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Post by Darth Forente on Mar 29, 2014 17:43:07 GMT -8
Vallen nodded. He did have some questions for Valstrol but he knew that his stepfather had more questions for him. But first and foremost, he wished to get some rest.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Mar 30, 2014 8:28:04 GMT -8
The shuttle began its descent towards Aargau's surface.
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Post by Darth Forente on Mar 31, 2014 5:26:40 GMT -8
Vallen held on to the safety handle above him, waiting to pass through the atmosphere.
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Post by Demarus on Apr 5, 2014 17:12:21 GMT -8
A 3-Z freighter appeared from hyperspace, sent in Imperial clearance and was directed the surface. Demarus and his partner, Melia had enjoyed a quiet trip so far and hopefully their business at the detention center was as smooth.
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Mel Tervho
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Post by Mel Tervho on Apr 7, 2014 19:29:54 GMT -8
While Demarus was busy getting them the kriff out of there, Mel had unbound Galdaart's hands and directed him to a seat in the small common area. She ignored the warnings to buckle up, instead looking for a first aid kit, snatching a hair tie off her wrist to pull her long black hair out of her face while she worked. She sat down next to him, reaching over for his wrist to feel for a pulse.
"You're sick. And injured. How long?"
There was nothing especially warm or comforting about Mel's bedside manner. He had seen her gun down 4 men in near silence. Shatter guns were rare enough in some circles, but her ruthless efficiency and detached focus pretty much gave away exactly what she was. She was sure Fel might ask about what was going on and where he was being taken, but she wasn't too worried about him. They didn't have all the answers anyway. They were only the couriers. Demarus might have a better idea, but Mel was just doing what she was told so she could be free herself.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 8, 2014 5:27:40 GMT -8
Fel smiled in spite of himself. Deep down, he knew this current situation had the potential to be just as bad, or worse, than what he had just come from. But he had been freed -- and for anyone who has never looked at the same four walls for a substantial period of time, there is no overstating the elation that comes from being freed -- and his captors had been dealt killing blows before his very eyes, again, highly satisfying. He had been allowed an emotional and physical release, and now he was aboard a small tramp freighter, bound for parts unknown -- this was where he belonged. This was where he was most comfortable. So he could be forgiven a smile, under the circumstances.
There was an almost immediate change in the prisoner once aboard ship. He moved fluidly, sensed implicitly the turbulence and motion of the vessel while in atmosphere. Even in low orbit, at the brisk pace being set by Demarus, Mel could plainly see that Galdaart Fel was relaxed.
Fel liked Mel immediately -- perhaps another reason he smiled as she began to work, reaching for the med-kit. She had cut through more bullshit in one sentence than his crew had been able to do in months. Not one of them had asked him about his health, even though the signs had been plainly written in his every action... and if they had asked, he would have denied it. Something about maintaining a level of professionalism or authoritative detachment... or maybe it was not wanting to worry loved ones... somehow, maybe because she was a stranger, maybe because she used an economy of speech that Galdaart appreciated, maybe because he knew he had no time left to care, Mel had side-stepped all of that in six words.
Most of what she had said -- You're sick, and injured -- was statement, so the Smuggler felt little need to respond to that, but the last phrase -- How Long? -- could have meant many things, but somehow, the Spacer knew she meant 'how long do you have?' Not sure how he knew that... but he did. Leaning back against the seat, trying to keep his arms out of the way while she examined him, re replied honestly, and evenly.
Don't rightly know. Had a battlefield diagnosis on Ryloth six months back. Med-scan wasn't sophisticated enough to pinpoint how far advanced, but it's Blastonecrosis. Advanced. Medic said I had months. Means I've got weeks... maybe a month, two. Don't worry, I'm not gonna die on your watch. We'll get to where you're taking me... I'm coughing up blood every few hours, but it's still red. Not black yet. That's apparently a good sign. indicating the new, puckered, angry blade scars criss-crossing his torso and abdomen, and the obvious, healing blaster burns on stomach and shoulder, atop the decade-old burn scar that covered most of his left pectoral and left arm, ruined tattoos peeking out from under the masses of keloid and hypertrophic scar-tissue Courtesy of my last interstellar host. I'm ok though. Months in that cell allowed me some time to heal. Nothing that needs immediate attention.
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Post by Mel Tervho on Apr 8, 2014 6:20:26 GMT -8
It didn't take long for the diagnostic computer to spit out that she had very few options when it came to treating him. She rummaged for the kolto patches to treat the superficial wounds, and a pair of surgical gloves. She pulled them on, and gingerly began to clean his wounds, her face softening as she worked. A condemned man one way or another, at least he would not die alone in prison. However, given who was paying for this little trip, he might not see it that way.
She looked at his busted lip, nothing that really needed stitches, but it needed to be dressed anyway. She applied a little bit of a kolto gel to it, just to help it along. She turned her attention to the chest wounds, and although her eyes were on his injuries, she began a conversation, partially to change the subject and partially to satisfy her curiosity. Death might have been her trade, but a slow death from disease made her uncomfortable.
"You seem pretty relaxed for the circumstances. I know some men who would be in hysterics right now. You're cracking a smile at woman who just murdered 4 people in cold blood."
She smirked at him as she turned back to the med kit. She pulled out a bag of saline and hung it on a convenient coat hook. She prepped his arm and looked for a vein as she started telling him what she was doing.
"You're dehydrated. I'm starting a saline drip. From there, I'll be giving you a couple shots of kolto and steroids. It'll help you feel better at least in the short term. That's about all I can do. The docs will have to take over when we get to Pesktda."
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 8, 2014 7:18:14 GMT -8
Again, Fel smiled, even though he could read the diagnostic machine just as easily as Mel could. To her first stab at conversation, the man shrugged. There may have been a hint of smugglers' bravado there, but mostly it was the reply of a man who was accepting of his fate.
I've done a lot of bad things in my life. Been a lot of things, to a lot of people. Seen a lot of death. Dealt my share, too. Figure when it's my time, there's those who'll be glad, and a whole lot more whose worlds will just keep turnin.' Only a few who'll take note. I just want to clean the slate for them before I go. That's all. I'm living in the moment a lot more'n I used to. Simpler that way... and besides, you remind me of someone, 'specially round the eyes.
He could tell she was no nurse. But it didn't matter. Not now.
She spoke again, and though he tensed as she applied the kolto patches -- knowing what kind of a reaction bacta would have -- he quickly relaxed and nodded when she mentioned the IV drip, and their destination.
Never been to Garqi...
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Post by Mel Tervho on Apr 8, 2014 8:32:29 GMT -8
She smiled when he mentioned that she reminded him of someone. Truthfully, she could see her Taung in him just a little bit too. The edges of the kolto patches were soothed down and the shots were pushed through the port on the saline drip. He should start to feel a little stronger in the interim until they got where they were headed. She recapped the needles and dropped them in a sharps bin, and then checked the flow on the drip.
"Some times it's easier to talk to people you don't know. They don't come with biases. They don't come with preconceived notions that things are gonna be a certain way. I think you figured out what I was right away and you know if I wanted you dead, you would be. But I'm not a murderer. I'm an assassin. I don't pick the targets."
She grinned at him with a wink before she snorted at this comment on Garqi. The gloves snapped off her hands, and she tossed them in the trash and went about cleaning up the med kit.
"The kriffing place is purple. I didn't care for it. Demarus, though? He lived there a while. As soon as your drip is done, I've got some clothes for you to change into and you can get cleaned up."
She put everything away and brought out a small bag, and some boots. She dropped them next to his seat, and went back to the galley. She opened a couple cabinets, brought out some glasses and a ready meal. It was some stew looking thing, but it looked halfway decent on the front. While it was heating up, she set the glasses on the table.
"I'm not supposed to let you drink, but I say bullshit. After I got out, all I wanted was a stiff drink. So what's your poison?"
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Apr 8, 2014 13:06:20 GMT -8
He perked up at the thought of a shower. It had been so long... and a change of clothes would be nice. Anything but this damn prison jumpsuit. Careful not to pull out his IV, Fel rifled through the bag of clothes. Simple, serviceable, sturdy. It would do for now. Sizes looked about right, if a little big. Which meant whoever was paying the bills was well informed, but not well-informed enough to know about his illness and subsequent loss of weight. In short: they knew as much as anyone could know. So, his new employer had good intel, and could afford very good people, as evidenced by Demarus and Melia. This notion didn't exactly fill him with dread, but gave a gravity to his situation: whoever he was going to meet would want something from him, and it would not be easy or cheap.
A shower would do me some good. Fact is, I can't believe you're sitting as close to me as you are -- I can't stand my own smell.
Fel waved off the food amiably enough, but was firm if it was pushed on him.
...I just don't feel like throwing up right now.
But he smiled when Mel mentioned a stiff drink, and pulled one of the glasses closer to himself.
I'm not picky. Stronger the better. But just a couple. Don't want to get sloppy, 'case I have to bail out your pilot. wink
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Post by Mel Tervho on Apr 8, 2014 14:31:45 GMT -8
She left the food in the reheater, she wasn't exactly sure how he had been treated in prison. He may not be able to tolerate a heavy meal but she put out a couple packets of crackers and chips. Couldn't hurt if he wanted some thing light. She pulled open another cabinet and pawed through the liquor bottles until she found a decent bottle of scotch. She pulled it out, and came back to the table. He was looking a might better than he had in the cell, there was fire in those eyes. That was something. She poured a couple glasses, passing him one before she raised hers to him.
"To new friends."
She took a sip of the light brown liquor and swallowed hard. Scotch wasn't her cup of tea, but she also needed a drink. She had been ready to leave this life of death behind once for Taung. Yet here she was again. Back at it, shatter pistols in her hands and a delicate leash around her neck again. She wasn't happy with the deal, but it wasn't like she had much of a choice. She figured it was the same deal Fel here was about to get. You can rot in prison or you can do a couple things and earn your freedom. For Mel, it was a no brainer. A POW camp on Korriban wasn't exactly her idea of paradise.
She moved around the table to the saline bag and pondered starting another one, but she figured she could always start another one in a couple hours. She let it drain and then clamped the tubing closed and disconnected the quick connector fittings. She fastened the one in his arm down with a piece of medical tape, then motioned towards the head.
"Shower's over there. You're not a prisoner on this ship. I'm not a babysitter. My orders were clean you and make sure you're stable. Beyond that, you don't start trouble with us, we won't start with you."
About that time, the freighter pulled a moment before before it disappeared into hyperspace.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Jul 20, 2014 8:42:19 GMT -8
The assumption of a fleet in orbit over Aargau was spot on, but what Moff Delvardus had not expected was a fleet of not only a few minor Imperial warships, but ships bearing the markings of the CIS, the Separatist fleet. It was quite a sight seeing a flotilla of commanded by an Imperial I-class Star Destroyer, surrounded by Munificent-class Star Frigates, Recusant-class light destroyers and even a Providence-class destroyer.
Immediately entering orbit, the alarms went off as sensors picked up the flotilla blockading the planet. The officer on station said that it was a fleet of some eight ships. While Delvardus's fleet had the firepower, it did not hold the numbers required to win. Once the starfighter squadrons were launched, the battle commenced over Aargau...and, to this day, Nicademus remembers how it almost took his life.
The Nemesis lurched violently as another hit was scored upon them. Alarms continued to blare as sections of the ship were locked down due to breaches and immense damage. A report came in that the Defiance was on life support, literally speaking, and that it was barely holding the left flank. The Acclamator on the right was holding well-enough, but could not break from its formation. The records say that two Munificants and a Recusant-class light destroyer were nothing but smoldering hulks, however, the concern of the crew was the Providence-class destroyer that was bearing down on the left flank. If the left flank collapsed, it would be over.
Moff Delvardus did his best with Fleet Admiral Titus to hold the line. Orders were sent to the squadrons to move to bolster the left. It was a mess at this point and Nicademus began to wonder if they could save Aargau from certain defeat. As his mind turned away from Aargau, the ship lurched and a great amber glow was seen. The crew looked in the direction to see the Defiance go up in flames. It was over. Nicademus felt it coming as the Providence turned its bow towards his flagship as it made best speed to finish the job. He needed a miracle, something to turn this around. And that miracle was nearby.
The moment the Providence came within range of firing upon the Nemesis, a flotilla of three Victory II-class Star Destroyers came out of hyperspace and began to open fire upon the CIS destroyer. It was gone within only a few volleys. Nicademus looks up at the three ships moving into position as the defensive began to move to offensive. The crew on the Nemesis cheered for their saviors as the trio of warships began bearing down upon the blockading fleet. Things were turning around...Aargau would be liberated.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Oct 7, 2014 6:27:51 GMT -8
The small fleet of shuttles zipped for the Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer, Nemesis which awaited Moff Delvardus in orbit. The ship was already bustling with traffic as the crew prepared for departure. Once on board, the Stormtroopers and Shocktroopers went to their positions for travel. The Moff ventured for the top-deck where Admiral Titus awaited him. The crew stood up, saluting their Moff as Nicademus stood on the bridge. He nods to Titus who gives the order for a hyperspace jump. After that, the Pellaeon-class Star Destroyer vanished out of sight, jumping for Kuat.
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Post by Panno on Nov 22, 2014 7:13:15 GMT -8
The ship settled into orbit around the former capital of the Imperial Remnant and former worlds before. When Panno had left there had been riots, which when every person on the planet is required by law to carry weapons was rough. Billions of credits damage was done. The military stronghold and economic powerhouse of the Deep Core was rebuilding though that much was obvious. They could see it from space. Sitting in the chair Pannos datapad chimed after they started back down to the Imperial Center. All Imperial Knights are hear by recalled to Kuat. With the disappearance of Sinistra and Delvaradus stepping in to be the Emperor it is time for the Imperial Knights to once again swear fealty to the Empire. In 4 months time I expect to see every Knight on Kuat to renew their vows to him. Best of luck out there
-Antares Krieg
ID#16384527297Talon Fenris it seems we wont be finding Delvaradus here. He is on Kuat now, fucking upstarting bastard. Handing the datapad to the former Imperial Knight Panno piloted the shuttle down. They had time to get there, in addition to being economic the world also boasted one of the best kept library's in the universe. If they were to find anything out before getting Delvaradus it would be here.
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Post by Talon Fenris on Nov 29, 2014 15:25:36 GMT -8
Talon takes the datapad and considers the contents which include not only the return message for the Imperial Knights but local statistics due to the recent riots such as how many have died, economy-losses and other titbits of information. He lowers it as the ship makes it's decent into the planet's atmosphere and can already see what sort of devastation has been wrought. Tall black smoke columns dot the landscape, and what was once tall and majestic cites are now ghosts of their former selves. As they start to near the terrain, it is clear that most of the rioting has subsided but there are still pockets of fighting due to several nearby fight between the citizens and the local law. As they passed low over a hill, a nearby group fired upon the ship, but their efforts were for nothing, barely a scratch on it.
'So, where can we find more information about this Sinistra, and Nica, and if they have any connection to those dark-hearted bastards who came to visit us at Prakith?'
He could only remember one name from that battle, many of the vile creatures said the name in worship and out of hatred of it, whoever it is and maybe they could find a link to it when they landed too.
Dragus.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 6:12:00 GMT -8
All seemed well in orbit before a YT-1930 came out of hyperspace towards the planet. Anya watched the planet grow before them as she maneuvered the ship. She was still learning, but flying hadn't been as bad as she first thought. Her first trip through hyperspace was something to remember. And now, they were here. She took a deep breath as she waited for Gavin's next instructions.*
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 11, 2014 6:17:19 GMT -8
*Gavin nodded with a smile as Anya brought the ship out of hyperspace smoothly and progressed on towards the planet. He had desired for Anya to receive training, or at least teaching in multiple areas, areas that he couldn't truly teach her. Of all places, this place came first. He had heard rumors that the Imperial Knights were focused of this planet, something he hadn't learned before nor a planet he had visited. Anya wouldn't be the only one here to learn. Taking a deep breath himself, he looked over to Anya.*
"Alright, bring the ship into orbit and hold there. Once you have done so, open channels and seeking landing permission. This will not be required on all planets, but it is good to have an idea of where you are going and what is stationed there. Considering the Imperial Knights are here and we wish to land there, it is proper to seek permission first."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 6:23:42 GMT -8
Anya nodded as she followed Gavin's instructions and brought the ship into orbit and let it rest there. She then opened the channels as Gavin had showed her on Kiffu. Once open she took a deep breath as she thought on what to say. After a moment, she began.
::This is the Eternal Phoenix, seeking permission to land. We are searching for the head of the Imperial Knights. We are carrying only two passengers, no cargo. We are not here with hostile intent.::
Her voice was young, sounding as if fifteen and speaking as if she had never spoke for landing clearance.
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Post by Panno on Dec 11, 2014 10:31:45 GMT -8
It did not take long for someone to respond. With the amount of traffic going and coming from the planet, at least in the Deep Core this planet had the best "greeters" in the galaxy. Coming over the intercom with a morose sounding voice, almost as if this one person of the thousands did not want to be talking to them. Republic shuttle, you are cleared to land at the given coordinates. Do not deviate from them or you will be fired upon. A few seconds later a ping could be heard with the landing codes to a specified landing pad. With the current tensions between the Empire and Republic it was a miracle. Maybe it was the force that let it happen. Maybe a person one bad day from going postal. Whatever it was, it was better than going through all the red tape that would normally be done by all but the highest Republic dignitaries. As if to prove the point, a few of the orbital guns aimed towards the ship. Not firing but tracking them as they flew through space.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 10:44:42 GMT -8
::Understood. Preparing our descent to the designated coordinates.::
*She looked to Gavin who gave a nod and smile. So far, she had done as she was supposed to. basing from the tone, though being of a quick and "friendly" nature, it was clear that until all was settled, they would have to tread carefully. Wasting now time, the freighter began its decent into the atmosphere.
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