A ship of the S.T.A.R.S. team Alpha ascended from the city of Yractos to the open space above. On board were Arn and Gravicus Hart, as well as the pilot, who was calculating a route to the planet of Nubia. As soon at the ship was of an adequate distance from Gyndine, it entered hyperspace for its new destination.
Last Edit: Mar 19, 2014 3:11:49 GMT -8 by Arn Hart
Post by Darth Andor on Aug 2, 2015 16:55:39 GMT -8
An unmarked RC-2 Twilight scoutship exited hyperspace into Gyndine's orbit, easily positioned out of reach of detection by the planet's orbital control... If there was any. One of the four scouts sent out by request of Darth Andor, this particular corporal was sent here to report of the planet's activity, and the state of the long forgotten Sith Academy, the Arx Nox Noctis, the old facility used by the Palpatinian Order of the Sith.*
*The single, one-person starship slowly approached the planet as the pilot flicked a couple of switches on the control panel, activating the ship's cloaking device and long-range sensors. She stared at the monitors, searching for any signs of activity..... Nothing.*
*Approaching the planet with extreme caution, taking records of the current dull state of activity, the pilot made preparations to head to the location that Andor had informed her was the coordinates of the lost Arx.
Post by Darth Andor on Aug 3, 2015 15:32:08 GMT -8
After taking the appropriate orbital surveillance procedures and making multiple copies of the records, which indicated no activity, the pilot pushed the aircraft forward, and towards the location of the Arx.
Victory 1-Class Star Destroyer exits hyperspace, holes and tears in its outer hull. It would be a shock to any how it was still able to operate, but its crew was able to keep it moving at least. Not much else worked, and those that were still alive aboard only wanted to keep her moving tell they could find a safe place to make repairs and recruit crew members. The force user on board had given them cords to this planet, stating that he once called it home and that it was here we could find what we needed. Though he was rarely seen outside his quarters, they followed him fully. Most had been with him for over twenty years of service. Notifications were sent to his data pad as they exited hyperspace, on his request of course other wise he was left alone.
Sudden pain, skull splitting pain. I forgot that stupid alarm again. What time was it? Rolling out of bed i clapped my hand to my head. I really should sleep a different direction, maybe then I wouldn't slam my head off the shelf hanging there. Blasted idiotic idea to put it there, the designers should be shot for it. With the pain subsiding I reached for the data pad that was now going off for a second time. Had we finally arrived? Must be only the crew ever contacted me now, and usually only if it was directly stated to. Well there was no rush to get to the bridge, they would be doing routine checks for leading factions, and any defending faction on the planet. I might as well take the time to clean up a bit. Standing up slowly I braced myself, was I hung over? Or was this because of me slamming my head of the shelf? Ether way the spinning room was quite annoying, and hindering me. Stripping out of cloths that reeked ofbooze, and what I can only think might be some of my vomit i entered the refresher. A sigh of relief escaping as the warm water hit my back. God this felt so good!!!
After some time I finally stepped out of the refresher, I saw my reflection in the corner of my eye from the mirror. Had it be so long that I had honestly forgot what a clean shaven face looked like. Running my right hand slowly along my face, I chuckled. Things would need to change for the better, I don't know how much longer I can go on like this. Throwing cloths on, grabbing the sabers sitting on my night stand, and finally putting on my boots I left my room. It was only a quick trip to the bridge, and once there I took a seat at the helm.
Whats the statues report, Admiral?
A tall slender man, with long black hair turned towards me smiling.
Sir we don't read any signs of a long standing faction control. But we may yet come across them with a bit more time.
Very well keep up the scans, will give it 24 hours before we go planet side. Continue to sound out comm messages in hope of a reply. We arn't here for any trouble, we just want repairs and to hire crew members to replace our brothers.
With a smile and nod, he turned his back to me and continued to direct his men. I swung one leg over the arm of my chair and rested my head upon my right hand, playing the waiting game.
This is the Victory 1-Class Star Destroyer designated "Abridal". We are here under peaceful terms, our master only wish to resupply our crew if we find any, and make repairs to our ship. Please reply asap.
With out a reply the Admiral sent his troops planet side, giving them three week to round up as many new blood as the could. In the mean time he and their leader stood in private meeting discussing where they should head next. Nether really seemed to happy about the others idea's though eventually they did find some middle ground. When the three weeks had come to an end, they had only manged to scavenge about 200 able bodies, only about a fifth of what they really need. With the transports brought back aboard the Abridal, the ship turned face new cords put in. With in moments the almost destroyed Abridal blasted into hyper space headed for a new home.