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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Oct 19, 2017 21:23:18 GMT -8
-Sillonire Unfortunately, that would require me letting you out of your little box. That isn't exactly something I think I would be able to walk away from. Or at least not walk straight.
Her tone returned to a more serious register, though there was still a playful note at the end.
-Sillonire I must admit that I am curious about you. You, personally. I know that many jedi are taken at birth & raised in the order. But I have heard others join later in life. Does that ever actually happen?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 11:19:28 GMT -8
Sillonire was still cautious. That was fair. As comfortable as they were becoming with each other, they were still on opposite sides of a war. Indeed, Sillonire would not be able to walk straight after Alaara was done with her. But if a fight followed, then Sillonire would never walk away from it. She readjusted herself again, as Sillonire asked a new question. One the Major had never asked before "In the past, yes. The Jedi Order did exclusively take children at birth or soon after and raise them within the Order. But it has been many years since that practice was upheld... Indeed, I am one of many who joined the Order later in life. Choosing to clear our minds and accept the teachings of the Jedi Order... I have heard the Strom Trooper program is run much the same way? At least in that they would take children from their homes and train them as soldiers loyal to the Empire..."
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 3, 2017 19:58:26 GMT -8
Any reply Sillonire was about to make was interrupted by a new arrival in the cell. The Major began to turn, anger clear on her face at the unexpected entrance.
-Sillonire I gave clear orders that I was to be notified by comm if needed, I was not. to. be ....
Her tirade cut off suddenly as she registered exactly who had just walked into the cell with her. The figure was huge, even accounting for the added bulk of his armor, he was a giant of a man. A quick glance at his rank insignia would show identical with those worn by Major Sillonire, though embossed on his armor instead of on a rank plate on duty fatigues. After a moment of shock at the lack of notification given by her subordinates, Sillonire's hand snapped to her chest & she immediately dropped to one knee.
-Sillonire Warlord. You grace us with your presence. I was just interrogating the prisoner.
The silence dragged on for second long seconds as the figure continued to ignore the kneeling figure & watched the cage. Even through the impassive face of his helmet, anyone could tell he was locking eyes with the captive jedi.
-Sillonire My Lord, I have ...
Whatever she had for the larger figure was interrupted by a sudden backhand that sent the woman sprawling, though she was back on her feet before she had even stopped moving. Now the figure's full attention was on the other Imperial. Her hand was on the half-drawn pistol at her side. With one hand, he popped the seal on his helmet, letting it clatter to the floor. His other rested gently on an oversized & obviously not standard issue mace of some dark but gleaming metal. His head was shaved completely bare, & bleached from too long hidden under a helmet. Countering the unhealthy paleness of his skin were dark blotches that looked like someone had splatted black ink across his face & head. One of the blotches crossed his left eye, turning the entire globe into a bottomless well of darkness. The other eye was a definitely non-human metallic gold. The only other clue needed to his race was the set of nubs on his forehead, were his racial horns had been ground down to the bone.
-Marcos Yield.
It was clear from her expression that Sillonire had heard that same command warning given to others. Some of whom had not heeded it. With a visible effort, she stood up straight, pushed the pistol back firmly into her holster & once again snapped her fist to her heart in salute.
-Marcos You have learned nothing & have been compromised. Dismissed until further debriefing.
With a sharp nod. The female officer exited the room, leaving the Jedi alone with Marcos. He turns his gaze back on the jedi for another long moment. Anything that had happened in the cage he had ignored up to this point, though he had noted it.
-Marcos I am not so friendly as Sillonire is & I have no use for prisoners. So what should I do with you & your little toys?
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Post by Grand Admiral Zuhel on Dec 4, 2017 11:50:19 GMT -8
The Imperial Envoy dropped out of hyperspace directly above the planet. Aboard was recently promoted Grand Moff Vlusu’Heas’Cauro. Although normally he would have taken his X-70B prototype, it was a long journey from Csilla to Prakith, and this he took with him a more substantial ship. Considering he was going to be going System to System meeting every Grand Moff, it certainly didn’t hurt to bring a ship that was luxurious enough for the long trip. His Commander’s Glider came out of the ship and descended towards the planet.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 7:48:41 GMT -8
Any reply Sillonire was about to make was interrupted by a new arrival in the cell. The Major began to turn, anger clear on her face at the unexpected entrance.-Sillonire I gave clear orders that I was to be notified by comm if needed, I was not. to. be .... Her tirade cut off suddenly as she registered exactly who had just walked into the cell with her. The figure was huge, even accounting for the added bulk of his armor, he was a giant of a man. A quick glance at his rank insignia would show identical with those worn by Major Sillonire, though embossed on his armor instead of on a rank plate on duty fatigues. After a moment of shock at the lack of notification given by her subordinates, Sillonire's hand snapped to her chest & she immediately dropped to one knee.-Sillonire Warlord. You grace us with your presence. I was just interrogating the prisoner. The silence dragged on for second long seconds as the figure continued to ignore the kneeling figure & watched the cage. Even through the impassive face of his helmet, anyone could tell he was locking eyes with the captive jedi.-Sillonire My Lord, I have ... Whatever she had for the larger figure was interrupted by a sudden backhand that sent the woman sprawling, though she was back on her feet before she had even stopped moving. Now the figure's full attention was on the other Imperial. Her hand was on the half-drawn pistol at her side. With one hand, he popped the seal on his helmet, letting it clatter to the floor. His other rested gently on an oversized & obviously not standard issue mace of some dark but gleaming metal. His head was shaved completely bare, & bleached from too long hidden under a helmet. Countering the unhealthy paleness of his skin were dark blotches that looked like someone had splatted black ink across his face & head. One of the blotches crossed his left eye, turning the entire globe into a bottomless well of darkness. The other eye was a definitely non-human metallic gold. The only other clue needed to his race was the set of nubs on his forehead, were his racial horns had been ground down to the bone.-Marcos Yield.It was clear from her expression that Sillonire had heard that same command warning given to others. Some of whom had not heeded it. With a visible effort, she stood up straight, pushed the pistol back firmly into her holster & once again snapped her fist to her heart in salute. -Marcos You have learned nothing & have been compromised. Dismissed until further debriefing.With a sharp nod. The female officer exited the room, leaving the Jedi alone with Marcos. He turns his gaze back on the jedi for another long moment. Anything that had happened in the cage he had ignored up to this point, though he had noted it.-Marcos I am not so friendly as Sillonire is & I have no use for prisoners. So what should I do with you & your little toys? Alaara turned her attention to the door as it slid open and a giant armour clad individual entered the cell. She watched as Sillonire's entire tone and body language changed in the presence of this man that she called Warlord. It was interesting to think that the FO still had Warlords around. Though, she suspected such a title was more informal in nature, than an actual title.
As the man looked at her, she stared right back, before watching as the two Imperials seemed to fight. What the reason for this was, Alaara could only guess. The most likely reason, being that Sillonire had failed to get any useful intel from her. But before it had really begun, the fight was already over. With the Warlord vastly outmatching the Major.
She watched as the Major was dismissed, confirming Alaara's theory about the reason for the Warlords frustration. As she was left alone with him, she settled her gaze upon him, as he addressed her. She had already gleaned much about the man already, and so knew a different attitude would be required with him"Well... You could always drop me and my toys off somewhere nice... I hear Manaan is nice this time of year..."That was assuming that the First Order had not invaded the world since her capture. While she wasn't sure how much time exactly had passed. She knew for sure that it had passed
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 19, 2017 20:03:47 GMT -8
There was a grunt as the massively built man turned & left the room. Unfortunately, that wasn't much of an answer to the captive jedi. After a while, The ship's engines could be felt. It would seem that the ship was once again on the move. A small, fast cutter was requisitioned from one of the supporting fleets & prepped for prisoner transfer. The non-force prisoners would be kept in stasis while in transit, the jedi wouldn't be risked, & would instead remain in her cage. The cage itself would be moved to the other ship.
The first that Alaara would know about anything would be the arrival of a rather heavily armed team into her cell. After carefully hooking a portable power source to the cage, a set of tech shifted the device to a transport sled. Its cargo of one live jedi coming along for the ride. It was a long, mostly boring ride through the bowels of the ship, one that wouldn't reveal anything to prying eyes. The walk ended at what was obviously an oversized airlock. After being loaded into it, the team retreated, leaving her alone in the closed off room. A moment later & the warning light turned on. With the steady clank of gears, the door suddenly popped open.
Instead of venting the open cage into hard vacuum however, it opened to reveal more ship. With the large male standing just outside the newly opened door.
-Marcos When I kill you. I expect you to fight back. Until then, get stronger to give me a challenge.
Without waiting for a reply, he walked past her into the airlock. A second team, this time not stormtroopers, were already pulling her into the new ship, ready to be secured for her trip back to GA space. It would take the ship a week or two to reach the border of GA space, but they wouldn't be stopping to offload her formally. Instead, her & her team would be loaded into an escape boat & launched at one of the border worlds in a quick pass through they system. It wouldn't be a particularly heroic return, but at least they would return alive & intact. Other than the poor food during their capture, they hadn't even been roughly handled.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2017 21:14:31 GMT -8
Alaara could merely sit and watch as the giant of a man grunted, before leaving the room. She sat waiting for a few moments, half expecting him to come back in to interrogate her further. But when that did not happen, she closed her eyes and meditated. Remaining that way as the team came into her cell and undertook preparations to move the entire cage she was in. She gave no hints of curiosity, as they moved her from the cell and into an airlock.
She braced herself as the alarms started to sound. Already having accepted that her fate would be being sucked out of the airlock into the vacuum of space and dying. She peeped an eye open then, when nothing happened. She opened both her eyes then, to look at Marcos. The man stood there, challenging her to get stronger so he can kill her in proper combat one day. She simply nodded in response, as she smirked at him. She remained looking ahead as she was loaded onto the next ship, along with the surviving members of her team. Ready to make her return to the Jedi Order
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Post by Captain Blaze on Sept 2, 2018 20:38:50 GMT -8
The Upsilon-Class Command Shuttle ascended into high orbit of Prakith. Looking over the reddish planet where he would probably be spending the majority of his career from here on out, he thanked his stars that Azria gave him an interesting assignment with what was probably going to turn out to be the most capable commander he had served under. Tactics and strategy bores him, he much preferred to be shooting enemies on the ground. This often put him at odds with High Command, due to his position as a Stormtrooper Captain. He sat back into the black seat as the ship jumped into hyperspace, headed for Taris...
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2019 16:46:30 GMT -8
Coming out a little distance from the planet, a brand new Javelin-class transport emerged and flew towards the world. The ships hummed smoothly and the flight through hyperspace had been simple. Certainly a far cry from his recent ship that had just found retirement. It actually took some getting used to. But it was something for a later date. He had arrived at his destination, a world control by the First Order.
Trusting in the Force, he opened a channel and spoke, hoping that he would appear the fool in all of this. This is the Twilight Flame, seeking permission to land. I seek to join up with the Knights of Ren. I am the only occupant and have nothing of value except a few personal belongings.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Aug 28, 2019 23:15:06 GMT -8
The Resurgence floated in orbit above Prakith alongside the handful of other ships that constituted the fleet of the Knights of Ren when the Javelin-class Transport dropped out of hyperspace. With the Ren currently planetside dealing with other matters, it fell to the Captain of the Resurgence - a man by the name of John "The Virgin" Smith - to monitor and deal with unexpected arrivals in orbit over the Ren's new homeworld. He brought up the ships communication, examining and confirming the IFF signal matched the one spoken by the pilot. He opened a line back as the Resurgence ran a long distance scan, confirming the claims made by the pilot Twilight Flame, this is Captain Smith of the Resurgence. Scans have cleared you for landing... Good luck down there, because the Force sure isn't with your poor soul... A data packet was sent to the Twilight Flame, with approach co-ordinates for the newly constructed Citadel's hangar bay
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2019 8:14:52 GMT -8
Cuuldruach sat back in his chair as he awaited a response from one of the ships in orbit. As he did, he simply let his gaze settle upon the world and the life he was about to undertake. Would they accept him? Would he grow to loathe them as he did the Sith? With so many questions now flowing through his head, he desperately wanted answers.
Soon the response came, giving hm permission. But it came with the foreboding message of luck and that the Force wasn't with him on his endeavors. At the line, he couldn't help but give a dry laugh and a tilt of his head. "It never seems to be." With that, he pressed forward, setting his destination for the Citadel of the Ren.
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Post by Vardus Ren on Jan 2, 2020 15:40:15 GMT -8
The dagger-shaped Star Destroyer came from a well-known hyperlane, but its arrival was no less unexpected. The ship didn't only wear the usual imperial markings, but also the sigil of House Fel, one that had not be seen in years. And it was, rather dramatically, painted in a blackish hue, which made it hard to trace by common scanners. It was subtle and elegant, for a destroyer. The officer who requested landing permission did so in the name of Baron Fel, third of His Name. She wore a variation of usual Imperial livery, which looked rather old-fashioned and included a badge over the right shoulder with the former Imperial house's crest.
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jan 5, 2020 12:15:23 GMT -8
As the Whisperer exited hyperspace, the Resurgence started running a check for its codes through the First Order database. Its shields had remained raised and ready given the small handful of Resurgents that had fallen into hands that were not necessarily friendly. The check came back clear a few moments later, at which point Captain John Smith opened a comm line back to the Officer that was requesting landing permission Permission for Baron Fel the Third to land has been granted. Please proceed on provided approach vector... A datapacket was forwarded then, providing approach vectors for both the Spaceport and the Citadel of the Ren
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 15, 2021 23:26:37 GMT -8
Slipping into Prakith orbit Gid used her own eyes and the ships sensory gear to navigate a path through orbit. Alem had joined her, manning some navigational equipment. Frowning she spoke -Alem- "Seriously Gid. It is saying months with nothing.... In no time flat they were breaking into the planet's atmosphere
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 3:07:38 GMT -8
And there it was ascending into orbit like a shark slipping from the depths below. And three chicks in Firespray 31-class patrol and attack craft even moving an individual manning a massive defense platform was tantamount to these girls being worried that a couple of rats stuck in a coke can. The ship started suddenly and made the jump to hyperspace
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Post by Harnan Ren on May 20, 2022 5:50:29 GMT -8
A coded message arrived to the Orbital Control for Prakith, granting clearance for the Imperial shuttle ID'ed as Dione. It was to be waved through all checks and directed down to the VIP section of the Prak City Spaceport
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Post by Fiora Ren on Jul 14, 2022 19:38:08 GMT -8
First Command
Fiora was dressed in her Ren Armour as she paced the viewing room, her cloak fluttering behind her. Harnan had left orders for her to meet him up on the Repair yards up in orbit. Upon arriving, she'd been ushered into this observation deck and left to wait Where is he... He basically has me rush up here and he's no where to be found...
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Post by Harnan Ren on Jul 20, 2022 1:56:02 GMT -8
As plans progressed to their next phase, construction crews were brought onto one of the Golan III platforms over Prakith. Supply ships and cargo vessels soon filled the space around the massive defensive structure as works began on performing an Interdictor Refit of the Golan III Space Defense NovaGun. While this did leave Prakith down a station, Harnan was confident that between the remaining Golan III Space Defense NovaGun and Scourge Squadron being stationed around the Ren Capital, that any threat to the world would be dealt with Harnan finished reviewing a status update regarding the various ongoing projects, before making his way through the repair station to the observation deck where Fiora was waiting. He was clad in his full armour suit with his weapons and shield sheathed and strapped in place. He crossed his arms as he stopped just inside the door and watched her pace back and forth. He smiled behind his helmetFiora... I see your patience is holding out well...
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Post by Fiora Ren on Jul 27, 2022 19:10:18 GMT -8
The Tribune Guard stood positioned around the room in their red and grey armour, barely flinching as the Master of the Ren stepped into the room. Fiora, however, about rounded on Harnan as she sensed his approach and arrival into the room. With how much was going on across the First Order and within the territory of the Ren, she had been a little on edge from his summons to the repair station. Before she spoke though, she came to a stop and took a moment to calm down. Finally letting out a sigh Sorry Master... There is just a lot going on. Your orders were vague and... I was worried...
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Post by Kaine Australis on Jul 31, 2022 0:36:06 GMT -8
A single Lightstealth-18 dropped from hyperspace just short of the Prakith System, and began scanning. The vessel was crewed by preprogrammed droids, and carried out its work efficiently.The scans began noting defenses, scanning for power signatures of armed vessels, scanner returns from sensor networks, and monitoring communication frequencies. All the while, the ship remained ready to flee rather than fight if harrassed by enemy forces. They were scouts, not fighters.
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