Gukky
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Post by Gukky on Jul 27, 2013 0:00:04 GMT -8
All hands, abandon ship! All hands, abandon ship! This is a drill! All hands, abandon ship...
The klaxons wailed as the skeleton crew orderly trotted to the hangar bay. No pushing. No screams nor fire. It was a drill. The officers did roll-call. The captain watched from his observation platform and smartly snapped his watch shut, pleased at his crew's performance. He wasn't a superstitious man, but as tradition would have it, the success of a ship's maiden voyage and shake-down run would always stick with it, no matter what else happened with it. He wasn't about to let anything mar his new command. As soon as they cleared the docks, he drilled his crew tirelessly, building confidence and ability.
Which had made Gustav's job quite a simple one.
Sir! The medical team is absent!
That was unlike the doctor, a good and solid man. He had a sudden feeling of a foreboding evil and he did what all new commanders did - choke. Laboriously, he mentally went through the right procedures to do in this situation; deploy the security forces, launch a full search, let it slide and do an investigation afterwards...
"No. Hard. Feelings."
There was a wall of white noise. The captain's surprised and confused shout was lost in the din of concurrent supersonic blasts. The last thing he saw was the well-disciplined formations of sailors exploding into bright pink puffs before the light failed and then the sulphurous yellow emergency lighting came back on. It was deathly silent. But that was likely because those that weren't dead were suffering from tinnitus. The captain was reeling, staggering away in a daze with no thought to himself except that he had to get to the bridge and alert the docks. He stumbled across the blood-slicked deck. Then he stepped ankle deep into dispensed ammunition. It was a small sea of empty casings.
"Is. Anyone. There."
There was an unnaturally glowing red orb that turned to face him. In the gloom, he could only make out half of the humanoid figure that sprouted from the deck. But it was only half a person - one arm, one eye and the lower half of its body was completely missing. Had someone survived whatever had turned the deck into charnel house?
"There. You. Are."
That was all warning he had before a hail of bullets shredded him and the wall immediately behind him.
"Good. Bye."
The Ardent-class was in formation and all lights were showed green to make the jump. All that it waited for was the other frigates.
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Bloodrage Pirates
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jul 30, 2013 5:54:15 GMT -8
Venk lead the team of "executives" into one of the private meeting rooms and gave them all a security key card to allow them access to their ships. He had loaded one of the key cards to alert him when it was used, he would betray this operative's position to the security forces and maintain his cover that way. After this swift exchange the team split up, heading their separate ways to their own targets. Venk returned to his office to await his next move. Little did he know but the Executioners had been instructed not to use anything given to them by Venk, Arkan would not have loose ends.
As the smaller of the pirate teams took their position, the Executioners infiltrated their target vessels, mostly through ventilation shafts. Some disguised themselves as dock workers to get on board but they all made their way to the bridge. They would make their move after the ships had departed from the docks. Once the ships were away the pirate operatives quickly killed the Captain and first officer before threatening the rest of the skeleton bridge crew. If they resisted then they died, either way the hyperdrive coordinates were changed ready for a synchronised jump. The small fleet paused on the edge of the Kuat system, all the agents knew the others had control of their ships and they breathed a sigh of relief. Then the ships jumped into hyperspace, not on their planned journey.
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Post by Pasca Resco on Oct 24, 2013 8:39:57 GMT -8
Bellagio was at her wit's end. She waved the ship through to KDY after logging it into a completely separate security system.You are cleared for docking at bay 47-231 at Kuat Drive Yards. Enjoy your stay.
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Post by Pasca Resco on Oct 24, 2013 9:28:46 GMT -8
"Of course, I will have a sales person greet you and then you may proceed with them." The man behind the kiosk said, he shortly after picked up the com link and asked for a sales representative to come and escort the new client to a sales room to discuss the transaction. After a few short moments a sales man, suit and all, came out from one of the hallways and beaconed for Pasca to come with him.
"Right this way ma'am." The sales person said as the woman approached him. The pair walked down the hall to one of the various doorways which opened upon the man entering his security code. The two entered the room, and once the pair had seated the man spoke again. "So what all are you interested in Miss Pasca?"
"We would be interested in purchasing 3 HAVw V5, 9 AT-AR, and 5 AT-TE" Pasca said promptly, her black eyes locked on the sales representative's.
The man used the computer in front of him and began to fill out the invoice. "So it is to be made out to, Zenchou Piteos you had said?" After receiving confirmation from the woman the man continued to enter the various equipment that had been requested. "The total for your 3 HAVw V5, the 9 AT-AR and the 5 AT-TE comes out to 3 million credits." The man paused for a moment to look up from his computer screen and to speak to the woman seated across from him. As he spoke he turned the screen so that she was able to read all the details as well as the invoicing number. "Does that sound correct, and how soon will you be able to transfer the funds to KDY?"
"We can transfer funds currently, and that is what we had expected." With those words, a single silver streak began to go across her eyes. It looked similar to that of a heart beat pulse, however it continued straight. "The funds have been ordered to be transferred, you should be able to see payment shortly using the invoice number." What the droid had spoken was true, she had sent the required information through her system and transmit the necessary details to the banking set-up of Zenchou Piteos. "When can we expect delivery of the items to Rishi?"
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Zenchou Piteos
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Post by Zenchou Piteos on Oct 25, 2013 19:16:16 GMT -8
Pasca stands and heads to her MSC-SF, shortly after boarding it rockets towards open space and then into hyperspace.
The workers in the factory in charge of constructing walkers began to move about in a hurried pace. Many working on terminals that moved the factory line, and operated the machines. The frames to the various items on the purchase order were being constructed at this moment, and smaller droids moved about these frames to tac-wield various points as well as insert the necessary items to ensure that the particular machines did not come apart after construction.
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Post by Pasca Resco on Oct 27, 2013 11:03:54 GMT -8
By now the items that had been ordered for Piteos' ground forces were half complete. Their frames and hulls had been completed, and at this moment the engine components were being built and installed piece by piece. Small droids and various personnel inspected points on the war machines, ensuring that their frames and exterior hulls had been properly placed together and securely fashioned. The wheel housing for the massive tanks ordered, had been prepared and stacked near the 3 tanks were the wheels that would be added as the final pieces to complete the massive machines once all the engine work, electronic components, and finally interior had been fitted. Which would leave the last work to be done to be installing the armament of the detachment that had been ordered.
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Alpharius
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Post by Alpharius on Nov 21, 2013 19:18:17 GMT -8
Clad in simple blast armour, Sergeant Rivers skirted along the edge of the crowd. His soldiers had cordoned off much of this module’s hangar bay, so that an organized system for transit off the station could be achieved. Each of his men was armed with simple blaster rifles and a pistol to act as their secondary weapon, though as heavily armed as they were it was just a precaution. He didn’t realize how many times he had to say that throughout the morning, easing the nerves of frightened dock works and their families by muttered assurances. Rivers was a simple man ever since he had come kicking and screaming into the world aboard the orbital hab modules. The uniform he wore reflected the earlier statement as it was bereft of the regimental honours bestowed upon him when he had been conscripted to serve. Since he had known most of these people, it was easy enough for him to get them to lay down their burdens and proceed towards docking bay ninety three without so much as a hitch. No one rushed towards the shuttle hoping to be the first one off the drive yards, everything went along smoothly. A genuine smile forced his lips to part as he saw his family through the docking portal; they had finally finished packing and made it down to where he was stationed. Resisting the urge to part the ocean of people, the Sergeant merely nodded as soon as their gaze locked onto him.
“Sir.” A familiar voice called out to him. Turning to face the speaker, Rivers cocked an eyebrow. With words going unsaid, the soldier snapped a crisp salute and stood easy. “Sir, we’re proceeding on schedule in accordance to air traffic control. Every soul passing planetside is being recorded to ensure their stories stack up with what we have on record.” The soldier paused, speaking freely despite the lack of approval from his commanding officer. It was the way he ran things up here in the slips, for a more freely fitted structure of command seemed to bond the men under his command more than what he heard the Kuati army went through to enforce discipline. “Being on a war footing has gotten control all wound up like a spring, as they want to minimize any imposters or infiltrators getting a free ride to the planet. I can understand why Command wouldn’t want something like that happen, but we’ve known all of these people for most of our lives! I doubt they could be religious zealots.” Rivers chortled lightly. “The Mandalorians are cunning foes, as their relentless advance seems to have been years in the making it only makes sense that they’ve placed operatives throughout the galaxy to act as their eyes and ears or perhaps as saboteurs when the crusader vanguard arrives.” Rivers let a sigh slip through his lips. “We can’t let such an issue take place when an impending attack is just upon the horizon. You know how well Lord Sinistra would take that? So well, that our corpses would adorn the bow of her flagship until we’ve been atomized.”
The man shook his head at his own folly, Rivers knew that he must be accepting the duty he had been tasked with and finding the steel within to stop himself from acting like a small child. Good, the sergeant thought, the man needed to grow some balls. Tarik was always like this when there was work to be done; pointing out and complaining of things he had no control of. He was a soldier in the planetary militia; it was unbecoming of him to act thusly. The sergeant waved him off and took his station at the head of the line where some of his men were thoroughly scanning each non-combatant as they stepped into cordoned off area. Gesturing for a gentleman in a ragged duster to come forward, Rivers began searching him for any concealed weapons and anything out of the ordinary. With nothing found, he slowly pulled out his scanner and let the azure lights bathe the man before him. Small items were picked out by the scanner, dancing across his screen as he moved the device up and down. Nothing out of the ordinary was found, and after having his record doubled checked, the man was cleared to proceed to the second shuttle on the right. The tedious work continued for much of the day until this selection of workers had been loaded into the transports and sent on their way. Meeting with his family was a heartfelt affair, but in keeping with his duties Rivers kept the chatter to a minimum.
It had been a long day, and as more and more groupings had come in; it was one of many ahead.
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 1, 2013 18:36:44 GMT -8
Battle of Kuat - Kuat Drive Yards 
Shield generators have been erected in sections 1,2,3, and 7 in order to provide protection and support. In order to assault the Drive Yards, the generators must be deactivated from the inside. You can breach each section in small strike teams.
Force users will need to protect the generators long enough for 3 transports to load, leave and return. (One post for each, for a total of nine posts as posted by the DM.)
In order to cripple the Drive Yards and eventually destroy them, the Mandos must take out 3 of the 4 generators. Each generator will require 2 posts to arm, 1 to take cover and then 1 to detonate an explosive. The one arming the explosive cannot be interrupted or fighting at the time, so they will need cover. If interrupted, they must begin again. Please indicate what generator in which section you are destroying. The defenders can try to disarm if the person has taken cover. It takes 2 uninterrupted posts to disarm. If interrupted, the original count for detonation resumes. If someone tries to disarm, you have to stop them. You can't just blow up the generator.
The next set of objectives will be posted depending on the success of these.
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Gavin Phoenix
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Post by Gavin Phoenix on Dec 2, 2013 10:25:55 GMT -8
*A shuttle made its way from the planet's surface with great haste. Approaching the drive yards, it came to the closest docking bay and entered. It didn't even land as the boarding ramp lowered and Gavin jumped t the ground. The second he was clear, the ramp closed and the shuttle took off in just as quick a hurry as it arrived. Gavin couldn't blame them. With the threat of a battle, they didn't want to be in this area, should the attack come while mid-flight.
Cracking his neck, he pulled out a small datatpad and looked through the schematics of the yards. Sinistra had made sure to inform everyone what needed to be the highest priority, both here and on the surface. Putting the datapad back in place, he headed off for the generator in his area of the Supply Space Station (1)*
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2013 11:54:10 GMT -8
Residential Space Station (2) + Various parts of the station. Sergeant Rivers leaned upon the railing, overlooking the promenade from the balcony above. His men were below, guiding the last of the civvies into the final evacuation point. The last few days had seen thousands of non-combatants sent to other nearby systems, and thousands more sent to the planet’s surface once the defenses were put in place. Though nearly a billion souls had remained within the metallic shell of the station, Rivers was sure that before the invaders had come; they would be safe from harm. Pushing off the railing and taking up his E-11 blaster rifle, the defense force Sergeant moved down onto the flight deck below. Several lines of non-combatants stretched along the length of the deck, pouring in from the outer sections of the residential areas and filing into the belly of the latest freighter. Knowing that other sections of the residential space station were undergoing the same process, Rivers couldn’t help but wonder how they were fairing. Noting that the line of thought was dragging him away from his duties, Rivers began conducting the lines towards their inevitable destination.
Throughout the station, several platoons of lightly armed soldiers began digging in. Makeshift barricades were made from cargo and shipping containers, doors and computer terminals were sealed and wiped respectively as these platoons had made their way towards their objectives. While they would do little to stop the relentless onslaught of the upper echelons of the Mandalorian crusade, these brave souls would provide enough resistance to stall their zealous underlings. Protected by blaster resistant vests and combat helms, they would be the first and final line against the iron clad horde of the enemy. It was their only hope that they would live to see the next sunrise after the defense perimeters were breached. As the call to arms was made, they tightened their grip upon their guns and waited for the battle that must come.Thirty-Two men are stationed at each of the Power Generators and at the hangar bays in the residential districts. Standard level soldiers meant to be either distractions or cannon fodder, as they are armed with simple equipment listed in the narration above. All Dark Tide allied Writers have permission to NPC these defense forces to their leisure. |
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 4, 2013 22:30:55 GMT -8
Military Space Station (3)... The Simic entered the station's hangar bay with a shriek of rapidly slowing engines. Even as the shuttle hovered over the mighty bay, its landing ramp lowered with a pressurized hiss of gas. A single cloaked figure fluttering down to the decking as the shuttle continued it's landing cycle.
Jud'dayus landed lightly on his feet, scanning the hangar bay to see a squad of troops rushing towards his position, as the Simic's landing gears finally clanked against the bay's deck.
"My Lord." Shouted the lead trooper, the markings of a sergeant on his armor's right lapel. "We've been awaiting you arrival. I'm ser-"
"I have no need for your name." Jud interrupted, with a raising of his gloved hand. "I am however in need of explanations for my orders taking me..." The Sith stopped, looking around the station from underneath his hood, before turning back to the sergeant. "... to this place. Where is Lord Sinistra?" Jud finished in a demanding tone.
The troopers looked form one to another for a moment, no doubt talking to one another over a closed comms-channel. "My Lord Jud'dayus. Lord Sinistra isn't in this station, I don't know if she's even on the driveyards, my Lord." The sergeant offered with a pardoning bow. "We've been ordered by Colonel Raith to protect the shield generator in this section, along with the rest of the platoon, and whoever was dispatched to this section." The sergeant continued, taking a data-slate from his belt and scrolling through whatever was displayed on his end. "And you seem to be the highest on this list." He finished.
Jud's face screwed into a snarl before relaxing into a quaint smile. "Of course..." He finally answered, knowing that Sinistra had bigger fish to fry, and that their meeting on Tatooine had probably garnered little need for them to actually be in contact with one another, but an orbital platform? Jud's hooded head turned towards the Simic as metal foot falls could be heard from within the cargo hold. "You can return to your duties." Jud started, before turning back towards the troops before him. "I have my own troops..." He finished as the first sets of black metal feet marched down the Simic's landing ramp. Units within the Simic's hold: All droids are black, with Jud's personal insignia (a flame inside a circle) emblazoned somewhere on their bodies. - 10 HK-J Droids
- Alchemically enhanced armor, and under structure. (Sith magics have been infused throughout the carapace... they are tough)
- Military grade hardware/wetware.: Optics, stratagem core, power cell
- Personal shielding unit has taken the place of nonessential bits and bobs (ie translator unit, and anything noncombat essentials)
- able to withstand small arms fire indefinitely.
- able to withstand 500-1000 rounds of blaster rifle fire. (though this is an estimate.)
- able to withstand a single shot from any heavy blaster weapon. (though the droid will be damaged)
- Each is equipped with the following armaments...
- T-21 light repeating blaster (carrying: 2 reloads)
- DC-15A blaster rifle (mag-locked to back: 2 reloads)
- DXR-6 disruptor rifle (mag-locked to upper leg: 2 reloads)
- 10 inch vibro blades within each gauntlet (spring loaded and retractable)
- 10 Droideka Mk.II Normal specs
- 40 Sentinel Mk. IV Droids
- Personal shielding
- able to withstand small arms fire for up to 200 rounds. (though this is an estimate)
- able to withstand 100 rounds of rifle fire. (though this is an estimate)
- E-11 blaster rifle: suppressor and stock additions
- 10 inch combat vibro blade
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 5, 2013 20:43:40 GMT -8
*The trip was a bit shaky and unstable as they exited the atmosphere. Like the pilot said on the ground, it was a ten minute drop off to the military center/base section of the drive yards. It could have been more, but she could care less as the transport entered the hangar quickly, but landing about five times slower than their entrance, which annoyed Crystaall, who wanted to get off the ship and observe the operations going on here, knowing the mandolorian force would have to get through the forces here first. But she could still feel that presence. The one that was stronger than her own, and more familiar than her leader or her students. Stepping off the ramp and taking off her helmet, she placed it under her left armor and did a two finger motion to the pilot that he was clear to leave. She fixed up her brown hair into its signature ponytail and put her free hand on her hip as she began to look around and continue to feel that presence. It was true that it was bothering her. It was frustrating her, because she could not put a name on it. But then she took a step back in her mind and observed the presence. She sighed as she put her hand on her forehead. (Sithspit.)*
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 6, 2013 0:07:44 GMT -8
Military Station (3)... The Venerable Sith watched silently from under his hooded head, as his droid contingent exited the Simic and alined themselves before his gaze for immediate inspection. Jud walked down the short ranks of Mk. IV's, nodding his head agreeably as he passed them. "Assist the Dark Tide and Republic Troops..." Jud said evenly. "Protocol 9, objective; protect shield generator." Jud continued, coming to the end of the line of Mk. IV's and stopping for a moment. "You have your orders, obey." Jud finished, the 40 Sentinel Droids slamming their fists to their chests in unison before marching off double time towards the generator.
"As for you lot..." Jud began, his pacing starting up again in front of the Mk.II's. "2, 4, 6, 8, and 10 will be protecting the generator." Jud pointed a gloved hand towards 5 of the 10 droids, and they didn't hesitate in coiling up and rolling to their designated areas around the generator. "Unit 1, 3, 5... You will be assigned to the Simic. Guard it with extreme prejudiced." Jud hissed out the last word, as the droids coiled and rolled away. "7 and 9, you will act as reserves at the moment. Until you are called upon, you are to be within earshot of me." Jud looked to the complex sensor array of the unfurled droids, as they blinked in acknowledgment.
"And what do I tell my praetorians?" Jud mused, as he stepped in front of his personal retinue of hulking assassin droids. "You are to kill, and kill, and kill... Show no quarter, and if your weapons run dry... use them to bludgeon the dogs of war into subservient submission, understood?" Jud finished with a mirthful tinge to his voice. His questions was answered by 10 more metal fists beating up against metal chests.
"Good..." Jud murmured, finally taking down the cowl of his hood to reveal an ancient Mandalorian mask as his face. Its front - visor and all - was black as pitch, black as the void. The only color on the matte surface was that of Jud's insignia. He hadn't worn his Sith battle suit since the Battle of the Dune Sea - some 30 years ago - and before that he hadn't worn it completely since the Civil War. Even with the lapse of time, it fit the Old Sith like a glove. "Ah, the Debased shall be loosed today..." Jud said softly to himself as he checked his prized sabers. "It's been far too long since I've let myself enjoy the fury of War." He continues to say to himself as he grabbed the Sith sword off of his back holster, it's eerily shimmering frost blue blade not casting a reflection on Jud's masked face, before he returned it to the scabbard on his back. "And last but not least." Jud chuckled, unclasping an odd looking hilt from his belt. "Hello, old friend..." Jud said to the hilt as he brought it up to his masked face, as if to kiss it tenderly. "You'll dance with me again, won't you?" He asked the hilt, igniting it into a flourish of oily black smoke, that quickly formed into an ebbing blade. Jud grinned under his mask, feeling the Forcesaber's hunger after centuries of disuse. "Oh, don't worry, you'll get your fill... I promise."
Jud's head turned away from the oily blade as he felt someone approaching, another Froce user, another eager soul. "Well well well..." Jud said softly as he began to recognize the sensation. "Didn't expect to see any Jensaarai leave Contruum to break a nail over such a small thing as a War." Jud said loud enough to care towards the woman he knew all too well. "How is Lady Tanith, by the way?" Jud asked with a chuckle, knowing the answer already. |
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Lord Sinistra
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Dec 6, 2013 10:08:34 GMT -8
Sinistra opened a channel to all allied forces, her voice strong with determination.
The time has come. This is the day that we will speak of for generations to pass. The day that we put aside our natures to break our foes upon us like a receding tide. Let them forever wonder why they ever considered following that madman in his fool's errand. Let them see that united, we stand against their tyranny. Against their callousness and against their darker side. They took Sernpidal. They took Carida. Ossus. Yavin. They shall not have the jewel of Kuat for their crown. We will take it from them and declare ourselves victorious or we will greet the Bogan and Ashla as old friends and slip into that blessed chaos bloodied but not beaten. Death does not scare those who are unafraid to live. Bring them their deaths, with blaster, saber and sword. Bring them blessed relief of their blind following. Bring them truth. Let it choke the breath from their lungs. The force is mighty, it is our ally, our tool and our mistress. We shall defend her and this place to the last. Battle stations. Troops at the ready.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 6, 2013 12:29:12 GMT -8
*Crystaall sighed and looked at Jud'dayus, beginning to speak in a dissapointed tone.*
"I am afraid I am one of the few Jensaarai to answer this call and fight here, except for my students. As for Lady Tanith, I don't know. Garwig handeled the diplomacy and talking, I only chose to fight for his cause, but I'm slowly slipping away."
*Crystaall blinked as Sinistra's voice shot out of her helmet's intercom as she stood there, a few feet from Lor Jud'dayus. She listened to the speech and smiled intently. It was a good one at that, and one she could stand behind. Once Sinistra finished and the intercom shut off Crystaall looked at Jud'dayus with an anxious look on her face.*
"I am just a soldier on the field, prepared for almost any fight. I hope you don't mind if I stick by your side for this fight. I would prefer be teamed up with you than anyone else here... considering our little encounters."
*She said this as if she was proud of knowing this man. She knew he was pure evil but she also knew it would be best to stick by him with her own alignment in the Force being tested. But she knew this was to fight. Not to wallow on her darker side. This would be an interesting battle to be sure, and she would make it known to these fools that no one runs a campaign against the Force and Force-users, and gets away with it.*
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Panno
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Post by Panno on Dec 7, 2013 17:23:31 GMT -8
Andrim Shipyards (7)
As the imperial shuttle touched down in the dry-docks of the shipyards the 6 knights disembarked quickly. Panno first then the others behind him, all of them looked grim. The battle outside had just commenced, and it wouldn't take long for it to make it's way onto the ring. Four knights stayed behind to protect this section. 2 boarded a pair of fighters that had been left here in the hasty evacuation. Brand new the two TIE Predators were sitting in the middle of the floor the last two in the hanger. Possibly extras, maybe due to someone staging as a civillian. It mattered not, what mattered was how they would be used.
Entering the two ships Finnick and Panno went over the pre-flight checks. Making sure the weapons and shields were warmed up before exiting the station. As they left neither looked back, knowing that their mission was a suicide mission. Everything that was going to happen today and in the following weeks would be remembered through time. Wether they would be remembered as heros, villains or casualities was yet to be seen.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 7, 2013 23:28:36 GMT -8
Military Station (3), before initial Mandalorian armada's arrival...
"Slipping? Excellent..." Was all Jud managed before Sinistra's voice rang through the hangar bay and onward through the station.The Sith was still, his masked face staring at the young woman for a moment. Its emotionless visor conveying nothing to Crys of what might be formulating underneath its matte black exterior. That was until the laugh started. It was a grating tinny sound from the mask's external vox, a much harsher sound than what issued when Jud had spoken before; probably due to slight distortion and feedback. Though the sounds exiting Jud's helmet sounded harsh, he was actually laughing warmly at what the young Jensaarai had just offered; it had truly been funny to him.
"You're no soldier." The Sith finally managed between tinny, squeaks of vox laughter, as he lowered himself to the hangar bay's decking, sitting in a meditative position. "Nor are you prepared..." Jud continued, crossing his legs and straightening his back, before turning his emotionless gaze up towards, Crys. "But you do deliver your rhetoric with almost convincing vigor. Bravo." He stated, clapping his hands in mock congratulations, before placing them on his knees and bowing his head slightly. "A true warrior wouldn't gloat about being ready to those around them." Jud started again, his voice a crisp as it had been before the laughing; as if he weren't talking to Crys from behind a mask. Maybe he wasn't, maybe he was actually in her head? "A true warrior would already know the outcome of the battle. They would be centered, they would know their place." Jud breathed out, his voice taking on a low resonance. "If you choose to fight by my side for this battle, you WILL center yourself. I'm not here to die because of your gaudy inexperience." The Sith continued, raising his right hand and pointing to the floor beside him. "Surely you've been taught to meditate in your years of learning?" Jud asked with a slight tinge of annoyance behind his words. "Sit and clear your mind. Let the Force flow through you unabated. Allow it to suffuse your entire being, and allow it to guide your thoughts." Jud continued, his hand returning to his knee, as he took another deep breath. "And you will see the truth in your purpose here." Jud breathed out slowly, his head sinking closer to the decking of the hangar bay. Mandalorian Orbital Assault...
The Sith had said nothing for quite some time, before his head snapped up from it's resting place. "They are here..." Jud stated in a voice out of sync with his own voice, just before klaxons started to blare their warnings of multiple confirmed contacts en route to the drive yards and planet. "Ready yourself, young one." Jud said aloud, not turning to look at Crystaall, before he righted himself up from his seated position.
"I do hope the Force showed you your place..." Jud questioned without actually questioning, as he turned from the young Jensaarai, starting his way deeper into the hangar bay; where the Mandalorians would most likely punch into the bay for maximum tactical advantage. The Venerable Sith's retinue of HK-Js followed him closely.
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Crystaall Sehefadu
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Post by Crystaall Sehefadu on Dec 8, 2013 6:13:39 GMT -8
*Crystaall wasn't surprised the old man mocked her, he had more experience than she could dream of having. But it still got under her skin like a small needle. She listened intently and tried to hide her annoyance from Jud'dayus, for fear of more mocking or the fact that he was amused by her annoyance. She kept her mind open as she sat down next to a man she never quite understood with an attempt to center herself. An attempt that hasn't been done in a few years. So sitting down, Crystaall allowed herself to breath deeply and completely relax herself. She let the Force flow around her, as it never came from her, other than the dark spirit that rested inside. She sat there in unison with Jud'dayus.*
--Mandolorian Assault--
*Finally at peace with herself, she tried to crack a smile, but it was shot down as she noticed Jud's head rise with an open eye. Once he got up and told her to be ready, she only nodded in silence, getting up from her position cautiously. She picked up her helmet and placed it back on her head, deactivating its HUD system and following Jud in complete silence. In response to Jud's rhetorical question Crystaall only closed her eyes and finally cracked out the smile that evaded her moments before. She didn't take out any of her weapons, she was already quick on the draw, and she didn't feel as if drawing a weapon with no enemy in sight would be the smartest idea.*
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Jerek Morrows
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Post by Jerek Morrows on Dec 8, 2013 18:55:59 GMT -8
As he docked in Andrim Shipyards, Jerek pulled back his hood and stuffed his lightsaber into the folds of his unassuming spacer's cowl. Beyond his DL-44, he was visibly unarmed, though a frisk or a scan would likely detect his Jedi weapon. His goal here, however, was not to stir up the reactions of the populace; rather, it was to help them evacuate, and to protect those who were still on the station. If possible, he would attempt to find further information on Dark Tide, but as a Jedi, his current prerogative was the people of Kuat.
As the canopy rose, and Jerek- an average height, older looking fellow with graying brown hair and dark brown eyes, as well as wrinkles and a serious face- hopped out from his ship and hurried in to the station proper. He would have to move through as much of the ring as possible to ensure everyone was getting to safety, and this would have to serve as his starting point.
He opened a connection to the Jedi Intelligence Network on his datapad and brought up what schematics of KDY he had available, and proceeded to pinpoint his own location. From there, he plotted his course of action, and decided to head first toward the more densely populated residential areas. These shipyards would serve as a primary target for Mandalorian insertion, however; his decision to dock here had been tactical, as well. If he could route a hostile boots-on-the-ground force, he would have a lot less to worry about for the civilians.
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Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Dec 8, 2013 22:47:52 GMT -8
Military Station (3): Orbital Battle Commencing... Jud had been silent for some time now, his feet taking him up several flights of meshed stairs in order to get higher off the actual hangar bay, allowing him to survey his surroundings better. Through the crystalline canopy of the bay the twinkling of turbolaser fire and the blossoming explosions of ship to ship torpedoes could be seen in the near-distant darkness of the inky void beyond the shimmering shields.
"When was the last time you were actually in a battle, Crystaall?" Jud asked, finally breaking the tense silence, even using the young woman's name in a formal way. This had been the first time he'd ever addressed her by her actual name. It was usually; woman, Jensaarai, or just child. It was if the Old Sith was actually talking to Crys, without the pretense of superiority that he usually had about him. Jud's visor turned to look at Crys. "I was on Ossus..." Was all he said at first, wondering if the young woman even knew what had happened there only weeks before. "These Mando-dogs are not adverse to shooting women." Jud continued with an agreeable nod of his masked face. "Don't hold on to kindness, you won't be shown any." Jud's faced turned back towards viewing the battle unfolding kilometers away.
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