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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 13, 2013 18:25:22 GMT -8
The Primary Docking Bay houses the majority of the combat support forces of the Basterd's Hand, including both fighter and bomber flights of the GALCOM Armada Starfighter Group.
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Post by Zulu Rochan on Sept 19, 2013 17:44:41 GMT -8
Zulu paced around the cockpit of the YT-1300 freighter, which hovered outside the docking bay. Another man, Kray Kutler, sat in a chair nearby, leaning over a table containing numerous communications instruments. "Right... about... there...", Kray said in his deep voice, as he finished tampering with the equipment. Zulu nodded and approached the table, picked up a microphone, pressed its activation button, and held it to his mouth. He hoped that Kray put the transmitter on proper frequency for whoever in charge of the destroyer to hear Zulu's transmissions. With finality, he mustered his breath and spoke. "Unidentified craft, this is DWV freighter JUSTICE. We mean no harm and are requesting permission to dock." And, with that, he released the microphone's button and waited tirelessly for a response.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 20, 2013 20:07:53 GMT -8
Without hesitation a response is offered over the open comm frequency. Warrant Officer Jack Bryers keyed his console's mic as the YT-1300 freighter approached the Nebula-class Star Destroyer's main hangar bay. He signaled for Petty Officer Crit Gartly to began an initial scan of the vessel. Leaning towards his mic, Jack spoke evenly into the commlink. Dee-Double You-Vee Freighter Justice, I am Warrant Officer Jack Bryers. This is the Basterd's Hand, of the Galactic Security Assistance Force Armada. Maintain your current trajectory and prepare for tractor lock. We'll guide you in. There will be a security team waiting for you to assist with any resupplying needs you might have. In the meantime, please state the nature of your presence here, so that we may better assist you. Jack leaned away from his console and against the back of his chair, awaiting a response. It has been days since the Armada had made contact with any outsiders, though they were always welcome aboard.
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Post by Zulu Rochan on Sept 21, 2013 11:20:56 GMT -8
Zulu grinned and looked to Kray, who proudly nodded. Pressing the button on his microphone to speak again, Zulu stated his reply to the officer. "The Justice's crew are in need of supplies and minor repairs may be required for the ship. In addition, we've got an injured man on board."
Zulu released the button and looked over his shoulder towards the back of the ship where two men were. They were exactly alike: blonde hair, blue eyes, pretty young. The only difference between the two was that one of them had a large scorch on his stomach and was laying on a cushioned bunk, under the watchful eye of his counterpart. These two men were Ti'iro and Di'iro Menda. The latter was the one that was the one that remained still in his bunk, cringing in pain at the burn on his abdomen.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 22, 2013 14:14:05 GMT -8
Jack waved his hand exuberantly at Petty Officer Gartly as he heard the Justice's commlink operator reveal their ownership of a casualty on board the freighter. Jack killed his mic as Gartly stepped over to him. "We've got a casualty incoming, make sure there's a medical team waiting for them when they arrive." Gartly nodded curtly and returned to his own console, dolling out the orders to the main hangar's operating crew. Jack reactivated his mic after a moment, replying to the Justice's speaker. We read you, Justice, there will be a medical team waiting for you when you arrive. We will require the crew of your vessel, minus the casualty, to wait with the ship while a security team inspects it briefly. Just a formality.Jack sat back and watched his read outs as the Justice was grappled by the invisible tractor beam and drawn quickly into the main hangar bay. As the freighter slipped through the hangar bay shields, Jack looked over at Gartly for confirmation that the medical team had been alerted to the incoming casualty. The other man nodded his way and Jack thanked him before returning to his console and keeping an eye on further communications from the Justice.Gunnery Sergent Stu Foster, 1st Platoon, Able Company, 1st Infantry Brigade Commando Team, GALSAF
Main Hangar Bay of GALSAF Armada Flagship, Basterd's Hand Gunnery Sergent Stu Foster acknowledged the orders he'd received with a double-click of his commlink. Leaving his rifle to hang from its clip on his shoulder he stood and clapped his hands together, signaling the rest of his men. Leftenant Calo Tagira was off somewhere in the ship, and had left Foster in charge of handling the hangar's crew operations for the remainder of the day, not that there had been much work to do. All of their equipment had been properly maintained and reorganized for their next assignment, whatever that would end up being. Until the end of their shift, Gunnery Sergent Foster's platoon had been wiling away their time practicing tactical maneuvers and running through vessel breach-and-board operations using the various freighters and starships scattered throughout the hangar. Sergent Grrfarl'awlra, a male Wookiee from Kashyyyk, stood and roared curtly at the rest of his squad. His commandos picked up their rifles and sauntered over to one of the landing sections marked in yellow towards the center of the hangar bay, where an older YT-1300 freighter was being pulled into position by the Hand's tractor beam operators. The squad arrayed themselves around the yellow-marked landing section, orienting themselves in a half-circle outside where they expected the vessel's loading ramp to drop.
The freighter settled onto the deck, its landing struts compressing slightly with the hiss of hydraulic gasses, and the loading ramp began to drop. None of the commandos saw it fit to train their weapons on the ship, though they stood alert and ready in their menacing advanced Katarn-class Mark V armor systems, each set painted a mottled grey-maroon color befitting GALSAF's emblem. A group of T-shaped visors awaited the crew of the Justice, and while menacing to some at first, the personalities of each commando varied greatly, as did their level of personableness. Sergent Grrfarl'awlra stepped forward as the medical team, a pair of commandos from another platoon, arrived and waited at the bottom of the ramp. The massive Wookiee growled and gruffed shortly at the medical team, giving them orders to take the casualty immediately to the nearest medbay. Sergent Grrfarl'awlra kept his helmet on, he would need it to translate for him in the likelihood the Justice's crew were unable to understand Shyriiwook, the native Wookiee language.
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Post by Zulu Rochan on Sept 23, 2013 12:41:08 GMT -8
As Ti'iro continued to look after his injured brother, Zulu looked to Kray as if expecting his colleague to speak. Of course, the medical officer DID speak. "I'm not sure we can trust this 'Galactic Security' group. They seem rather aruetyc to me. They might not understand us, and especially not Di'iro." Kray pointed back towards the mandalorian twins. The young man sitting in the chair turned his cold, blue eyes to Kray. "Lisir takisira," he retorted as if insulted. "You don't understand what it's like to be a twin. You almost feel the other's pain."
Kray shrugged, then looked back towards Zulu as if unaffected by Ti'iro's reply. "We need to get him to triage. You know our bacta's low."
Zulu simply nodded in response and placed a hand on Kray's shoulder. The officer understood Zulu's intentions and got up from his chair, and the pair moved to the back of the ship where the loading bay had been dropped. As they passed by the twins, Ti'iro refused to accompany Zulu and Kray. HE probably wanted to stay with his brother. Zulu could understand this. He instead approached the hatch and climbed down into the floor of the hangar along with Kray, acknowledging the commandos and the wookiee with a solemn nod.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 23, 2013 18:49:36 GMT -8
Sergent Grrfarl'awlra, affectionately referred by his fellow commandos as "Gerf," waved the two men passed him as they stepped down the landing ramp of their vessel and onto the deck of the Basterd's Hand. As the Zulu was making his way, the massive Wookiee dropped a heavy armored hand onto the man's shoulder. He growled at the man, the vocoder in his helmet translating the Shyriiwook into Galactic Basic. Welcome to the Basterd's Hand. Wait over there. The words came out sounding deep and metallic in tone. The Wookiee male waved at the two commandos waiting to board the ship and together they sauntered up the loading ramp and into the vessel.
Sergents Gent Vhenn and Solus Thine made their way on board, rifles held casually against their chests as they glanced around the freighter's interior. Vhenn broke off and disappeared into the freighter's main crew areas, checking for anything that might be a threat to the Hand and its accompanying personnel. Thine went off in search of the casualty, instead finding a pair of twins, one with a wound burned into his gut. Thine nodded solemnly at the two men, his face hidden behind the T-shaped visor of his buy'ce1, then took a knee beside the injured man.
How we doin', ner'vod2? Thine grunted, withdrawing a handheld scanner from one of his utility pouches. Pressing the device's sensor against the man's neck, Thine quickly gathered his vitals and stored them in the device's memory. Storing it back in his belt, Sergent Thine clipped his rifle against his chest and held out an armored limb to the injured man. The name's Solus Thine, I'm here to bring you to our medbay. The GALSAF commando looked over at the other twin. I'm sorry mate, but I've got to take your brother alone. You're to stay here with the rest of your crew. We'll see to it he gets the attention he needs, and once he's stable you'll be allowed to visit…as long as you've been cleared by the Deck Commander. Solus flexed his outstretched hand, signaling for the injured man to take it. C'mon, verd3, let's get you some aid.
1: Helmet, lit. "Bucket"
2: "My friend/comrade."
3: Soldier, warrior.
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Post by Zulu Rochan on Sept 24, 2013 9:17:23 GMT -8
Zulu and the accompanying Kray took place near a group of commandos, examining the freighter from the outside and waiting for the four men inside to exit. As Ti'iro shook his head and continued to sit, his brother looked up from his own injury. His eyes were glassy with happiness that he was finally getting some real assistance, but one could tell he was still in a poor state. Di'iro reached out and clutched Solus' hand, groaning slightly from the pain caused by the burn in his gut.
Ti'iro started to talk once more. "He only speaks Mando'a. Even in that, he ain't that fluent. You probably won't get many words outta him."
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Post by Ander Tagira on Oct 2, 2013 12:42:19 GMT -8
Sergent Thine felt the injured man's hand grip his own strongly, pulling him up when he did. Thine slung the man's arm over his shoulder and grabbed his wrist, then helped him over to a repulsor-gurney and laid him down on it. Patting the gurney, Thine watched briefly as Sergent Vhenn began walking the gurney out of the ship to the landing deck, then looked over at the twin brother. It's alright, most of us commandos are Mando'ade1 of some sort or another, and those who aren't still speak the language. Mhi ne ven'gana naasad urakto suvarir gar vode2. Thine nodded to the man and made his way out of the ship's interior, returning to Sergent Grrfarl'awlra to report back before following the casualty's gurney across the hangar bay and towards a turbolift that led directly to the primary medical bay. Along the way, Sergent Vhenn stripped the man's clothes from his injury and patched them with bacta-pads and administering a clotting factor through an IV. The man's vital signs were stable for the moment, though he was noticeably distressed.
On the hangar deck, Sergent Grrfarl'awlra signaled for the freighter's crew to make their way over to him. He growled softly under his helmet, the words translated like before by the vocoder. We need to check you and your ship before you can be cleared to leave the hangar. Stand over here for a moment. The large Wookiee pointed with a clawed hand to the deck in front of him as two other commandos made their way to the loading ramp with portable scanning equipment to check the ship with.
1: Mandalorian, Plur.
2: "We won't have any difficulty understanding your brother."
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Post by Zulu Rochan on Nov 21, 2013 9:34:00 GMT -8
Zulu and Kray did as they were told, and just then, Ti'iro decided to leave the ship. He simply got up from his seat and walked towards the latch, where he dropped onto the hangar floor below. He then walked to where he saw his comrades standing.
The rest of the ship was nearly empty, though it had garbage, food containers, and expended packages of bacta strewn across the floor.
Di'iro sighed in relief as the drug started to take effect. His muscles ceased to tense as they previously did, and he relaxed.
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Post by Ander Tagira on Nov 28, 2013 1:38:34 GMT -8
After having completed a general scan of the newly arrived vessel, Sergent Grrfarl'awlra motioned for his men to return to their post inside the hangar bay. On the way down the loading ramp, the Wookiee took notice of the man known as Ti'iro, and stepped to his side, his voice sounding over the vocoder of his helmet. Your brother will live, as far as we can tell. Worry not, my friend. The Wookiee growled before returning to his Commandos. Almost as an afterthought, the large Wookiee looked back over at the man. You are free to accompany him to the medical bay. Surely he will enjoy the sight of close friends before that of strange doctors. Sergent Grrfarl'awlra nodded towards Ti'iro, motioning towards the turbolift where his companion was being taken upon the repulsor-gurnery.
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Post by Zulu Rochan on Nov 28, 2013 19:22:48 GMT -8
(I know that the names are kinda confusing. Di'iro is the injured man, and Ti'iro is the one that had spoken earlier.)
Ti'iro shook his head slightly. "I'd rather not, friend. Di'iro and I believe that, should one of us be in pain, the other should not be present. It bolsters the pain of both," he explained. The man stroked his blonde hair from in front of his stern, blue eyes. He then raised a hand toward the two other mandolorians that stood nearby, conversing. Then, pointed his index finger at the taller man that stood towering above most of the surrounding people. Kray Kutler. "He's an... experienced... medical technician. He'll gladly go with you should you require any assistance."
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Post by Ander Tagira on Dec 1, 2013 20:45:13 GMT -8
The Wookiee Commando took in Ti'iro's words momentarily before nodding and jerking his helmeted head towards the man that was identified to him as a medical technician of some sort. The halting manner in which Ti'iro spoke about his companion prompted him to pause before speaking, though understanding the security of their own flagship, let the moment pass. Send this man with the casualty. If he can provide any assistance or insight during the casualty's care, allow him to do so. Grrfal'awlra's helmet translated his words to the pair of commandos accompanying the medical man. The Wookiee turned back to Ti'iro, looking down at him from an astounding height, typical to his species. We can provide you with adequate quarters for the duration of your stay, if you would prefer this to staying with your ship. It will be closer to the mess hall as well, than the main hangar bay. The Wookiee's dark eyes strafed the Human man's face, as if searching for information. If you do not mind, what brought you here? The voice that sounded wasn't the Wookiee's, but rather belonged to a Human male, Gunnery Sergent Stu Foster. Grrfal turned and grunted at the newcomer. I was just about to ask... Foster shrugged nonchalantly. Snooze you lose, my furry friend. The Gunnery Sergent replied, his tone even. He stepped to the Wookiee's side, his helmet clipped to his belt and his gloves dangling from one of his pockets. No need to feel awkward, we're just making conversation pal. We're usually stuck here all day with no one but each other to talk to, and that gets quite boring. Sergent Foster grinned, his attempt to make light of the fact that Ti'iro had just watched a family member be carted away by strangers to be treated for life-threatening injuries.
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Post by Zulu Rochan on Dec 3, 2013 14:53:50 GMT -8
As Kray heard the command, he turned and followed the soldier that escorted the injured Di'iro away. Zulu stepped toward Ti'iro and the GALSAF operatives that stood near him, but didn't speak yet.
"We've been constantly on mission for the past standard month," the twin replied to the gunnery seargent's inquiry grimly. "Not to mention that one of our men was injured by an assassin droid, and we've been completely out of rations and medical supplies for four days."
"Could you make it a little more obvious?" the black-haired man interjected sarcastically and quietly, directing his comment toward Ti'iro. The latter glared at him blankly. "The both of them wanted to know, Zulu. I'm letting them." He shook his head and looked back toward the other two men with whom he was conversing. "We're Da Werda Verda. I'm sure you know what those words mean."
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Post by Ander Tagira on Dec 21, 2013 16:28:51 GMT -8
Foster listened intently as Ti'iro spoke, nodding along. As a show of good faith to bolster the meaning behind his words, the Sergent removed his helmet and clipped it at his belt, revealing a clean shaven, dark skinned face. "It's alright, my friend. Stu told the man named Zulu. "We'll get you stocked up on supplies, whatever you need." He leaned forward, his voice dropping to low note, a conspiratorial tone lining his words. "Guys like the Wook won't understand, but we've got some uj cake we can pass along as well. Brought it straight from Mandalore. Only been sitting a few days or so." While it was true uj cake wasn't enjoyed by every Mandalorian, especially those who were non-humans, the pastry had garnered enough renown over the centuries to be considered the pinnacle of the Mandalorian diet. It just so happened that a group of Mandalorian men had ended up in GALSAF's care, and Sergent Foster wanted to see they were awarded all the comforts he had to spare. Sitting back on his heels, the Sergent added. "If you don't mind me asking, who do you work with or for?"
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Post by Darragh Kennan on Aug 21, 2014 14:45:03 GMT -8
An XS-800 Light Freighter exited hyperspace and approached the Basterd's Hand. The pilot tapped the console before him and opened a channel to the Star Destroyer hanging in the middle of space.
=The Smuggler?=
Howdy mates, this is Darragh Kennan of the Smuggler?, with a business proposal for your commander.
Darragh waited for a reply. He leaned back in his chair and put his feet up on the console. It shouldn't take a quick-witted group of commandos to respond to a single pilot, Darragh told himself. And if their commander was half as smart as he thought, it wouldn't be long before Darragh was ushered through the door.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 19:52:24 GMT -8
*A quick flash of light apeared across the horizon before a black and orange Consular-class cruiser materialized out of hyperspace. The ship was heavily armed and armored, a far cry from its original purpose, sporting dents and scars from previous skirmishes. Flanking the ship on either side were four Z-95 headhunters painted in similar fashion. The cruiser slowed its speed as it came closer to its target. In the distance hung the Bastard Hand. A much larger vessel then the cruiser. Inside the cockpit, a set of light blue eyes stared at the bigger vessel as it drew nearer. Reaching over, the young blue eyed women hit the long range comlink.*
::Bastards Hand. This is Carena Tatham of the Long Rider. I have come to discuss my cousin, Kaytra Tatham. Word has reached has reached our family that she has been killed in action. I have been sent to identify and retrieve the body if there is one.::
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 8, 2014 8:54:26 GMT -8
The Star Destroyer's traffic control officer on duty replied to each of the incoming pilots in turn as their registrations were checked. Smuggler?, you have been assigned docking space Able-Five-Two. We will guide you in via tractor beam, stand by. To the other pilot, the officer relayed mostly the same news. Long Rider, you have been assigned docking space Charlie-Three-Eight. Stand by, we will guide your vessel in via tractor beam. After both notices had been given, the pilots would feel their respective vessels shudder slightly as the Basterd's Hand attained a tractor lock on them both and began drawing the ships carefully into the large hangar bay tucked into the belly of the Destroyer. Coronel-In-Chief Fariq Garmoulis took position in front of the landing space Carena Tatham had been allocated. The male Zabrak stood tall in the standard black body suit of the commandos, fixed with a series of interlocking armor plates of a mottled green and brown camouflage scheme. His helmet was clipped to his belt. With him stood Foresergent Sylka Duntas, a human female from Ossis. She wore no armor at the time being, just a simple tan and grey flight suit with a Verpine shatter pistol at her hip and a datatablet in her hands. Waiting for Darragh Kennan would be a more simple greeting committee consisting of a pair of commandos and a relations officer.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2014 18:43:00 GMT -8
*Carena felt the tractor beam latch onto her ship and pull them in. After several long minutes she heard the sounds of the ship docking. Leaving the cockpit, she made her way to the airlock door. As she reached the thick blast door, she could hear the final docking procedure taking place. Once the light was green the door slid open. The young women stepped through the door and entered the hangar. Her ice blue eyes scanned the two in front of her then to the hangar. Carena herself was dressed in her normal attire of a black sleeveless shirt, grey cargo pants and black combat boots. Behind her two armored guards stepped through the door. Their armor consisted of a thick flack jacket over a layer of interlocked armor. The unique helmet and shoulder pads gave away their rank as members of the royal guard. Each guards armor, although cleaned up for this occasion, showed signs of many hard fought and won battles.*
*The young woman and her guards came to a stop a short distance away from the two commandos. She paused for a moment, in that silence she could almost sense her guards unease at being in such a place. Even still, they kept their fingers off the triggers of the blaster carbines. Carenas eyes fell once again on the two commandos.*
"I am Carena Tatham. As was stated before, I'm here to retrieve my cousins body." *She paused for a moment before continuing.* "Also, I'm here to discuss more...serious circumstances concerning Kaytra Tatham."
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Post by Ander Tagira on Sept 18, 2014 10:40:18 GMT -8
The two helmeted commandos glanced at each other visibly with a slight turn of their heads. One of them looked forward again as Garmoulis addressed Carena through the vocoder installed in his own helmet. You better come with me then, miss. These two can follow, and keep their firearms. There certainly was an air of unease surrounding Carena's companions; one existed between the two GALSAF commandos as well. It wasn't up to them to tell her the full story, however. That'd be the Coronel's job. As they walked across the hangar bay, the Falleen commando pulled his helmet from his head and clipped it to his utility belt. He through a glance back at Carena, to ensure she was at his heels, along with her guardsmen. The silk black hair streaming down his back shimmered as the long locks shook with the motion. "Kaytra was...is, a valued commando. The circumstances surrounding her end deserve care and detail when being told." Fariq turned down a corridor and led Carena and her companions into a small conference room on the level overlooking the massive hangar bay. Across the way, the Falleen spotted the Lord Commander with a young woman gazing down at the bay below them from across the floor. Ander Tagira caught his eye from all that distance away and nodded his greeting. Fariq offered a casual two-fingered salute as the two individuals turned away and vanished from the hall. Once inside the conference room, Fariq gestured for Carena and her guardsmen to take seats across a dark wooden table from himself. His own commandos remained on either side of the room's entrance. He leaned forward and laced his fingers together. "So...where do I begin?"
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