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Post by Whill Shaman Xixo on Feb 27, 2013 16:27:52 GMT -8
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Apr 25, 2013 7:16:49 GMT -8
A Republic-class Star Destroyer, flanked by two Munifex-class Light Cruisers, dropped out of hyperspace and scans the system. Everything appears to be in order, though there are debris suggestive of a battle in the not so distant past. The capitol ships opened their hangar doors and spewed forth sixty I-7 Howlrunners, which formed up into groups of four and began sweeping the system. The caps slowly approached the planet, wary of any surprises that might be awaiting them on this strange world. They were being payed 14 million "7 a day to guard this ball of dirt for some group called Vhett, though interestingly enough it had been someone else that had placed the order and was footing the bill. Still, they had been payed for the first two weeks in cash, up front. Which made the group commander suspicious of the claim that it would be an easy job. There were no surprises waiting for them in the system, but that only partially allayed the commanders suspicions.
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Post by Bloodrage Pirates on Jun 2, 2013 8:16:12 GMT -8
The Cutlass exited hyperspace in a less than common place. Arkan and his crew had used a little technique he had devised for appearing where defenders least expected it. The cruiser dropped out of hyperspace a light-year away from the system and changed course. They then made a micro jump so they remained out of range of most long-range planetary sensor systems but they re-aligned themselves on the planet. They then made another micro jump which brought them finally out of hyperspace in a different place to most of the regular traffic. Not that there was any regular traffic around Algara II these days. The sensors showed whole clouds of debris from what could only be have been a large battle in the not to distant past. There were some operational ships in orbit, Arkan noted a trio of particularly annoying looking ones, but the helm increased speed and they were entering the atmosphere before any interception could be made.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Jun 2, 2013 10:54:50 GMT -8
*Dred readies himself for anything. Ammo and weapons check so often those with OCD would be annoyed. Thorough is what most would say Dred is, if they actually had kind words to say about the giant Mando death machine. If any could say much at all. Usually most gurgled their last words, and most of those were curses. The only person that didn't have anything negative to say about Dredwas his wife Calum. Ironic. As if love was capable or possible. It was. With her at least. But she was millions of miles away. The attempt on her life by Mewton felt like ages ago. A smile crosses his face when he thinks about crushing his larynx with his hands. Not long after that he had to leave, but not before running into that pompous wind bag Count Monte Demici. Armored hut'uun jetii. Scratched him like a woman, but with a nuerotoxin on those nails. Made life miserable for him. Dred owed him for that. Soon he would have to go back. The Patriarch of House Demici had better not be there when he did. Ready for Arkan to start issuing orders, Dred walks closer to him in anticipation of his needs.*
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Post by Kraval Ordo on Jun 2, 2013 20:34:11 GMT -8
During the course of the journey to Algara II, Kraval spent most of his time in the hanger bay during the trip from Tatoonie while slightly recovering from his minor wounds he sustained from that mysterious assassin chick. He was mostly seen near his docked Firespary-interceptor; known as the Tal'din, doing a minor systems check before checking over his ammo supply and weapons. Kraval wasn't to much of the socializing type so he would always confine himself in the hanger bay and always remained at the ready in case trouble should ever arise. Kraval continued his routine checking over his gear while reminiscing over that incident that happen on Sernpidal with Arkan's brother Sorak and that ass-clown Colonel O'kane. Kraval never forgot that incident since it cost his vode; Amrys Ordo, his life. It was one of the main reason Kraval returned to pirates to enact his revenge on the those two and make them both experience a pain worst than death itself. Until that day came, Kraval awaited orders like any other solider would until vengeance was his finally.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 3, 2013 10:19:07 GMT -8
The commander swore, as he rolled out of his bed, having been woken by the watch officer announcing that a daring carrack-class vessel had jumped practically into the planet's atmosphere, and was headed to the surface. He ordered that their employers be notified immediately and the ship hailed. He hadn't been tasked with blockading the planet, but the extremely suspicious manner of the ships arrival reeked of trouble. The commander dressed hurriedly while considering how he should handle this, then went to the bridge of his ship, Halberd, and ordered the two Munifex's, Saber and Mace, to begin converging on the carrack's position, but to hold fire until fired upon or the ship failed to respond to the open hail for more than a minute. I-7 squadrons, now mostly recalled after the initial system sweep, were put on high alert, with Bracer squadron being deployed from the Saber, and forming up begin strafing runs on the Carrack, should it fail to answer the hail.
Unidentified Carrack-class vessel, state your intentions in system now.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jun 5, 2013 9:55:08 GMT -8
:Captain Raganhar, I am Captain Nakra of the Cutlass, we avoided what we thought were hostile ships in a system full of battle debris. Forgive me Captain but we thought you were more likely to blow us away than inspect us. These are dangerous times, can't just fly my ship into the waiting hands of potential pirates. I do apologize for this oversight, feel free to scan our ship, you will only find enough weapons to defend ourselves and our modest cargo.: |
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The Major
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Post by The Major on Jun 10, 2013 5:05:52 GMT -8
She had said she would tag along on their mission, she had agreed to witness and partake in their piracy. It was nothing particularly special: seeing as the Major had dabbed in illegal activities before, especially against the galactic Republic back when it was the main mover and shaker up until a few years ago. How much could a 25 year old do to shake the galaxy? Apparently, very much and very little. Still, there was no need to insult this kampfgruppe; they had established a nefarious reputation, and even better, they were not a preconceived threat in most databases. Working with them hopefully would provide another spark of expression, and a nice break from working combat operations for the fanatical Eye, especially after that ugliness on Reecee. The Fallanassi's right arm still hurt at the elbow, still needing a splint from where it snapped like a toothpick. It gave firing her rifle a new kind of intensity, and made working the bolt or reloading quickly feel like Hell. Curious, that wasn't Ryloth filling the view in front of the transparent hangar entrance. Wait.... Algara II? Detour, Eh? Well, it certainly made sense to take the short cut from the Eastern Rim into the Mid Rim in order to head to a planet in the Western Rim. In reality, these planets were all in relative vicinty. Issue here was the fact that Algara was in the complete other direction from heading to Ryloth. Pirates don't waste fuel, and pirates this good don't make stupid mistakes.
Something important to them was here. That, or there was something worth plundering nearby.
Our Fallanassi gazes silently upon the planetscape, leaning casually upon her ridiculously long musket.
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Atia
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Post by Atia on Jul 7, 2013 10:16:47 GMT -8
"The Last Vargaari" light freighter was an ugly, old ship with its "boils" on the hull, where the vargaari once cept live shields against their targets or attackers. Now, these boils were again used by slavers, rather, one in perticular. Atia had survived her very first hangover, a thing she will remember forever. She was sick for two whole days while Theia the twilek slave (and ex Banshee) was caring for her and Atias nightsister sister Wikolia was taking flyinglessons in her new ship, a gift from atia. Along with that gift came also Theia of course, who got her name the moment the ship was given. Since Banshees were not allowed names, they had to earn it, this was a great honor for the young twilek. She was a bit shocked though, for being given to an other Nightsister, this had never happened before, since all ex-Banshees served the Mistress after their advance.
When they arrived to Algara, Atia was back in full activity again doing cardio and making pies (yes, pies.). When they had arrived, Theia the slave was by the controlls (since she was the only one who could fly the ship safely) and Wiko was eagerly reading the ship manuals to understand one of her new propperties. It was sad that Atia had not written instructural manuals to her lovely slaves, but that is the magic of person-to-person chemistry... it evolves only with time. Even for slave and Mistress.
-Theia-
"Mistress, we have arrived."
"Good. Get on the official comm."
Ati said as she marged into the small cockpit wearing nothing but her undies, sweatty and smelly after doing some situps. Vertically. Upside down.
This is 'The Vargaarian Star', despite its Anobian FFI, it is under the command of Clan Cardin, mainly Nover Cardin and myself, Navnlos Cardin. We are here to resynch with mandalorian forces for the Mand'alores call. Come in, Algara Command, Over.
As she was done, she realised that her hand vent instinctively to Theias head, to scratch the sensitive spot between the two lekkus. Feeling shame and loss, she drew her hand away quickly upon realisation. Theia was not her propperty anymore, and she should not act as if she was. She didnt want to give the slave mixed messages, even if she had enjoyed the slave before as a combatant, handmaid and lover. She had to come to grips that it was over, or her gift would loose its value, and she would never devalue a gift to her beloved Sister of the Coven.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 8, 2013 15:55:38 GMT -8
The Halberd, a Republic-class SD, floated placidly, over Algara II, flanked on either side by Saber and Mace, both Munifex-class Light Cruisers. All ships maintained battle ready shields, but kept weapons systems offline. As the new arrival entered system and broadcast it's intentions, Captain rice answered in person. He stepped to the comm station, looking towards the projection of a twi'lek head, and spoke with a deep gravely voice, his face clean shaven and sharp.Vargaarian Star, this is Captian Rice of the Halberd, we read you loud and clear. Congratulations on being the first to arrive on station. Be advised there is a Carrack-class vessel of questionable clearance in system, it may attempt to damage you on it's out bound flight.
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Post by Atia on Jul 8, 2013 17:29:55 GMT -8
Atia nodded, and then stalled as if she was looking at some displays. She contemplated her situation. Seems like Algara orbital controll needed some help identifying a Carrack class. If she was to get close to some kind of command body in the mandalorian army, she would have to distinguis herself. So, helping command would benefit her ends. She turned back towards the camera.
Captain Rice, If you need help, we could scout for you. Maybe even contact the ship. if anything bad happens, we will retreat back to you. At least then we would know more. Do you accept our assistence?
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Jul 12, 2013 11:11:08 GMT -8
The commander considered her request, but had to deny it, much as he'd like to grant it. He had been all but ordered to leave the vessel alone, and had the distinct impression that it was here with unofficial favor from at least Clan Vhett. Meddling with with it or its crew would likely cause the contract to be terminated, and business had been pretty slow of late, even with the Mandolorian crusade in progress. It seemed that the galaxy hoped they would be satisfied with sacking Yavin IV, and was choosing to largely ignore the impending threat.
I look down as I consider her request before sighing and looking back at the hologram of her face and giving my answer.I appreciate your offer, but must decline. I have orders to leave it alone, despite the hostile actions of the crew on the surface. Until my orders change, my hands are tied and I cannot accept your offer. However, I have no orders to stop anyone from interfering with it, so you're free to act as you see fit.
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Post by Atia on Jul 12, 2013 16:22:15 GMT -8
Atia nodded, and then answered with haste and cunning.
I respect that. Orders are orders. The SHIP will be left alone. I would like to land thought... know any nice places?
She smiled a wicked smile.
Like, coordinates where we would be needed and well recieved by ... hostile action.
whoever was attacking mandalorians on the ground would be a usefull asset. She could either go down as Navnlos Caridin, and kill anyone that does not ware a beskargam, and win points with the mandalorians, or show up as Atia herself, and reach some kind of understanding...
... Killing could come afterwards, if needed. She knew though...
... She needed it. The time has come again.
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Post by Haytham on Jul 26, 2013 14:57:37 GMT -8
Tarim watched silently as the brilliant white tunnel of hyperspace dissolved into innumerable pinpricks of light. Real-space. Amidst the glittering black backdrop of space was Algara II, an earth-toned sphere hanging suspended like a bauble. Absentmindedly nudging the control yoke so that the nose of the vessel was aimed at the planet, Tarim activated the thrusters. With a gentle lurch he began to descend. He'd done some research on the planet while he'd been in hyperspace; apparently Algara II was swamped in a maze of bureaucracy. There were rules and regulations concerning nearly everything, and apparently it was the norm for it to take several hours to actually make it on planet. He didn't have time for that: every minute he was delayed was more distance that got put between him and his quarry.
So, the Sorrussian simply neglected to activate his I.D. transponder. He might be hailed anyway, but it was doubtful. Retrieving a battered pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his vest, Tarim retrieved one and lit up as he watched the planet of Algara II grow larger and larger in his viewport.
If unintercepted, he'd continue down till he reached atmosphere and be that much closer to his target.
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Post by Atia on Jul 28, 2013 19:00:10 GMT -8
Atia was watching the optical zoom of the burning city. Day had turned to night on the place, and the light was seen even from orbit. She had to see what it is. A city engulved in fire.
It was beautifull.
She did not care for the destruction or the loss of life, Algara was just a name for her and a set of stats on the navigational database, it held no true meaning for her. But the fire, that ammount of infenro had its beauty, even from space.
She was in the Mandalorian comm, but she didnt understand what the chatter was about. THe official mando comm wouldnt hold much usefull information anyways, and her Mando'a was far away from what she needed to understand what was said anyways. She just wached.
She suddenly felt something, as if she was yelled at from far away but her ears did not hear it. As if her shoulder was touched by someone to get her attention but nobody was there. She looked around, but neither Theia nor Wiko was in the bridge. What was that? why was...
She felt it again, stronger this time. Fa.
Fa was touching her mind.
She leaned back, and closed her eyes. She opened her mind to welcome her beloved red sister. What would be so important for her to reach her from so far? She was supposed to be back in Dathomir...
Sister...
-Fa-
Mistress... A mandalorian fleet is in orbit of Dathomir.
That was blunt. Atia winced. She really did not expect the mandalorians would turn on them before the jedi were done. Fear gripped her heart. She had her banshees, the trained and experienced ones on dathomir, she had her sisters, the Matriarch. She feared for them. Her anger grew along with that fear.
-Fa-
They have sent an emmisery, I am to meet him soon.
If they have not fired, they have come with the Mother. It would be the one known as Corr of the Vhett clan, a brother to the late Cassus Fett. He surely wants something from the Matriarch.
-Fa-
Mistress, The matriarch. She is gone.
Atias eyes widened suddenly and she nearly lost contact with Fa. Her fear was strong in her chest now, wanting to break into full panic.
Gone? Gone where?
-Fa-
None knows Mistress. She is unheard off. Gone. Missing.
Atia felt a tear, not tear of sorrow, it was full out fear. She feared to be free, she feared to be without leadership. She needed that central dominant power that commanded her life, she knew no other existence but that.
But first, she would have to protect her sisters, the task given by the Mother, and she would hold that up untill her last breath, with or without the Mother.
Be cold, the one coming to you is called Corr Vhett, the brother of the Matriarch. You can NOT let him know that she is gone. Never. But if he wants to talk with her, let him in, and then, capture him. Make sure the shield generators are ready, the fleet might want to destroy you with him still there. Do not let that happen. I will get help.
Take him, hold him hostage. Kill him if the mandalorians declear war.
-Fa-
Yes Mistress. The Circle of Queens were of the same mind. They are ready to defend themselves and Dathomir.
Good. Fa, you will have to be strong. Hear out every advice and act on them as you see fit, but do not become a tool. I know this is new for you, but I would not have taken you as mine if you would not be fit for it.
If you can not take the mandalorian Corr, do what they want, be their friend, be their dog if needed. I will make sure every slight they fling you will be repaid in fold.
Be strong.
Contact me if the situation changes. No comms.
Be strong, be proud.
-Fa-
You too Mistress.
The connection nearly closed as Atia realised something.
There is a woman, one who came with The Corr when he saw the Matriarch. The Banshees saw her. Have some hunt her down and take her alive. She can be held above the mandalorians head, if we cant capture him. I will get the Juvex slaves to help you too.
Hold the Coven together, if nothing works, survive. All of you.
She shut the connection and tor the pilot chair cusions into small pieces with her bare fingers, beating the walls in anger. It took her a long while to calm down and even then she felt powerless and smothered by fate.
Fate that had played a cruel joke on her.
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Post by Krzesimir Viggo on Aug 1, 2013 11:32:59 GMT -8
Tarim watched silently as the brilliant white tunnel of hyperspace dissolved into innumerable pinpricks of light. Real-space. Amidst the glittering black backdrop of space was Algara II, an earth-toned sphere hanging suspended like a bauble. Absentmindedly nudging the control yoke so that the nose of the vessel was aimed at the planet, Tarim activated the thrusters. With a gentle lurch he began to descend. He'd done some research on the planet while he'd been in hyperspace; apparently Algara II was swamped in a maze of bureaucracy. There were rules and regulations concerning nearly everything, and apparently it was the norm for it to take several hours to actually make it on planet. He didn't have time for that: every minute he was delayed was more distance that got put between him and his quarry.
So, the Sorrussian simply neglected to activate his I.D. transponder. He might be hailed anyway, but it was doubtful. Retrieving a battered pack of cigarettes from the breast pocket of his vest, Tarim retrieved one and lit up as he watched the planet of Algara II grow larger and larger in his viewport.
If unintercepted, he'd continue down till he reached atmosphere and be that much closer to his target.
Five minutes later the task force collected their fighter escort and moved out of the gravity well, a moment later they vanished completely from Algarine space. |
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Post by Atia on Aug 6, 2013 14:20:32 GMT -8
She sat in meditation.
It was wierd, she usually just sat through the meditation time with the Matriarch, not really understanding what they were untill now.
She realised she could really think, really grasp the situation she and her coven was in, and really see all the angles. new ideas formed, new plans were made. She searched and found minds, spoke to them, and her command would be executed. She had sent banshees on missions, a group to Ryloth to gather more future banshees, one to Corellia to gather the jedi as allies, and she was on her way with more.
She also was contemplating the fire below, the city named Tauve.
If the locals wanted the fire to stop, it would have stopped. Burning is used to destroy something you fear so much that you just want everything to die there.
Mandalorians were burning a city.
Mandalorians feared whatever was inside there.
She wanted it.
The Last Vargaari set course for Tauve.
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Post by Dred Vizsla on Aug 15, 2013 12:54:54 GMT -8
*The Cutlass exits the planet and comes out into orbit just out of range of the other ships. Arkan gives the orders to jump into hyperspace once the ship is clear of the gravity well. Gukky and his companion continue to revive and repair all crew members as the Cutlass jumps into hyperspace.*
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Post by Dees on Jul 31, 2018 17:43:14 GMT -8
A stranger driving a flying 1968 Buick Electra 225 exits warp and drives down to the planet below...
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Post by Tasot on Jul 31, 2018 18:04:32 GMT -8
Above Algara II, a Chiss diplomatic group exited hyperspace. Consisting of a Chiss Combat Cruiser and a few Clawcraft, it took position above the planet. Not openly aggressive and displaying the red diplomatic colors of immunity, a single Chiss Commander’s Glider flew down towards the planet, escorted by two Clawcraft. Aboard was a Chiss diplomat, Mitt’raw’chaf.
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