Kaine Australis
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Post by Kaine Australis on Sept 5, 2017 22:07:51 GMT -8
Kaine could hardly believe his ears. A voice from the distant past. He took a moment to check out the source of the transmission before he responded. Seemed legit. He keyed his own comm.
Former Mand'alor? Things really did go to osik then. Glad you're not dead, ner vod. I'm here looking for Corr Vhett. Got a present for him if he's still breathing. With the slightest of pauses he added a further thought. No, not the high velocity sort. The other sort of fun. Kaine left the nature of the gift ambiguous on purpose. Some things were just better done in person. Reunions were always interesting affairs, and he didn't want to miss the reactions of the others involved.
Kaine leveled out the Bes'uliik, pulling up from his planetbound course and throttled back to a lazy cruise, so as not to put too much distance between the craft while they conversed. He looked back over his shoulder to Sidara.
This could get interesting. Kriffing Ashrah. I no longer outrank him, what a horrifying thought.
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Cayne
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Post by Cayne on Sept 13, 2017 7:33:06 GMT -8
Not far from where the two ships conversed the Concordian Home Fleet lurked over the planet, keeping geosynchronous orbit above the military base of Jai'galaar below. Situated somewhat apart from the compliment of Keldabe-Class Battlecruisers and Victory-Class Destroyers the Concordian Flagship moved under her significant power to situate herself a mere hundred thousand klicks away from the two ships. With a brief burst of forward-facing thruster's the mighty Aggressor known as the Marev Naakla slid to a stop.
Cayne looked steadily at the image of the Corellian Freighter displayed on the screen, eyes narrowed with what his crew had come to know as dangerous intensity. There was barely contained anger in those eyes as he stared at the dilapidated-looking ship, an anger that had been brewing for well over a year now. Finally he tore his eyes away and turned to face the nondescript man stood slightly behind him. Average of height and build, with bland features schooled into am expression of bored indifference, Commander Nev Maraak was well suited to the role he had played for over a decade within the Concordian forces. That role was on record nowhere, nor did it meet any standard military definition. Hell, even Cayne wasn't sure exactly what the man had done for Corr over the years. He only knew that it was not something that he would find very palatable.
=Cayne=
"Copaani serim?"
{{Are you sure?}}
With hands wedged deep into the pockets of the tan overalls he wore Maraak merely shrugged. His gaze also lingered on the image of the freighter yet his anger was artfully masked. No less intense than Caynes but in no way apparent.It was night at Jai'galaar on the planet making it night upon the home fleet too. There was a skeleton crew on the bridge, a mere six souls including Maraak and Cayne, so the two men held their conversation in relative privacy, the details of their focus available only to them.
=Maraak=
"Bid serim bid ni liser jii ca'narase..."
{{As sure as I can be these days...}}
The Mandalorian spy stepped forwards, hands coming out of pockets to take hold of the railing that separated the upper bridge from the lower crew pits. Leaning forward he allowed his gaze to linger on the screen for a few more moments before turning his head to glance at Cayne.
=Maraak=
"Ibac te Fortuitous."
{{That's the Fortuitous.}}
Cayne too leaned forward to grip hold of the rail, a slow breath leaving him in an attempt to cool his tumultuous thoughts. Maraak had shown up merely an hour after the returning Kalmann had been seen to by the medics, coincidence or suspicious, Cayne wasn't sure. He hadn't seen Maraak since the day Corr and the Victory Fleet had left for Yavin IV nearly ten months ago, and had no idea what the man had been up to in the intervening time. Nor had Maraak seen fit to divulge any information as to his activities, a stance that frustrated Cayne no end. Still, what could he do? The man wasn't one of his. He had no authority to detain, nor reason to suspect anything untoward. All he knew was that Maraak had brought both information about the imminent arrival of Kaine Australis, and the suspicion that Ashrah Australis' ship was in system. Again... Coincidence?
With another breath Cayne activated his comm, causing his voice to issue throughout the ship via the intercom. His voice was steady and calm, displaying none of the turmoil he felt within.
Primary bridge crew, report in. Repeat. Primary bridge crew report in
He could feel Maraak's eyes on him but he resisted meeting the other man's gaze. Ashrah had been the driving force behind the holy war against the Jedi and had somehow pulled Corr along into the madness that had consumed a lot of the galaxy. Corr had changed during the build up to the war and Cayne held Ashrah accountable for the demise of his friend. He didn't know what trickery had befallen many in their ranks, but the zeal by which the crusade had been pursued had seemed unnatural to Cayne. Some curse under which senses had been bereft of reason. Perhaps he would get answers from the former Mand'alor. Or perhaps he would settle for revenge.
Finally he turned and met Maraak's inscrutable face, seeing movement for the first time as one of the dark eyebrows twitched up in question.
=Maraak=
"Mecopaani bah nari?"
{{What are you going to do?}}
Caynes eyes once again found their way to the freighter spinning lazily in the holographic display as the clamour of returning crew began to fill the bridge. Respect and propriety had stopped him trying to hack the communication of Kaine and whoever was flying the Fortuitous, but that politeness was fast wearing thin. He sighed and shrugged slightly.
=Cayne=
"Ni nayc kar'taylir..."
{{I don't know...}}
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Ashrah
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Post by Ashrah on Sept 18, 2017 19:16:41 GMT -8
He grunted. He leaned forward and hit a couple of buttons, settling the old ship down a bit. He glanced at Corr out of the side of his buy'ce then back at the view port.
He happens to be sitting next to me. Say hi Corr
He pantomimed introducing the other man, fully aware that the only one who could see him was, in fact, Corr. He leaned back in the chair, the old leather creaking, the chair itself groaning. He idly wondered what the other man would say, or what Kaine had hidden up his sleeve.
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Sept 19, 2017 18:28:21 GMT -8
Corr snarled as his looked at the comm panel as if it had just spat in his face, the visor managing to somehow portray the disgust on the face beneath. His right hand clenched and relaxed repeatedly, a low animal growl following the snarl, rumbling though the speaker on the helmet.
Talk... All they wanted to do was talk. That was all the Jedi had wanted to do. Incessant questioning to the point he felt his brain was going to explode. The Aruetiise on the shuttle had wanted to talk too. Babbling on about the mundane and the irrelevant. He had wanted to sink his gauntlet claws into their throats, to hear their words devolve into wetly choked gurgles, but knew the thought was unworthy of him. A lingering stain of darkness that still polluted his recovering mind.
Nayc jorhaar'ir, Ashrah...
His hand uncleanched and he reached forward to the controls again, this time bringing the weapon systems to fully to bear on the ship ahead of them. The low whine of laser cannons powering up reverberated through the bridge as Corr prepared to fire, his patience and reason a thing of the past.
Ni koor ti ibic or'dinii...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2017 21:44:08 GMT -8
The invasion of Concord Dawn, if you could call it that, didn't look like much of an invasion. Instead it looked like a few dozen passenger ships from Kiffu, loaded down with civilians fleeing from that civil war torn world. Most of them were broadcasting low level distress signals when they entered the system. A few of the more damaged looking ones immediately headed for landing sites on the planet or any habitable space stations that were close at hand. The rest seemed content to wait for clearance to land.
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Kaalin Karr
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Post by Kaalin Karr on Dec 22, 2017 14:23:10 GMT -8
An all black Bes'uliik Fighter emerged from hyperspace, barely noticeable to the naked eye. Kaalin placed his ship near the planet's orbit while he transmitted his clearance codes. The planet was bigger then he remembered, but beautiful never the less. He received his orders from Orbital Control, and slowly made his decent. The sun was falling, and Kaalin couldn't help but watch as he descended toward the capital.
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Kaalin Karr
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Post by Kaalin Karr on Jun 7, 2018 11:15:29 GMT -8
Kaalin's stealth-like craft emerged from Concord Dawn's atmosphere, its hyperdrive roaring with energy. Within seconds, the Mandalorian craft disappeared into the stars; heading towards Mandalore.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 15, 2018 10:14:39 GMT -8
In orbit of Concord Dawn, the Beskad came out of hyperspace. Ceas switched the ship to autopilot, which in this case was BT. The AI of the droid was sort of his traveling companion. Often he found himself having long conversations with him. Still, now was not the time to get distracted. He was here for only one purpose. He had heard Clan Vhett was rebuilding the Journeymen Protectors, and he hoped to enlist, despite being a member of Clan Ordo. He hoped they would also be open to the fact that he was a Jedi.
“BT, prepare the weapons and keep the engines hot. I want to be ready to make a quick exit if things go wrong.”
BT responded by executing the command. He wasn’t exactly feeling talkative, as he believed this to be a huge risk that wasn’t worth taking. He said nothing as Ceas began setting the ship in a path towards the space port. The sun created over the horizon as the ship descended, bathing the greyscale ship in a beautiful orange light.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 18:48:04 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, a lone Kom'rk-class fighter adjusts course to begin approaching Concord Dawn's orbit, slowing to ahead one third to provide any orbital defense ships, satellites or long range sensors near enough to detect the arrival of the fighter with ample time to make note of their arrival and subsequent approach, and to determine that their transponder positively identifies the vessel as belonging to the Clan Bralor.
Torin Bralor, piloting the fighter, nods to his co-pilot, Molan, to indicate he should contact Concord Dawn's orbital traffic controllers, starts a chronometer on his buy'ce's HUD so that he can make a note of how long the response time of any orbital defenses to their arrival will be.
Concord Dawn traffic control, Molan says in Mando'a after opening a comm channel to the planet's traffic control, keeping an eye on the fighter's sensor readings as he scans the immediate vicinity for any ships or defense platforms, this is the Onora, out of Norg Bral on Manda'yaim. We have Aliit'alor Torin Bralor aboard, and he requests permission to meet with the Aliit'alor of Clan Fett, over.
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Oct 11, 2018 19:02:10 GMT -8
It had been a long time since there had been visitors. Concord Dawn had existed within a relatively quiet part of the Mandalorian Assembly's space. Then again, all fronts were quiet. No crusades called, no invaders coming to their worlds, yet the galaxy continued to move with battles being waged across countless worlds. Concord Dawn's security force replies back to the incoming Bralor vessel.
Onora, this is Concord Dawn Security. We have been notified that your request to meet with Aliit'alor Fett has been approved. Please make your way down to the Jai'galaar's Spaceport and proceed for Mess Hall. Mandalorian Protectors will escort you there and provide transportation.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2018 19:22:09 GMT -8
Acknowledged Security. Adjusting course and continuing on for descent to the surface now, Onora out, Molan replies in Mando'a while Torin, having noted the response time of Concord Dawn Security and the mention of the Mandalorian Protectors with interest, brings the starfighter onto the flight path it has been assigned to begin the trip down to Jai'galaar's Spaceport.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2019 20:35:29 GMT -8
As he pilots his Kom'rk-class fighter out of Concord Dawn's gravity well, Torin tells his co-pilot, Molan, Send word to Agamar to have Midir brought up to speed with the situation here on Concord Dawn. Have him select what ships he feels best suit the need to shore up their orbital defenses, and then rotate in fresh crews before deploying.
Nodding, Molan asks, Where to now? Back to Manda'yaim ?
Torin drums his fingers on the arms of his chair as he considers the question for a moment, and then says, I think we'll make one more stop before we report in to the Mand'alor.
A moment later, once Molan has set their course in the fighter's navicomputer, the Kom'rk accelerates and then makes the jump to hyperspace.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2019 20:32:04 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace, a Kyramud-type battleship accompanied by two Crusader-class corvettes slows to ahead one third, the Crusader-class corvettes following suit as one moves to the larger vessel's starboard side and the second to its port side.
Aboard the Kyramud-type, Evaar'la'lor Midir Bralor, in command of the small battle group, nods to his comms officer and, once a channel has been opened to Concord Dawn Security, says in Mando'a, Security, this is Evaar'la'lor Midir Bralor aboard the Kyramud-type battleship, the Dearbháil. We've come to participate in the orbital patrol and defense of Concord Dawn, and also have an engineering team aboard that is here to effect the repair and systems upgrade of the Spirit of Dxun.
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Brayark Vizsla
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Post by Brayark Vizsla on Apr 17, 2019 19:19:49 GMT -8
Two weeks prior to The Great Hunt on Nal Hutta.
The Fang Fighter carrying Brayark Vizsla, emerged from hyperspace above Concord Dawn. It had been some time since Brayark had been here, but that now seemed like a lifetime ago. Now he was here for an entirely different purpose. Reducing speed and settling into a lane of orbital traffic that was headed to the surface, Brayark hailed the planetary traffic control. Secrecy and deception were not his forte. Normally above such underhanded tactics, Clan Ordinii's open hatred of Death Watch in the past, going so far as to level an entire mountain to kill off the last members, made it difficult to move openly. And, given what he was about to ask of Clan Fett, it was possible he might not be welcomed back here any time soon. Concord Dawn Control, this is Vaulr, carrying Aliit'alor Vizsla, seeking an audience with Aliit'alor Fett. Requesting landing clearance. Hopefully the members of Clan Fett didn't harbor an old grudges against Clan Vizsla, given their past reputation. But just to be on the safe side, Brayark was prepared to jump into action, should the need arise. Sitting in tense silence, awaiting for a response was the worst.
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Apr 17, 2019 19:47:47 GMT -8
The Spirit of Dxun's repairs were well on schedule. Older personnel were granted the chance to retire and a handful took the offer. However, they were shortly replaced by the surplus of crew members that were readily available and being trained by a cadre of officers on the surface. Upon the bridge, Commander Goran Fett, a relative of the Aliit'ator, was overseeing the necessary upgrades to their weapon system when the communication came in. He listens to it on the bridge, his face contorting slightly at the name of the clan leader that was visiting... Vizsla.
All on Concord Dawn knew of how a certain Tor Vizsla attacked the True Mandalorians on their planet, many centuries ago. Death Watch, led then by Tor, attacked and killed a number of their kin in the search for Jaster Mereel and the True Mandalorians. A stain that altered the politics of Mandalore. However, Goran received another communication from the surface. Listening to that, he proceeds to reply to Aliit'ator Vizsla.
Aliit'ator Vizsla, Galaar of Clan Fett accepts the request of an audience. He grants you permission to land at Jai'galaar and will meet you at the Mess Hall, located to the south of the Spaceport. Goran out.
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Brayark Vizsla
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Post by Brayark Vizsla on Apr 17, 2019 19:55:43 GMT -8
Surprised by the rapid response, and the tepid reception he received, he wasn't one to look a gift bantha in the mouth. Acknowledged. Vor entye, vod. Without another word, the Mandalorian closed the channel, gripped the controls of his fighter and made his way down to the surface of the planet, trying his best to relax and not appear too tense by the time he reached the surface. Either this was a good sign, or this was a trap. But, it wouldn't do him or his cause an ounce of good to bolt now. And as the leader of his Clan, he needed to be the one who stepped up, especially when their name was already perceived as a threat. It would take some time to clean the name Vizsla, which had been sullied by both Tor and Pre, respectively. Though he was nothing like his ancestors, the damage had been done. And they were still paying for it.
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Agrippus Fett
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Post by Agrippus Fett on Apr 22, 2019 11:30:42 GMT -8
Above Concord Dawn, the Lusoria emerged from hyperspace in a small blue implosion. This was supposedly the homeworld of his father, although he had never seen it, growing up on Hoth. Now seeing it for the first time, he was duly impressed, having only seen the deadly plains of Eriadu for a considerable part of his life. Finger on the trigger of his fighter, he was on edge, as it was quite possible he could be attacked. Seeing other ships forming up in a line, he dutifully joined them in their orderly descent to the planet. As his ship began descending, he hailed orbital control.
"Orbital control, this is Agrippus Fett, requesting a meeting with the Aliit'alor."
Pressing back into his seat, he could feel his armor plate press into his back muscle. The canned air was truly revolting, as he had grown up on the cold air of Hoth and the steamy, jungle air of Eriadu. A great deal of this was very new to him, and he would certainly need some guidance.
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Galaar Vhett
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Post by Galaar Vhett on Apr 22, 2019 14:25:14 GMT -8
A reply comes from Concord Planetary Security.
Agrippus Fett, you have been cleared for landing. Aliit'ator Fett is currently in the Mess Hall, located in Jai'galaar. Coordinates will be sent to your navcomputer on where to land and where the mess hall is.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2019 19:44:59 GMT -8
Once the engineering team sent by Clan Bralor has completed the repair and refit of the Spirit of Dxun under the watchful eye of Commander Goran Fett, they return to their regular duties aboard the Kyramud-type battleship, the Dearbháil, which has been patrolling above Concord Dawn along with two Crusader-class corvettes to ensure that the Spirit of Dxun is no longer alone in the task of doing so.
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Post by Agrippus Fett on Apr 24, 2019 15:52:34 GMT -8
A reply comes from Concord Planetary Security.Agrippus Fett, you have been cleared for landing. Aliit'ator Fett is currently in the Mess Hall, located in Jai'galaar. Coordinates will be sent to your navcomputer on where to land and where the mess hall is. |
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Corr Vhett - puts the "Laughter" in "Manslaughter"..... 
