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Post by Non-Com Or'dinii on Jan 14, 2014 16:09:26 GMT -8
I read the response with interest and note how little information there is. Well, it was a good thing Mando's, at least those away from their home-world, could never really be considered civilian. I order my crew to change course and to make for the Saya. The Comm officer called ahead an announced the imminent arrival of a military transport, bearing the "expected cargo," and requesting landing instructions. If queried, he says that's all he knows, someone way higher up drafted these orders by hand. If asked for affiliation, MDF is the given answer. I head to the hold where I designate three pallets of assorted light weapons as "expected cargo." ATC might hope they would behave themselves, I am more inclined to make certain that they behave themselves, though this would be a fairly tricky operation. I don my full beskar'gam and stand on the cargo lift with the first pallet of crates.
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Post by Sorkin on Feb 11, 2014 21:50:03 GMT -8
As one of the more populous planets in this sector of space, Dressel was no stranger to civilian craft. It also was not unknown to have transportation frigates sink down to and rise up from the surface. While not as glamorous, this planet had a strong appeal to the type of adventurer who liked their vacation to have a rugged charm. Now this ship was of no difference than any other small time passenger craft that would end up carrying about 50 to a 100 people. Thing is, this ship would have landed days before certain events planetside, and while the local government would fervently protect against terrorists and lawbreakers, there were things which inhabit the world in which we exist with weapons of a different story.
Some even came in the form of message, cared for as an idea by a fateful courier....
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Renan
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Post by Renan on Apr 14, 2014 10:16:47 GMT -8
A ship emerges from hyperspace, with a particularly bright flash of bleed off energy from the sudden change of velocity and local radiation. The ship had it's shields raised, but none of it's wepaons were powered, and moved toward the planet at one quarter flank speed, even some of the freighters were passing it at this speed. Soseku looked over the hull of K'elvit't, his pride and joy, painted a mottled pattern of deep blues, black, and dark grey, optimized for high altitude recon of temperate planets. But that was not his mission here, his mission was a much simpler, just an escort for a diplomat, and a few treats as well. The comm officer opened a channel to DATC, and announced their presence and intentions in slightly accented Basic; Soseku buzzed Renan's cabin, to let Him know that they'd arrived at their first destination.
Dressel ATC this is K'elvit't, a Chiss delegation to world of Dressel, requesting landing instructions and SOPs for local diplomatic delegations.
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Korina
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Post by Korina on Apr 14, 2014 11:48:54 GMT -8
The Luxury 5000 space known as Stargazer's Lily dropped out if hyperspace above the planet Dressel. Sitting in the modified and refurbished bridge she smiled in he command chair. She wasn't sure why, but suddenly she had just...FELT it was right to come here. To come to Dressel for no reason other then to come. She couldn't explain it and she wasn't going to try, unaware of her force sensitivity that ha caused the Force to bring her here to this planet.
As the Stargazer's Lily moved towards the planet she noticed another ship, a strange colored and almost completely unheard of ship before in this sector. The unknown ship that was moving so slowly towards the planet that other ships where passing it had caught her eye.
"B246," she barked at the old B-1 pilot droid flying her ship, "move up behind that unknown class of ship and follow them. I want you to scan their ship closely, but don't raise our shields or power the weapons. Call it...my curiosity at work again."
B246 had been flying Stargazer's Lily for a long time, under its original owner and now under Korina who had gotten it from him. He was use to the female's strange and unusually requests and didn't even respond to her instead pullin the ship behind the unknown, slightly below and to it's left.
Korina sat there, rubbing her chin slowly and thoughtfully as her eyes traveled the hull of the ship. It didnt have the markings or the coloration of the typical ship in service with the Galactic Remant, Fel's Empire, or any of the others. However it could still be one of them, or it could be privately owned and manufactured? She sighed and shook her head from side to side. "Well?" She inquired of the droid.
"It isn't baring a typical code sir. It also has some rather unusual weapons in place of half it's typical armament and power readings." The droid offered in its squeaky voice.
Korina's eyes gleamed and she clapped her hands. "I knew it!!! New technology!! Ask for a place to land. I'll take Splinter down and investigate myself to see what is happening. Maybe I can find whoever owns this magnificent ship and see what they will tell me. Mean while keep scanning that ship. I want to know everything about it!" Leaving the rest to the droid she left her seat an made her way through the Lily to the port side cargo hold and boarded Splinter, her personalized Starviper. Powering the ship up, she sealed it and soon was rocketing towards the planet Dressel, leaving her S-foils closed for a more aerodynamic approach and to save fuel and energy.
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Renan
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Post by Renan on Apr 15, 2014 19:42:29 GMT -8
K'elvit't received the necessary information and moved through orbit towards the Galactic Market. This region piqued Renan's interest and so with DATC's permission would be the beginning of his education on the known galaxy. The ship maintained it's shields, the captain well aware of the ever-present threat of pirates, especially near wealthy, independant worlds such as Dressel.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 20:37:31 GMT -8
After a lengthy diversion to the worlds of Ison, and Scipio to pay respects to my fallen ancestors before me, as well as a lengthy trip to take part in the Royal Nabian Intergalactic Tattoo... My prototype vessel twinkles from hyperspace into the Dressel Sector, and using codes programed to conceil my identity as a Jedi, the "Hikari's dawn" dips down toward the galactic market place
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jul 14, 2014 23:35:24 GMT -8
A Corellian-made Consular-class cruiser breaks hyperspace bearing the insignia of the Galactic Republic.
With a thick Nautolan accent :Dressel Control, this is the Esperanza Republica on a diplomatic mission sent expressly from the Supreme Chancellor; requesting permission to land in the capitol, over.:
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 15:48:24 GMT -8
ATC responded swiftly and efficiently.
You are cleared to land. Your official party will be greeted in the Capitol Building.
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Post by Chancellor Cihlbar on Jul 20, 2014 22:32:39 GMT -8
Acknowledged, Control. Esperanza Republica, Out.
The Councilor-class cruiser disembarked its brief orbit and broke atmosphere heading straight towards Breehara, the capitol city of Dressel. . . . .
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Renan
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Post by Renan on Oct 15, 2014 13:59:24 GMT -8
K'elvit't rose from the surface, once more headed for the stars and worlds beyond. Renan had caught wind of a charity gala on Coruscant and decided that would be the best place to get a feel for the various parties involved in the current impasse the galaxy found itself in. So he was setting a course for Coruscant, though he wasn't sure if he'd make a direct flight to Coruscant just yet, there were some other worlds to see too while he traveled coreward.
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Post by Jace Stealer on Jul 31, 2015 15:47:22 GMT -8
Six ships dropped out of depths along the designated space lanes; one Acclamator-class assault ships , two Tartan-class patrol cruisers, and three CR25 troop carriers. With the Acclamator at the front of the formation and the Tartans to the sides and rear, the three CR25 troop carriers formed a triangle in the middle of the defensive formation. Along the side of the standard paint job rested an insignia. An emerald blade resting on a silver shield.
Several weeks ago a band of marauding pirates made touchdown somewhere in the northern hemisphere. Over the next few weeks they made a push out to the surrounding island chains, taking them over by force. Those that they haven't killed in the raids have been made prisoners. Some reside in the labor camps, toiling away and fulfilling their master's menial tasks. Others that are fit or have other desirable attributes are smuggled off world to be sold. Either way, the local government is losing control of the situation. With the majority of the planet being Dressellians, a freedom loving race, just the presence of pirates is unbearable. Which is why they have started looking into outside help. With the presence of slavery being practiced, the Emerald Blades gladly offered their services at a massive discount. It would have been foolish for the Dressel government to pass up this opportunity, and they knew it.
Which brings it to the present. The Acclamator took up position above where they would be making base camp. The two Tartans took up positions nearby, within range to offer assistance and far enough away to provide at least a small heads up to their carrier. Meanwhile, the CR25 transports and a score of LAAT/i's along with an escort of X-wings made their way down to the government-designated island that their operations would be based out of for the campaign.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2016 8:41:52 GMT -8
A VCX-100 light freighter drops out of hyperspace, reorienting immediately onto a course that will take it to the surface of Dressel. Not bothering herself with the business of contacting the planet to gain permission to land in one of it's cities as she has no intention of remaining any longer than necessary to collect her current target, which she has tracked to Dressel after a hunt that has seen her visit several other worlds, A'vimala avoids the more congested areas of orbital traffic bound for the surface of Dressel as she continues on with her journey to run her current target to ground.
Her employer shared little detail about the human female when explaining the requirements for fulfilling the bounty she has come to collect, stating only that the woman, Cleite Kallas, is to be captured alive and brought to a location to be disclosed one the capture has been effected; and A'vimala has learned many conflicting things about her quarry in the course of tracking her down, things which make her suspect that capturing her prey will not prove easy, but which do not cause her to doubt the ultimate end of her hunt. Kallas, A'vimala vows, will soon be in her custody.
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Oct 16, 2017 16:13:35 GMT -8
Space shimmered slightly with the hint of motion, a subtle flicker that caught the eye, offering the promise of activity soon to come. A mere two seconds later a ship shuddered from hyperspace and into the Dressel system, coming into existence just star-ward of the asteroid belt, performing a shallow arc to orient itself on an intercept course for the planet. The ship was a Skipray Blastboat 24R, bereft of markings and bearing a transponder flagging it as a craft out of Bothan space. Once aligned with its destination the pilot gunned the engines, sending the craft hurting towards its goal on a tail of blue flame.
The pilot sat silently at the controls, effortlessly guiding the craft on its path. Helmet sat on the control panel in front of him the face of Corr Vhett was partially concealed behind the substantial beard he sported, the lower part of which was secured in two intricate braids. Likewise, the hair of the former Mandalorian Genral had grown out to the point where the only description for it was "shaggy", falling down from above a severe undercut in a haphazard tumble onto his armoured shoulders. Gone was the riot of spikes and barbs that had adorned his beskar'gam back in the days of war and turmoil, a more traditional suit the preference of today. Indeed, such reminders of those times had been eradicated from his make up, the madness of those times preferably left in the past where they belonged. He still sometimes struggled with the loss of identity the Sith meddling had inflicted upon his mind, confusion and uncertainty continuing to weaken his resolve at times.
Along with such deficits came some small boons. The simple life of a Mandalorian warrior had once again become something he had clutched close to his soul, a sense if duty to family and clan rather than some nebulous allegiance to some galactic entity that only wanted his service and offered no salvation in the Manda beyond. No, his days of serving the corporate machine were gone as he sought to pursue humble endeavors worthy of his efforts.
The slate gray eyes flickered sideways to take in Sidara besides him, managing to make the copilot chair look like a throne under her, the regal air of her poise and manner underlined with the lethal energy of a warrior. He studied the lines of her face, something that he seemed to be doing a lot these days, as if marking them firmly in his mind should they ever be parted again, cherishing every moment he could do so. Bringing his eyes back to the viewport he made a slight adjustment to their course, resisting the urge to smile at her expression.
Her jaw was tight as she sulked, still annoyed that he had insisted she return to Concord Dawn while he went on to Algara II.
He wasn't often protective in such things, knowking that she could look after herself, but he suspected Algara was going to be a shit storm of the highest order. He had a duty to check it out having been unable to do so following the problems after Yavin. He had sent his people there then had left them to fend for themselves in the face of... what? Hell, he wasn't even sure what had gone on there. The images of the fires raging through Tauve still fresh in his minds eye. Reports had been mixed but most concurred that some kind of contagion had caused thousands, if not tens of thousands of deaths. He again fought off the despair, anxiety and guilt that accompanied such speculation as to what had happened to those he had stationed there, his belated attempts to offer aid a measly recompense.
He once again adjusted the heading, feeling the ship shudder and the controls buck slightly under his hand as the blastboat slid into Dressels atmosphere. He glanced again at Sidara, a slight shake of his head preceding a sight of breath.
"Are you gonna sulk through this entire trip, Sid?"
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Post by Sidara Vercopa on Oct 17, 2017 13:10:22 GMT -8
Sid scowled at him, not wanting to talk, but knowing he was going to force her to. She was so frustrated with this man. When they first met, he was dragging her kicking and screaming to any and every bit of adventure he could find, without a thought of the danger that was imminent. That's just what they did. It was the core of their relationship. She just didn't understand his change of heart all of a sudden. She was well capable of keeping up with him and being as safe as she could. She had even started wearing her buy'ce religiously. She exhaled sharply.
"So what if I do. You know fecking well I can handle this. It's not like I haven't before. Gods, Corr we met in the middle of a war. Why all of a sudden are you being all protective and not letting me do what I was born to do! This isn't fair, Corr. I have been itching for a mission! You know I will be fine. Admit it Corr... you know I will."
She tilted her head and gave him her best Sweet Sidara look. She softened her voice. "I don't often beg, Corr'ika... but I want to come with. Please?"
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Corr
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Post by Corr on Oct 17, 2017 13:38:38 GMT -8
He blew out a sigh from between pursed lips as the ship began to shudder more violently, the atmosphere growing thicker around them. His head shook slowly back and forth as he maintained an iron grip on the controls, allowing gravity to do her bit in pulling them steadily, if not smoothly, down into Dressels embrace.He would not be moved by her cajoling, standing his ground like the boss that he was. While concern and prudence coloured his decision it was also now about dominance. He was still her superior no matter what relationship they had asides from work, and he insisted on being obeyed. He was also a stubborn old bastard who wouldn't back down from a fight."I told you, Sid... Its not about ability. All reports indicate some kind of contagion down there and there is no sense risking us both to infection..." He smiled slightly, trying to alleviate the tension. The gesture was halfhearted, the wily old Mandalorian knowing that he was not going to be able to diffuse the red-headed demon sat next to him so easily.Finally the blastboat broke fully into the atmosphere, tearing free of the upper cloud layer and descending towards the Terrain below...
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Post by Kirith Aridigo on Dec 3, 2017 18:03:29 GMT -8
Kirith licked a brownie crumb off of her thumb as she pulled the lever that would exit the ship from hyperspace, the last remaining evidence of the chocolate decadence she had just been indulging in. She had always enjoyed spending the downtime in hyperspace doing something productive. Since hyperspace was normally not a recommended time or place to be doing mechanical fiddling with your ship, she often opted for baking instead. In this case it had been brownies, a bit of an "oldie but a goodie" for her.
Glancing over at her copilot she asked,
"So, what's the plan from here? Where's your peeps at?"
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Post by Orar Traat'aliit on Dec 6, 2017 9:40:20 GMT -8
Lounging nonchalantly in the copilots chair, one leg draped over the left-hand arm rest, Maraak glanced up from the nasty looking vibroshiv that he had been using to clean his nails and frowned at her. Allowing the leg to slid off, foot thumping to the deck noisily, he sat forward and gestured to the targeting computer.
"There should be a beacon or something keyed to respond to the Cats transponder..."
Maraak had been idle during the hyperdrive flight from Nar Shaddaa. Nobody writes on the Hyperspace threads anymore so its often necessary to formulate a small backstory of one wants to depict what happened during a flight. Sometimes this can be useful in filling out bits of story, or setting up a plot hook. In this case there is nothing so anything I wrote her would just be fluff. We don't need anymore fluff. No siree...
He cast a sidelong glance at Kirith, a small twitch of the lip indicated veiled amusement.
"That is of course if we are using said transponder?"
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Post by Dees on Aug 16, 2018 16:17:00 GMT -8
Sliding back into the seat, she exhaled through her nose and inhaled through her mouth around her finger. She closed her eyes as she licked her finger. *** Space around her imploded, and she felt infinitely large in a vast gulf of the galaxy. She was dizzy, but it was manageable. Dressel is here under me. Big gas giant on the edge of the system there. Trinary in-between us and Ryloth should give us a bit of an edge. Set the gravity well of Ryloth to our exit point. Her head danced with numbers and formulas until she found the one she wanted. She inhaled again and closed her eyes. ***He hands tightly gripped the flight stick as she worked to catch her breath. It took her a few moments, then she reached forward and grabbed the datapad, furiously typed in the calculation and began banking the ship in a new heading to the right. Finished, she slid the datapad forward on the console AVI, look good to you?Yes, but we aren’t out of the gravity well just yet.I know.She flipped a row of switches, and the muffled whine of the inertia motors being primed came from a distant part of the ship. She checked their heading, with hands resting on the trigger. Moments later, the Geheim Masjien vanished from realspace
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Shel Hu
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Post by Shel Hu on Jan 29, 2020 13:55:21 GMT -8
A large shipment of arms had been purchased by the First Order from Dressel, and thus Shel had been dispatched to escort the convoy back to it's intended destination. A little miffed about the prospect of being assigned to such a duty, Shel none the less carried it out without complaint. After all these resources would be of great use to the Empire in the times to come, as tensions kept rising with the other fledgling powers in the Galaxy. Standing on the bridge of the Pathbreaker, Shel couldn't help but have a bad feeling. Harnan would call it the Force, General Scortino would call it a 'gut feeling.' Either way it made Shel uneasy. The Dressel transports were almost all in orbit now, safely surrounded by her fleet.
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Post by Renzo Ostrenis on Jan 31, 2020 6:30:58 GMT -8
"Frontal deflectors activated"
"Long range scanners actived"
"Leaving hyperspace in 12.5 seconds, sir"
"Good. May the Force be with us"
Everyone at the bridge was at the ready. Intel provided by the C-sec talked about a First Order presence on the system and that was what Ostrenis was going to know for himself soon enough. In a blink the hyperspace eerie atmosphear was changed by the black emptyness of space, with the distant shape of Dressel in the horizon. Sensors beeped and alarms sounded ominously.
"Imperial ships, admiral"
"Numbers. Report"
He said, straight to the point.
"A sizable number of transports and a fleet. Six ships, sir. One of them apparently is a star destroyer, while the others are within frigate or cruise range"
"Good. Lit sublight engines, fire up the weapon systems and keep scanning them. Quarren Battle formation"
The ships formed around the Oathkeeper as instructed, using the ISD2 as an axis. They marched towards what looked like an enemy fleet. The MC90 protected the ship's left flank, while the Nebulons and the Liberator provided cover on the right. As usual, the corvettes formed a screen around the destroyer's exposed bridge.
"Fighter squadrons at the ready"
Ostrenis could feel, already, the thrill of the fight bursting through his veins. He took a seat on his command chair and started to review the incoming data, the holoscreen lighting up his red mirror-like eyes.
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