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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 17, 2019 20:34:55 GMT -8
Laoch manned the co-pilot’s chair like an ace. He acquired his love of vehicles of all sort quiet naturally stealing ships on Corruscant in his youth. This fondness of manning ships was further nurtured throughout his celebrated run among the criminal element and reached a peak during his run with the IF. Laoch truly loved flying and his phenomenal computer wizardry fit in quiet snuggly with the exercise. To Kieran flying was an irritation. He too shared the experiences that Laoch enjoyed but to Kieran piloting a ship was just another job, one that, as with anything that he did, must be done to perfection. Without skipping a beat Kieran spoke
-Kieran-
“Just say where princess is at and we’re there.”
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 17, 2019 21:23:56 GMT -8
Cú Faoil sat beside Maureen. Leaning over she whispered to The Hound
-Maureen-
<<Think he’s talking to Grace….>>
The Hound offered little more than a quiet yelp but his tail wagged in anticipation of what was next. Hopefully what was next was edible. Edible and tasty. With that in mind Cú Faoil drooled then licking lips sat patiently
Boland’s head shot up at the question. Taking her time the woman responded
-Grace-
“Just keep moving; I’ll give you an exact in soon.”
The child muttered
- Maureen-
<<That isn’t really an answer – is it?” Do all adults talk like that?>>
The Hound, mind still fixed on fancy feast did not even hear the child. Frankly, he could care less how any human spoke – as long as they were not yelling at him… or the girl.
As Boland’s mind opened up like star chart so too did that of Grace. Boland chanced a look at the woman. The scarf covered the eye quite nicely. The horrific scars on her cheek still stood out but they were dulling with the progress of time. And all that meant little; to him she was immaculate. Grace could feel Boland’s eyes on her and she thought: Great the SOB is getting a good look at how hideous my face looks. It was at that second, as on cue, that Boland leaned over and kissed Grace gentle right on her disfigured cheek. Gently holding the nape of her neck in one hand and her chin in the other Boland let go and sat back watching the bridge. As goose bumps swept across her body and her face turned blush a wide smile swept across the face of Grace
Fiach Dubh marvelled as he watched the whole business. It was truly touching. The Raven really was unsure what disgusted him more. First you had the ongoing romantic episode he had dubbed As the Stomach Turns. Then came the kid and the enormous fur ball. Cute he did not find them in the least. And lastly… the Village Idiots were plowing them all through space! That, if it were not for his immortality, would terrify him. Or at least The Raven, not really understanding the mortal concept of fear, thought that it would be frightening
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 17, 2019 22:57:08 GMT -8
Eyes always alert Kieran manned the ship with his trusted co-pilot at his side he feared nothing. Nothing worried him in the least except the agony of waiting on this broad to make up her mind. Meanwhile his trusted partner in crime, Laoch, sat in a semi-comatose daze, as he put all of his energy into daydreaming about electric sheep
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jan 17, 2019 22:59:46 GMT -8
The Raven sat stoic on the woman’s shoulder. If she didn't move soon The Raven had every intention of pecking her other eye out. Things were becoming a bit foggy as to who was in charge here, so Grace thought. Suddenly leaping to her feet gracefully the woman strolled slowly over to Kieran. Right hand leaning on his left shoulder she bent and whispered in his ear. With that she returned sitting beside Boland once again, who himself had been mesmerised watching her hips sway as she walked
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jan 17, 2019 23:03:15 GMT -8
Kieran could hear the footsteps behind him. Then the hand fell gentle on his shoulder and he heard the command. A wry smile grew on his face
-Kieran-
“Consider it done.”
Head snapping towards Laoch he barked
-Kieran-
“Bespin is our destination!”
Laoch snapped from his daze suddenly put every drop of his energy into doing what he should have been doing in the first place. He tapped frantically on the dash setting all in line. And ll this was just in the nick of time as Kieran hit the accelerator and they made the jump towards the end of a beginning. Laoch commented flippantly
-Laoch-
"Lot's of fun there...."
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Jan 18, 2019 1:58:34 GMT -8
Tagging behind were Rhiannon and her crew aboard her T-2c shuttle. The game was beginning to irritate her ship captain, Captain C. Captain. But onward they followed the freighter
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Post by Dees on Feb 7, 2019 21:25:13 GMT -8
The crippled Star Courier slipped back into realspace just outside the asteroid field. From Theo's perspective, he came in from the underside of the field, and he plotted a course to get the ship into a safe harbor. Sending landing codes and verifications, he navigated his way to Skip One. It wasn’t until he was about to land when he got a call that the Hangars on One were at capacity. Rolling his eyes, he resent codes to land over on Seven and limped the Courier over to the hangar.
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Post by Dees on Mar 26, 2019 7:02:14 GMT -8
Theo was now in a real rush. He wanted to get rid of the extra baggage as quickly as possible. He had never physically been to Zeltros before, but his earlier meditations had pointed him in the right direction. Plugging in the exact formulas, he quickly deactivated the warning systems alerting him to potential obstacles. Innay looked concerned.
I've never been to hyperspace before, but are you sure that's the safest thing?
The two Zelron men looked wearily at one another and then at Innay who didn't offer any comfort. Theo didn't voice an answer, he instead just activated the hyperdrive and leaned back in his seat with his hands behind his head. The primary monitors had a centered timer counting down from 5 seconds.
Moments later, the Bifrost vanished from realspace.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 16, 2019 17:26:42 GMT -8
Walker exited hyperspace saw an asteroid field, after a few moments of maneuvering through it, Walker saw what appeared to be a space station of some kind built into several asteroids. Walker looked over the coordinates and realized that they were directing him to one specific asteroid that the datapad called Skip: Seven. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Walker directed the shuttle towards Skip: Seven's Port Town.
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Post by Digur Solus on Mar 22, 2020 12:24:30 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, the Kodiak-Class Troop Transport made its way into the asteroid field that contained Skip Seven. Automatically receiving updated asteroid navigational drift charts, the transport was able to plot a safe course through the field towards Skip Seven and the docking ports of Port Town.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on May 23, 2020 15:46:16 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, the Firefist Pirate fleet decelerated and came to station keeping at the edge of the asteroid field. On the bridge of the leading Tof Bulk Cruiser, Supreme Wolfgang sat in his oversized armchair and called out to the ensign responsible for communications.
"Hail Skip Seven. Get me a line t' this "Illusionist"."
As the connection was made, hopefully someone on the other end would have answers. A few weeks back, he had been contacted privately. Someone had left him a message saying to head to these coordinates and signal Skip Seven. Now normally, the Tof pirate wasn't one to follow random messages to the edges of the galaxy, but with their defeat on Etti VI and the murder of his brother at the hands of the Sith, having an ally would allow him to exact his revenge. Rather than running off half-cocked at the Sith, he figured a gander 'round these parts wouldn't hurt. And as much as he was fixin' to lay some hurt on the Sith, without a plan and a location to hit, right where it would be most effective, he may as well have rolled over to them. And that wasn't going to happen. He would have his revenge. He would rip out the heart of the Sith monstrosity that murdered his brother, with his bare hands. And he would take great joy in ensuring that his head was severed from the Sith's shoulders too, for good measure. But for now, it was time to play the waiting game...
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Post by The Elusive Man on May 28, 2020 7:53:01 GMT -8
The Firefist Pirates. Comprised of Tof, a humanoid species from a satellite galaxy neighboring this one. Incredibly tough and surprisingly strong, their mortal enemies were the Nagai. Having followed the activities of the pirate band as best as they could, The Illusionist was aware of the fact that the leader's brother had been slain by the Sith on Etti IV shortly before the Sith withdrew and the Solenbaren Diarchy claimed the world. After that, the pirate gang disappeared until a few weeks ago. Being able to catch them for a time roaming the Inner Rim, The Organization, as directed by the Illusionist, reached out and contacted the pirate group, leading them to Wild Space. Unsure of whether or not they'd show, it seemed that Zeckkar Wolfgang was gunning for revenge and was willing to seek them out. A surprising olive branch, given The Organization's history against pirate groups, but a welcome one, certainly. Appearing on the bridge of the Deadwood, The Illusionist was seated in his chair, sharply dressed as always. A lit cigarette was held between his fingers on his right hand and a glass of scotch with ice in it was resting on the left armrest of the chair.
Supreme Wolfgang. I was unsure if whether or not you would actually show, though I do appreciate you taking the time to venture all the way out here to meet.
Taking a drag from his cigarette, he exhaled slowly and cut right to the chase.
I have a proposition for you. One I think you will find rather satisfactory, given the current circumstances. I know you are one of the more recent victims of Sith brutality and you lost your brother as a result. I am certain you are angry and you are out for blood. But rather than strike blindly at the Sith, if you join with The Organization, we can give you the tools and the means to make surgical strikes against them. Strikes that will cause infinitely more damage to them in the long run in comparison to an all out direct assault.
Ashing his cigarette, he took another drag with a sharp inhale, then exhaled slowly.
I don't expect you to simply ally yourself with us until you've heard my proposition, however. Meet with my operative in Port Town and she will explain things more in detail. And as a show of good faith, I've had the asteroid drift charts uploaded to your fleet. Your men have been through a significant ordeal with the loss of their Commandant and Vao's Emporium could the just the spot they need to unwind and relax. While you meet with my operative, your men get some well earned R and R. Interested?
Ending the offer at that for the time being would allow for the pirates to take a well deserved break and it would allow Zeckkar a chance to visit Port Town and even the Nexus, if he were to accept the proposition Operative Strahovski was going to pitch to him, once they met up.
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Post by Supreme Wolfgang on Dec 8, 2020 15:25:34 GMT -8
Wolfgang considered the man's proposition. It was tempting. Not only would his men get the rest the deserved, he could avenge his fallen brother. But properly. Rather than simply throwing his and his men's lives away at a suicidal strike against the Sith, the old pirate could, with the help of The Organization, bleed the Sith slowly, from multiple incisions. And that, in the long run, seemed more worth while.
"I'll agree t' yer terms 'n meet wit' yer operative."
Without waiting for a response, the link was terminated. Turning to his men, the Tof pirate roared.
"Looks like we get some R 'n R, lads! We make port here!"
As soon as the asteroid drift charts were uploaded to the Tof fleet, the ships began to pick their way through the asteroid belt, towards Skip Seven.
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Post by Reaper on Jan 24, 2021 4:37:16 GMT -8
The Erebus floated in the empty void of space just beyond the furthest reaches of the Smuggler's Run. Despite the ships relative inactivity on the outside, the droid crew were busy within maintaining the Dungeon Ship. Despite the extensive modifications made to the Erebus which resulted in a large portion of the vessel being unable to support life, since the droids did not need such systems, there were still large portions suitable for organic matter. Reaper needed to breath air, as did many of the prisoners he brought aboard, and the motley crew of pilots that flew the Charybdis and Siren starfighters. To that end, the droid cleaning crews were at work keeping the ship in a liveable condition while maintenance droids tended to the life support.
Reaper, meanwhile, sat on the bridge of the Erebus overseeing the droid crew that controlled the Dungeon Ship. As with most of his jobs, Reaper retreated to a far corner of the galaxy to lay low for a while, waiting for the most intensive search parties to cool down before venturing into the known galaxy once more. Some might consider it boring, but he had built his reputation on being able to disappear as suddenly as he appeared
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 26, 2021 13:00:28 GMT -8
*A small freighter moved into the field and moved along, maneuvering past asteroids all the way into hyperspace*
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 16:17:03 GMT -8
**A small vessel entered the fabled asteroid belt or whatever mombo hip move name one wished to call the thing and began on it's way to the center of intergalactic wrongdoery at a hazardous speed. The pilot sweated bullets as Morrigan egged him on berating his tattered masculinity*
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Mar 30, 2021 18:09:45 GMT -8
*The Utopic Vulture, Kieran at the helm roared into the asteroid field like a bat out of hell*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 5:17:51 GMT -8
*Entering the Asteroid belt, the Utopic Vulture carefully navigated the path*
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Post by Óglaigh na Iarndóideanna on Apr 6, 2021 5:35:26 GMT -8
*Hitting the accelerator immediately upon entering space the ship weaved an admirable path evading flying heaps of stone. Trailed by the Utopic Vulture, the Poetic Buzzard made the jump to hyperspace*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Apr 6, 2021 8:02:58 GMT -8
*Boland maned the Utopic Vulture through the asteroids skillfully. Grace co-piloted as The Raven sat and stared at Maureen, playing with The Hound. Regular intergalactic Brady bunch. It was sickeningly peaceful*
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