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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 11:09:04 GMT -8
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Post by The Major on Jun 15, 2013 20:15:09 GMT -8
A nondescript Victory II-class Star Destroyer warps into the system, and off the record of any schedule. Naturally, when it continued to speed planet bound and ignore any hails, did the planetary defense systems come online. Problem, Shili has been Hell before, destroyed more times than anyone wants to keep a count of. The systems, frankly, sucked. Laser blasts bounce off of the antagonist's shields, as the Star Destroyer completely disregards any traffic in its path and pulverizes a number of single ships and freighters that fail to maneuver from its sprinting path. Soon enough, the invasion ship has dipped below the most stout part of the anti-space defenses, and continues into the atmosphere below -correcting its course for Corvala: that old hunting ground.
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Post by The Major on Feb 20, 2014 21:14:54 GMT -8
Space opens up and vomits out a Star Destroyer along with a few escorting frigates. Callsign Saya offers a stampede of clearing codes and prepares to conduct routine maintenance. Troop transports begin to spew from the hanger bays. A lot of people were about to get shore leave.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2014 15:38:14 GMT -8
The Imperial shuttle bearing, among other things, mounds of paperwork and a rather disgruntled mercenary, enters Shili orbit. The Emperor had decreed that Gulliver travel ahead of the main body to ensure that the proper preparations had been made. He had assumed that this would basically include coordinating with his opposite number from the other side to make sure adequate arrangements were made for housing and security, but noooooo. There were forms. There were waivers. There was documentation. There were, in, all seven crates of high capacity datapads on the shuttle, and he had been forced to go through them all before arriving. Fortunately, he was locked in the cabin for the first contact with ATC. The pilots knew better than to let his foul tempered ways mess things up.
Shili Traffic Control, this is the Imperial Starship Vanguard. We have high level diplomatic personnel on board to make arrangements for an upcoming summit. Landing clearance would be greatly appreciated.
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Post by The Major on Mar 3, 2014 17:58:36 GMT -8
It takes under a minute for ATC to respond with a burst of scrubbing static. Once the frequency was fine tuned, a man speaks over to the vessel's controller.
:: Acknowledged, we read you loud and clear. To ensure your safety, we will need to check your vessel's registration, run a background check related to its service record, run a remote probe scan to authenticate both registration and record, cross reference with your current insurance provider, and confirm your claim and intent of business. We apologize for the inconvenience, but the greater Corvala Metropolitan Area is currently under martial law due to the insurgency threat level being raised to level orange. Travel advisory: landing outside the safe zone in the Damascus Spaceport has been deemed dangerous, nor can the Shilian National Socialist Arbiter Party assume any responsibility for bodily harm, capture, rape, murder, or all possible combinations of aforementioned states, due to insurgent activity. Please hold while we see if you qualify for dignitary status. Dignitary status grants you lack of scrutiny by security, peacekeeping, police, military, hybrid military, and paramilitary forces planet side. Dignitary status also grants absolution from investigatory profiling by any of the aforementioned forces. Your request has been filed, and take note that all communications between yourself and ATC will be recorded for administrative examination. Thank you for your patience. Stand by::
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2014 18:40:35 GMT -8
When most people are said to swear violently, it is generally a metaphor. Gulliver's violent swearing involved something very heavy thumping into the cockpit door, along with a stream of invective so loud and so foul that some of it actually bled over into the comm feed.
The copilot sent the requested documentation, none of which had been entrusted to the ham-fisted mercenary. He might be a genius at defensive emplacements, but his notorious hatred for administrative tasks was legendary around the Imperial Military. Which, of course, was why so many people found so many reasons to pile it on.
That's a good copy, ATC-FUCKING SCUMBAG PIECES OF- We're standing by. Be advised, we appear to be picking up some odd -I'LL PICKLE YOUR SPLEENS IN THE BLOOD OF YOUR CHILDREN, YOU MOTHERLESS SONS OF- interference.
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Post by The Major on Mar 3, 2014 20:13:58 GMT -8
About an hour of silence in the cold wait passes. At one point some of the crewmen might peer out a viewport and spot of number of recon drones taking pictures of their vessel from up close.
:: Excellent news, inbound vessel: your ship passes all checks and your declaration of intent has been confirmed by your benefactors. Congratulations, you've also qualified for dignitary status, and as such, will enjoy such privileges befit of a diplomatic detail. Docking bay Victor Echo November Niner has been cleared and prepared for your arrival. Please proceed to the Damascus Spaceport at your soonest inclination. An ambassador will greet you there and provide all relevant information you may need in regards to your diplomatic mission. BE ADVISED: standard galactic docking fees will be charged via credit to your craft based upon the number of days you'll stay. A tariff will be added for collection by the SNSAP on top of the base parking rate. Please be certain to check in any items through customs -appropriate levies will be enacted depending on the imported product. Exported goods will not have any extra fees attached unto them. Thank you for your patience in this endeavor, and have a pleasant and safe stay in Shili. ATC out. ::
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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2014 20:23:30 GMT -8
The pilots sent their acknowledgment, and headed down to the planet's surface. Gulliver, meanwhile, was nearly catatonic with rage. Fortunately, he managed to bring himself under control by the time they started to move. One of the aforementioned murdering rapist insurgents would be in for a wild ride, but the government officials would be perfectly fine. Hopefully.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 5, 2014 21:33:58 GMT -8
The edge of the system faded into blackness of space; vast and unending for millions of miles of nothingness. It could have continued on forever like that except for the sudden appearance of the Black Caisson and her escort ships. The long, flat black Nebula class starship cruised easily along, the precise, coordinated flight paths of the escorts zipping around the hull of the Imperial flagship. Sinistra was on the bridge, her formal robes impeccably pressed, in radiant red with silver and black trim. The train on the overcoat swept just past her boots, dragging the floor as she moved. She reflected on the system in silence, the bustle of activity around her as they approached Shili.
The Black Caisson took an orbit above the planet, the pomp and pageantry of the first diplomatic visit making everyone a little rigid in their duties, as though the nerves were causing everything to vibrate frenetically. A wry smile twisted her lips in a bow, her hands folded neatly behind her back. She was looking forward to this visit for her men, but truthfully, she was a little preoccupied thinking about coming face to face with the Major again. Shepardt's abrupt exit from the bar in Breehara didn't bode well, and Sinistra had a twinge of trepidation. The time elapsed between then and now had been spent in the company of the man that the Major had shot her over. It was going to be brought up, most likely. It was going to be unpleasant, and it was probably going to cause some anguish. Sinistra both craved and loathed the moment she would have to confess that sordid twist, to see how pained the young woman would be.
Sinistra followed Demarus to the shuttle in the hangar bay, the last minute preparations for the trip to the surface underway.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 8:37:03 GMT -8
As soon as the ship was in range, it received Gulliver's info dump about the situation on the ground. Major's projected troop strength, approximate strength and tactics of the insurgents, the disposition of the locals around the site of the meeting, and anything else that might be relevant to the mission was sent out to those who needed to know. Meanwhile, while ATC was clearing the ship and its personnel for landing, the first shuttle was prepped. It had the requested troopers that would make up the Emperor's Guard for the duration of the trip. They were briefed, and headed to the landing site as soon as possible.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2014 11:04:07 GMT -8
Entering the Hangar bay in his finest livery and armed with a ceremonial pistol taken from his personal armoury, Captain Aximand had been rifling through the recently transmitted details given to the vessel by their forward elements. His flesh bound fingers danced across the crystalline screen of his datapad, letting the Officer’s gaze drink in everything with regards to the system they had found themselves in orbit above. Projected strengths of the planetary defense forces, who no doubt served this Major character, clashed with intricate details and tactics belonging to the local insurgent cells. Disposition of the natives around the landing zone and the point where this conclave would take place, had found themselves listed after the armed forces – as if such fragments of intelligence were considered unworthy of notice. Logan had found it odd that these gathered notes upon their future allies would be earmarked as second rate, believing that if there were insurgents upon the surface then the chances they would be found among the civilian populace were almost dangerously high. If not rebels, then sympathizers whom could be considered just as horrid as the revolutionaries themselves. Such thoughts clouded his mind as he strode towards the awaiting shuttle, leaving nothing but an oily shade behind him as he walked towards the yawning mouth of the space worthy vessel. As the Captain had reached the yawning mouth of the Lambda, he inhaled a staggering mouthful of recycled air, using the act to clear his mind of frustration.
Opening his eyes and mounting the ramp of the craft, Logan embarked upon the first steps of his journey down the road of diplomat. Strapping himself into the bucket seat closest to the shuttle pilot’s cabin, the Captain of the Black Caisson and the Hero of Kuat, began re-reading through to information upon his personal datapad. Ensuring that nothing went unread, the Captain lost himself within the realm of swirling numbers and global positioning charts. Information was his supposed lifeblood, thus the more that he was able to divine from any source – the better his performance would become. With the knowledge that his Emperor would be watching his every move; either with interest or malice, Logan would find himself pushing his charisma and lacking diplomatic skills to the limit. He was a soldier who fought with starships and turbolasers in an elegant ballet of death and destruction, trading verbal ripostes and intellectual conversation would prove to be an entirely different theatre of war; one he only hoped that he was ready to plunge directly into the thick of. Breathing out the discordant reservations of uncertainty, feeling his anxious shroud fade as time progressed ever forward; Logan settled into the uncomfortable embrace of his harnesses grasp. He waited to feel the pressurization of the cabin roll across his skin, signalling to the Captain that their journey would begin. Until that defining moment, the shuttle would wait until the last – and obviously late - Sith Lord had finally roused himself from whatever it was he was doing to join them aboard the shuttle. Such tardiness only prolonged the conclave of allies to the Galactic, leaving Logan to wonder what was going through the mind of the woman, whom bore the honourific title of Major…
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Post by Ramiel Diux on Mar 6, 2014 13:56:54 GMT -8
The dull clanking of the deck underfoot, Ram's steps were quick and elongated. He had spent a little too much time in his mind, having been meditating for the past few hours, before which he was entirely immersed in the seemingly endless reports which were flowing fourth after the war. The number of reports and sources only seemed to grow by the hour, letting a fleeting question of where these intelligence sources were during the war and why they didn't have them on hand when things had mattered most. Regardless, his mind was on the now, as he climbed the loading ramp of the shuttle to find Sin and another ready and waiting. He noticed the somewhat sour expression on the man's face, no doubt because he was being forced to wait on him, though it would be for not as the deck hands seemed to also have a few last minute tasks to accomplish. Feeling a little better about the situation, he caught Sin's gaze quickly as he seated himself down and closed his eyes, resting the back of his head on the head rest.
This trip, while still business, was a needed one. The lack of defined tasks, or the multitude of tasks which could not be measured in completed phases felt as if they were trying to drown him back on Kuat. This would be a small escape, as he would be making progress, meeting new connections and evaluating their situation and position. The thought of pulling out his datapad and reading over the reports of ground forces had crossed his mind, though almost as if in protest, he felt a swirling darkness in the back of his consciousness, telling him that it wouldn't be absorbed right now anyways, and that he had spent too much time reading documents of "highly unlikely" events and that the analyst "assesses with moderate confidence" that something else would happen. No, not now.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Mar 6, 2014 14:08:33 GMT -8
The shuttle loaded, the plans in motion, stage set; Sinistra signaled for them to go. The lambda shuttle lifted gently off the decking and moved through the hangar door where it was immediately flanked by several TIE's, their formation tight as the shuttle followed the appointed route through the atmosphere and down to the planet's surface. Something tugged at Sinistra in the back of her mind, something she could not put her finger on. She fought mentally with herself over the niggling a moment or two, but dismissed it as nerves. She wasn't exactly sure how this was going to play out. It could get dicey. It could be painless and smooth. It remained to be seen as the shuttle flew further and further from the Black Caisson.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2014 16:51:56 GMT -8
Ascending from the terrestrial surface of Shili, several Shuttles escorted by various numbers of TIE fighters - streaked through the enforced silence of the void. Their ion thrusters burned white as they were propelled towards their awaiting destination. As if standing sentinel over the planetary system below, the Black Caisson awaited the triumphal return of her Emperor and her Captain. The primary hangar bay doors slid open to admit the delegation and her escorts within the metallic belly of the beast, embracing them within her arms as if they were estranged lovers. When the collection of craft had settled within their appointed spots, and the passengers had dispersed to their cabins, Captain Aximand had returned to his post upon the bridge.
Once those steel shod doors parted, he began ordering his crew to prepare for departure. Their business had concluded on Shili, and the Imperium had gained another ally – thus in preparation for what was to come they could ill afford to waste precious time remaining in high anchor over an allied world. The Emperor had to make plans in which to liberate the galaxy from the corruptive ties of Republic oppression, and the Captain was sure that both the Lord Ramiel and the mercenary had stacks of ‘paperwork’ to file through.
Smiling to himself; as the stars stretched into a swirling tunnel of azure, the Captain couldn’t wait to get back to his adopted home.
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Post by Sorkin on May 19, 2014 6:51:47 GMT -8
It didn't matter how much a pervert decided to run. They could sprint from the past all they wanted. Wanting a restart on life didn't constitute a justification, no matter how earnest they poured out their feelings. All it did manage to do was leave a highly visible crumb trail, and even the set for a decent enough ambush point. But that was getting ahead of expectation. For now, a certain red headed man decided that getting on the surface of this hornet's nest would be quite the accomplishment. Again, that was for now.
The real accomplishment would be karmic pay back.
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Post by The Major on May 20, 2014 13:39:23 GMT -8
Delusions of grandeur were the stuff that made failed legends -sometimes actual ones. So when Shilian (not to be mistaken with Chilian) ATC sent out their hail in order to identify the unknown vessel, which thanks to the definition of the radar signature, could be anywhere from a single seater space jalopy to a full blown capital class ship.
:: Identify yourself, Dirtbag::
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Post by The Major on Jul 6, 2017 19:19:26 GMT -8
Space over Shili
The inky mass and winking firmament tear apart to reveal a small fleet of Star Destroyers and their supporting frigates. These vessels have taken up a dominant position overlooking and nearly upon the main space routes into the port of Corvala. Momentary confusion abounds and defenses prepare to bristle until the flagship hails a series of outdated landing codes. Imperial ones. Adding into the mess was a number of distress signals and requests for emergency aid.
Three years had passed since this fleet last departed from Shili, and their return could be considered problematic for many people planetside, especially with the politicians down a spin. Nevertheless, some measure of assistance is scrambled from the surface. Meanwhile, a number of probes and reconnaissance craft are dispatched from this intruding force —taking routes leading both deeper towards the inner core and outbound along the Outer Rim.
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Post by The Major on Jul 17, 2017 15:38:40 GMT -8
After no small measure of time, during the buzzing retrofit of the fleet, a number of shuttles and troop transports make their way to the surface. Destination: Corvala.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on Aug 17, 2020 20:17:59 GMT -8
From the depths of hyperspace came a small Imperial flotilla, led by the Victory III-class Star Destroyer, Immortalis. The formation consisted of two Vindicators, a pair of Ardents, and four Marauders to be the task force, sent by the First Order, to claim this system in the name of the Empire. It had been a long consideration in the mind of the Emperor, but eventually, he acted upon his thoughts and sent a legion to secure it.
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Post by Shel Hu on Apr 24, 2021 16:16:25 GMT -8
Pathbreaker dropped out of hyperspace. Shel Hu had come to investigate a communication disruption coming from the planet bellow, but it didn't take long to surmise what had happened. The flashes in low to high orbit were of laser fire, the planetary defenses and militia were engaged in combat with some hostile party. The Turbulent went on high alert as Shel and her crew prepared for battle. The communication's officer attempted hailing the planet again, but something was jamming the planets coms. The battle was soon joined as the smaller nimble pirate vessels danced around the Turbulent, offering difficult targets to hit. but they didn't have the teeth to effectivly threaten the mighty Star Destroyer. Transports, bearing the same markings as the attack ships began fleeing the planet. Shel was about to order to give chase, but then, with a bright flash from the planet's surface, Shel could feel a wave of pain and death from the planet bellow. The bridge crew stood dumbfounded as they saw a massive explosion erupt from Shili. This distraction allowed many of the pirates to regroup and begin their get away. Shel, trembling, ordered a line of communication be established with Grand Moff Standash Thul.Grand Moff. There has been a terrible attack upon my planet Shili. Though we've driven the attackers back, the devastation they have left behind is something that only your Humanitarian Fleet can tackle. Please, I need your help. My people need your help.
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