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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 3:39:25 GMT -8
The men looked up at him calmly. Neither of them moved initially. When they sprang it was with a freakish synchronicity, timed from years of doing such. And the subtlety of how they rose and where they stood once on their feet demonstrated years of experience to the observant. Ciarán and Laoch were both smart. But Laoch was just a hair less intelligent than Ciaran. As he stood Ciarán spoke where Laoch simply would have moved. And somebody would have died. But as they stood Ciaran said
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"We are as shocked as you friend; my needle never touched her flesh." Laoch was hot tempered and some would say cocky but he too was smart. Responding to what Ciarán said he added sharply -Laoch- "See any blood lamebrain? That freakin thing appeared on her arm." |
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 3:51:11 GMT -8
Standing gently in front of Boland with her hands up Morrígu said
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"They're not lying."
Boland looked down then back up.
-Boland-
"Sorry guys..."
The suicidal path in which the unmanned ship was on hit one and all like a ton of bricks. The woman asked
-Morrígu-
"Ahhh... who's driving?"
Both the woman and Boland turned and rocketed for the pilots seat. Luckily Boland got all back under control just in time to evade an oncoming meteor
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 3:56:08 GMT -8
As Boland struggled securing control of the ship Ciarán and Laoch watched with jaws wide a second. Realising that all were in peril Ciaran snatched Maureen by the shoulders and pulling her close and doing up his seat belt. He also slapped an emergence helmet on the girl buckling it and prepared for doom. Laoch also fastened his buckle. The trio collectively screamed. Ciarán and Laoch were terrified
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 17:15:13 GMT -8
It is generally accepted that meteors are leftovers from the formation of solar systems. They have always presented a potentially devastating force, as they can, and indeed often do collide with planets. In the age of space travel they can easily demolish an SSDs. A modern menace is created by the debris that sentient life forms quite sporadically discard in space. Both of these phenomenon factor into the next episode in our ongoing saga, As the Stomach Turns
Now where were we? Right. We left off as Boland, in his infinite wisdom, left the ship unpiloted so that he might go and give Ciarán Dubh and Laoch, the universes version of Laurel and Hardy on steroids, a piece of his mind, before pummeling them. Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed just in time and Boland flew back to his seat with Morrígu taking the ook the co-pilot position and they dodged an oncoming meteor.Which presented a problem, as the move set them on a collision course with a massive pile of metal remains from a battle. Through all this the Raven sat calm as a can be on the woman's shoulder
Hanging on desperately Boland fought to steer. If eluding the asteroid was a stroke of luck managing to get past the wreckage of an old battle was a miracle. Now the ship went into a tail spin turning four times before straightening out and then rocked off across apace.
Morrígu, knowing full well that they were way off course, took a gander at the monitors in front of her. Jaw dropping she spoke
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“Where were we going?”
Mind locked in the scene at hand Boland still heard the question
-Boland-
“Manaan. Why?”
The respones was alarmingly slow
-Morrígu-
“We are wayyyyy off course.”
Eyes fixed in front of him Boland pointedly said
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“This is Manaan.”
Wth that they entered the planets’ orbit
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 29, 2018 20:17:53 GMT -8
A YT-1300 light freighter tore into hyperspace and seared down the hyperspace highway to hell
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 31, 2018 11:59:12 GMT -8
Bursting into open space a lonely YT-1300 Corellian freighter zipped along. Ciarán now standing paced as Laoch, his horn-rimmed bifocals on read. Ciarán hoped that Boland was kidding; he questioned if he could handle another aimless joyride through space without suffering a psychotic episode
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 1, 2018 22:01:48 GMT -8
Entering the hyperspace highway to hell on rollerskates a YT-1300 light freighter bombed along hazardously
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Sept 4, 2018 18:00:39 GMT -8
Busting into hyperspace from the planet Juvex a YT-1300 light freighter ripped through space
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Post by Dees on Sept 12, 2018 17:17:43 GMT -8
Content that the journey to Coruscant was bound to be relatively dull, she picked her book back up and began reading it once again.
In the cabin, AVI's mechanical chassis sat atop the crates in standby mode.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2018 18:50:58 GMT -8
Dikeledi is seated in the co-pilot's chair beside Dee in the pilot's seat, chin resting atop the back of her right hand as she reviews the course AVI had plotted for them through hyperspace, when Fumnanya enters the cockpit and leans forward to rest his elbows on the back of the captain's chair and, well aware of Dikeledi's obsessive compulsive need to review the work anyone other than her does on the navicomputer, asks his first mate with an amused smirk, "Look good?"
Her tone managing somehow to sound both impressed and mildly annoyed, Dikeledi admits, "Couldn't have done better myself."
"Now you know how I feel when Dee is at the helm, Fumnanya says cheerfully to compliment the work Dee has been doing. I almost hate to ask, but you guys don't really n . . ."
"We've got it under control," Dikeledi says, confirming Fumnanya's suspicion that he is not needed in the cockpit for a mundane trip through hypersapce, with a wave over her shoulder as she takes her datapad from her lap and brings up the current e-book she is reading.
"Good, Fumnanya says cheerily, patting the back of the captain's chair as he adds, If you need me . . ."
"We won't," Dikeledi assures him, not looking up from her e-book and sounding mildly annoyed that the silence she craves has been interrupted already.
"Right," Fumnanya adds just to have the last word, and then, passing Nkosana and poor Sango, who is listening to Nkosana explain why he is absolutely and totally sure it was not birds but his finely honed observational skills and situational awareness that had set off warning bells in his head on Nal Hutta, heads for the cargo bay to check over the work that has been done to conceal the true nature of the last of the spice they will be delivering on Coruscant.
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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Apr 22, 2019 18:14:58 GMT -8
Ruling has been determined that each hunter is allowed to collect one pearl, same goes for teams of hunters working together. =For the reader's benefit= Am I permitted to bring back more than one pearl this trip, or do I need to complete other hunts first? Has anyone else been given this hunt, and if so then who? Do you happen to know if it's mating season for the Krayts? It'd make this simpler but also seems a tad too convenient off hand. |
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Post by Thunn Zad on Apr 26, 2019 8:50:54 GMT -8
Silver StationThe battered and battle-scarred Falleen Navy exited hyperspace near Silver Station. Nothing more than a simple gas mine, the station was relatively secret to the rest of the galaxy. Which would serve perfectly for the Falleen Navy to recover and prepare to launch a counter offensive against the Blackguard Reborn, a Sith led faction that was currently in the process of invading Falleen. While King Zad was still on the planet's surface, the fleet would return soon enough. While the fleet had been outnumbered and heavily outgunned with the arrival of two Imperious-Class Star Destroyers, a ground war with the Falleen would bog down the enemy for a while. Long enough, hopefully, for the fleet to get back up to fighting status and return to liberate their home.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Apr 28, 2019 17:49:27 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, a small fleet of oddly shaped warships appeared. It was The Organization's current flagship, a Chronos-Class Star Destroyer, followed by an Imperator-Class Heavy Cruiser and two Arcturus-Class Cruisers had appeared near the location of Silver Station. Constantly on the look out for easy-to-access resources, Organization ships pushed further in, currently unaware of the Falleen Navy residing on the other side of the station.
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Post by Thunn Zad on May 28, 2019 19:56:07 GMT -8
As the strange looking angular vessels came into view of the Falleen Navy, Captain Ziereal Savard ordered his ships to prepare to engage so they could retreat once more. Was nowhere safe from those who would see them destroyed? However, these vessels bore different markings. Black, orange and white stripes along with an strange looking avian creature on a crest of some sort. Ziereal had never seen it before. But something within him, told him to try and make contact before attempting to flee...
Attention unidentified vessels, you are entering Falleen sovereign territory. Withdraw now, or be subject to defensive action.
It wasn't overly threatening, but it also wasn't meek sounding. Hopefully it would give the encroaching ships a moment's pause before pressing on.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jun 6, 2019 16:43:29 GMT -8
The boarding craft approached, silent and arrow-true, toward the nose of the Blasphemy, ready to disgorge its contents like vomit over the porcelain. inside his helmet, all Fel could hear was his own pulse, and his own breathing. It wasn't much of a comfort, and certainly not much of a backing track to what was sure to follow. He checked several things, almost subconsciously, and repeatedly: chron, blaster, approach of the vessel, location of the parent vessel, sign of TIE escort, readiness of the others beside him, O2 contents in his suit, temperature, and a spot he had picked out in the neighbouring asteroid field as the 'horizon' to serve as an anchor for his sense of direction vs. the slowly spinning Blasphemy. He repeated this over and over, not actually expecting the outcome of the data to change, as the boarding craft grew larger, and larger, and larger. As it did so, though he knew there was little to no way the flight crew of the craft would be scanning for them outside the ship, he pressed himself flat against the docking ring of the jettisoned escape pod, willing them to ignore the presence of several humaniod mynocks, and be good little stormtroopers.
What felt like hours later (but was really only four minutes...) there was a shift in the craft, a shudder beneath them as the boarding craft made soft seal with the nose airlock. Now. It was now. Holy Kriff, what were the odds that this cockamamie scheme would even have gotten this far... now. It was on.
Showtime.
In one, fluid motion he pressed off from his position, hands cold, extremities numbing, and kicked off decisively toward the starboard side of the Sentinel-Class. All was silent as he crossed the distance. If his aim were bad, this would all be over for him, and the Imperial's Prize, Galdaart Fel, would be drifting off into the Nothing. But his aim was good, and he clunked against the Sentinel amidships, followed by other soft clunks to his left and right, and one above. Not far off was the amidships dorsal hatch, and Fel scaled the superstructure of the vessel quickly, blaster out, just in case. He checked his chron once more -- if all was going by the numbers, the squad would be inside the Blasphemy by now, and only a skeleton crew (pilot, copilot, maybe a single troop?) would remain in the Sentinel. They got to the hatch, and Fel signalled to Damron. "You're up, Ace. Get it done, before we're icicles."
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Post by Damron Blue on Jun 10, 2019 10:00:37 GMT -8
The nervous Zeltron had followed Fel to the Sentinel, before himself crawling across it's surface to the airlocks access panel. Deploying a security spike from his wrist holder, he removed the panel. Oh, the poor babies. Nothing on this rust bucket had been updated since the late imperial era. It took Damron close to 20 seconds to get full control of the airlock and gave a thumbs up to Fel as he unlocked the nearby hatch.
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Post by The Elusive Man on Jun 11, 2019 16:13:53 GMT -8
As the strange looking angular vessels came into view of the Falleen Navy, Captain Ziereal Savard ordered his ships to prepare to engage so they could retreat once more. Was nowhere safe from those who would see them destroyed? However, these vessels bore different markings. Black, orange and white stripes along with an strange looking avian creature on a crest of some sort. Ziereal had never seen it before. But something within him, told him to try and make contact before attempting to flee...Attention unidentified vessels, you are entering Falleen sovereign territory. Withdraw now, or be subject to defensive action.It wasn't overly threatening, but it also wasn't meek sounding. Hopefully it would give the encroaching ships a moment's pause before pressing on. "Belay that. The Fallen are fiercely independent and generally avoid conflict at all costs. Something has them on edge. Open a line, I wish to speak with them." "Aye sir. Patching you through. Channel is live."The Comms Officer nodded towards the Admiral. Speaking clearly, Weyland identified himself."Attention Falleen Navy, this is Admiral Weyland of the OSV Artemis. We were scouting this sector and never intended to trespass. We mean you no harm, though we will defend ourselves if fired upon. And from the looks of things, someone's already roughed you up. Rather than trying to be the man with the bigger stick, why don't we meet, face to face. Neutral ground. From what I hear, Silver Station would make an ideal location." With the Falleen shaken up and on edge and so far from home, something was up. Rumors were abound in this sector, of a dark side faction expanding its influence. If that was the case, perhaps the Falleen were the next victims? The devastation on Kamino was real enough, and proof that the rumors carried some truth to them. And since they were actually out here investigating the rumors, perhaps the Falleen could prove to be useful allies? Meeting face to face, with both fleets remaining on their respective sides of the station would ease the tensions, even though the Organization's fleet would most likely obliterate the Falleen Navy in its current state. But they were not out here looking for a fight. Allies against Force-Users, on the other hand. Those would be particularly useful. |
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jun 13, 2019 15:06:26 GMT -8
Amy pushed off just a second after Fel, sailing across the vacuum without worry. If she missed, she was more than likely dead, but she felt if she could miss a target at this range, she deserved to die. As it was, there was not going to be a funeral service for her yet, as she caught hold of the hull and stuck to it. She scaled after Fel and patiently watched as Damron Blue did his trick. It took a while, but they were in. Returning his gesture, she began working her way towards the hatch. Her mismatched blasters were drawn as soon as she was inside, eyes scanning for hostile approach.
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Post by Thunn Zad on Jun 13, 2019 16:09:10 GMT -8
On board the Chronos-Class Star Destroyer, Admiral Stevan Weyland of The Organization, stood on the ship's bridge. Silver Station was a 400 meter gas mine that was relatively secret to the rest of the galaxy. Any mention if it in old Imperial archives were likely corrupted and the last living person to see the station had died many years ago. Though clearly someone kept some kind of records of it. Noticing the ships a few seconds before the communique came across the highband, Weyland raised a hand to his chin in thought."Sir, shall I prepare our response?"Shaking his head, Weyland replied."Belay that. The Fallen are fiercely independent and generally avoid conflict at all costs. Something has them on edge. Open a line, I wish to speak with them." "Aye sir. Patching you through. Channel is live."The Comms Officer nodded towards the Admiral. Speaking clearly, Weyland identified himself."Attention Falleen Navy, this is Admiral Weyland of the OSV Artemis. We were scouting this sector and never intended to trespass. We mean you no harm, though we will defend ourselves if fired upon. And from the looks of things, someone's already roughed you up. Rather than trying to be the man with the bigger stick, why don't we meet, face to face. Neutral ground. From what I hear, Silver Station would make an ideal location." With the Falleen shaken up and on edge and so far from home, something was up. Rumors were abound in this sector, of a dark side faction expanding its influence. If that was the case, perhaps the Falleen were the next victims? The devastation on Kamino was real enough, and proof that the rumors carried some truth to them. And since they were actually out here investigating the rumors, perhaps the Falleen could prove to be useful allies? Meeting face to face, with both fleets remaining on their respective sides of the station would ease the tensions, even though the Organization's fleet would most likely obliterate the Falleen Navy in its current state. But they were not out here looking for a fight. Allies against Force-Users, on the other hand. Those would be particularly useful. |
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Post by The Elusive Man on Jun 15, 2019 11:28:14 GMT -8
Receiving the confirmation that one Captain Savard would be meeting with him, Admiral Weyland spoke up.
"Keep the fleet at minimum safe distance from the station. Prepare the alert fighters just in case and keep the ship at Condition Two. Prepare an escort and ready a Kodiak. I don't want to spook the Falleen. This could be a very crucial meeting."
As several 'aye-sirs' rang out, Weyland strode over to the lift and took it to the hangar bay. Once there, six Centurions met up with him as an escort and followed the Admiral to the waiting Kodiak Assault Shuttle. Once secure and cleared to depart, the shuttle left the hangar and headed over to the station. Docking with an external airlock, the Admiral's escorts entered the station first, while Weyland followed them on board. Reaching the main 'atrium' of the station, Weyland stood with his hands clasped behind his back, while his escort stood three to his left, three to his right, behind him. Dealing with foreign allies and even enemies was his forte. This was going to be a very straight forward meeting, unless the Falleen were planning on being deceptive, though he didn't think they would be. The Falleen were very direct in their dealings with other species, if nothing else.
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