skilled of pilot's to accept their death.
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Innon'Ruuk
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Jun 3, 2016 13:46:03 GMT -8
The pilot and craft exited the patch in one piece, only to stray head on with the destroyer, behind the enemy fighters.
pushing the Defender to full speed he dove under, banked to the left and swung the agile craft up and over to topside locking on to the command tower, he let loose a barrage of medium ion cannon fire with two concussion missiles, vectored up and straight back to his entry point to the system, engaging the hyperdrive and vanishing.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 19, 2016 17:38:23 GMT -8
Bilbringi was now one of the furthest territories of the First Order, a system that would be set upon the frontline if the First Order ever expanded Coreward. Given its status as a shipyard and due to its proximity to the Order's border, regular patrols were known to happen and frequent visits by fleets of the First Order that needed repairing and upgrading. This made Yaga Minor, its sister shipyard, be where the more secret vessel, the Resurgent-class Star Destroyer, was built. Here Bilbringi served as an outpost world for fleets passing between the Outer Rim, Inner Rim and the Unknown Region.
A strong Imperial garrison was in place, keeping the workers in line as they slaved away in the mining fields that dotted the asteroids throughout the system. The Overseer was a well-known Imperial among the ranks of the First Order and was appointed due to his effectiveness as an officer. No one got away from his iron grip unfortunately.
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Post by Innon'Ruuk on Aug 20, 2016 4:34:44 GMT -8
Exiting from the patch, the Probe droid followed an Order of the Eye route out of the system, outwards into the blackness of the great void of space, on heading towards Vortex.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Oct 13, 2016 19:36:59 GMT -8
The large ship drifted lazily through the void. It wasn't too far from the planet's shipyards, in point of fact. This was the Lictor-class dungeon ship, Akatosh, home & fortress of the 7th Novatrooper Battalion. Commanded by DB-5456 'Sordil Sillonire', the 7th Battalion was used to being the cream of the crop & having some of the most prestigious details in the Empire (whichever empire happened to be in power anyway). Currently, however, it was being assigned to babysit a shipyard. It wasn't even an experimental shipyard. It was a shipyard producing the heavily outdated, but still powerful ISDs. Well, those & any number of smaller craft.
Eight hundred troopers, even the legendary Novas, couldn't guard the entire shipyard, it was simply far too big. So in addition to the insult of being given babysitting duties, they have been jointly assigned with three other battalions. All three other battalions were either under reprimand or so comically inept that they had been put here to be out of the way. It made her nearly made enough to spit. However, there was little to do about it but do the best job that could be done. With that in mind, she had more or less taken hold of the other three majors, along with the spineless Lieutenant-Colonel that had been assigned command, by the crotch & twisted. Officially, she was following commands as ordered. In truth, she was the one issuing orders & making sure things got done. It had taken some doing, but by spreading the Novas out through the other battalions, she had managed to maintain order & actually keep a fairly solid watching rotation going. Of course there was little enough to actually do. Mostly it was checking out the few passenger shuttles from outside the complex & keeping a eye on the nearly constant flow of parts & equipment. Technically, the troops should be checking those as well, but given the competence of three fourths of the troops at her command, she somewhat doubted that any more than half the shipments so much as got opened before being allowed through.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Nov 7, 2016 5:53:30 GMT -8
Bilbringi was far from the war brewing on the other side of the First Order's territory. Yet its shipyards did not slumber as the skeletons of new Star Destroyers took shape at its shipyards and more arrived each day for upgrades and maintenance. This ensured that the workers were given their full wages from working many long hours, diligently keeping the First Order fleets afloat.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 2, 2016 16:15:56 GMT -8
Sordil was passing her little free time in the way she usual did. She wandered to random check points to see how many troopers she could catch slacking off. She wasn't biased & made sure to hit places that mixed postings as much as local troopers. With her tap into the commlinks, she was sure that they couldn't warn other stations when she was on the prowl, which meant that she could possibly walk in on anyone at any time. It was good for keeping them on their toes. It had been a good night as so far she had caught three troopers taking a nap, two groups gambling & one trooper that was 'entertaining' one of the dock workers. At the moment she was particularly enjoying chewing out another ring of gamblers (this one including a pair of Novas).
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 19:46:01 GMT -8
Bilbringi stood at the far western edge of First Order space that still intersected with Alliance held systems. It was out of the way enough, that Alaara and a couple dozen saboteurs had managed to get into Imperial Space. Tensions had risen since the attack on Dantooine, sparking the conflict between the two sides. To that end, Alliance Intelligence had indicated that the First Order was making use of the Bilbringi Shipyards to supply their naval operations. Alaara's mission was to lead a team into the shipyards, and cause as much damage as possible.
After having hijacked a supply ship, Alaara and her team had assumed the identities of the crew members. Thankfully, in a galaxy as large as this, you were bound to come across people you looked similar enough to. Well, everyone except for Alaara. She was currently hiding inside a shipping box along with a number of parts to be used in one of the ships.
Each of the six squads had been given instructions to choose a target and plant their charges. If all went well, the teams would then pull out and be clear by the time the explosives were detonated. But, assuming the situation went down south, Alaara was their back up. Although she was only a Jedi Knight, she would be more than enough of a match for most Stormtroopers.
The transport exited hyperspace above the planet, as the crew went about transmitting the clearance codes and making their approach to the shipyards. They waited with bated breath to see whether they would be cleared to land or turned into space dust
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 20, 2016 20:40:41 GMT -8
As of yet there was little reason to be suspicious. Transports came in constantly. This one however had the misfortune of being assigned a flight path that had it docking where a group of Novatroopers were doing the inspections. As the large shuttle settled into the docking slip, the three man team of Novas were waiting. Two would be doing the inspection & the last would be in the control booth ready to call in anything out of place.
As the doors to the shuttle opened, the two Novas standing there stood shocked for a moment at the small mass of people waiting beyond the hatch. This bay wasn't cleared for personnel arrival & the two troopers brought their rifles up to bear as the shock wore off. However, they didn't fire, yet anyway, due to the fact that the massed figures were wearing Imperial Technician uniforms.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2016 21:56:07 GMT -8
The teams in the cargo hold had been warned of the coming inspection, so when the door opened and the pair of Nova's came through, the crew just paused and looked at them. Thankfully they had indeed looted the uniforms of those that had been travelling on this ship, so they weren't gunned down right away. Now it was just a matter of bluffing their way past the guards, or perhaps just killing them if they didn't buy their story. One of the Alliance Saboteurs then approached the Nova's, whilst still keeping a respectable distance from them. He paused a moment, as he cleared his throat and couldn't believe the name of the Officer he was impersonating
"I'm Major Dee Ceptim, does there appear to be a problem gentlemen? I have a schedule to keep..."
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 21, 2016 22:07:45 GMT -8
A quick check of the record logs in the control room by the third trooper revealed that for some reason a large group of technicians had been scheduled to arrive here. This info was quickly relayed to the two troopers at the gate. Holstering their weapons the pair snapped off a crisp salute you could use to iron clothes on.
-Novatrooper
Apologizes sir. There was a slight mix up with the records & we were not expecting you. If you will present your datapad packet, we will have the dock crews begin unloading immediately.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2016 3:19:08 GMT -8
The Major gave a curt nod back, before one of the other Saboteurs passed him the datapad, which he then handed to the Nova Trooper. Alaara held her breath, listening to what was going on several feet away. They were fairly confident that the documents would all check out, but in this line of work, you could never be certain that something hadn't changed that would undo them. The Major waited as the Troopers examined the documents
"Yes, well, when it concerns such delicate equipment, we'd rather it not fall into the hands of the Alliance, so we did have to keep our arrival under wraps. I'm sure you can understand?"
How much of that was true, the man impersonating the Major was not sure. But considering there were techs on board with the equipment, he could only assume what they had been moving was important. Judging by the manifest which the Nova Troopers were examining, however, it would appear the gear was some communications system that was to be installed on a couple of the Star Destroyers being constructed here
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