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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2016 5:36:04 GMT -8
UDF Nebula-class Star Destroyer, The Leviathan - Bridge
UDF LTJG Coris Runalian, comms operator for the Leviathan, is already beginning to run the commercial luxury liner's information through the routine security checks all incoming planetary traffic is subjected to as he opens a comm channel to the ZD's captain to say in a practiced pleasant, though mildly robotic tone, Come to full stop, maintain your position, and standby for clearance to proceed to Umgul City, Aimee Alexandra.
The security checks completed, with nothing of concern having come up, LTJG Runalian preps and then sends a datapacket to the Aimee Alexandra as he re-opens the comm channel and says, You have been cleared to proceed, Aimee Alexandra. Adjust your heading to begin your assigned course, and make for Umgul City Starport. Please inform your passengers to have all identification and customs documentation ready for a routine customs inspection upon landing. Welcome to Umgul, enjoy your stay. Leviathan out.
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Post by R2-683 on Jan 19, 2016 14:27:53 GMT -8
Once confirmation was received that their ship had been cleared, the multitude of droids running things behind the scenes - maintaining the engines, keeping pressure and temperature steady, and keeping lines of communication open with the organic staff - scrambled to make the cruiser ready for landing. Like cogs in a well-oiled machine, the droids went about their tasks with precisely-calculated haste, save the one or two that were lagging behind or running into their fellow astromechs. Nothing a tune-up or a memory wipe wouldn't fix.
One of these droids, a silver-and-teal R2 unit acting as a liaison between the mechanical crew and the living workers, got reports from the various "heads" of their respective departments. And once all of them had checked in, this particular droid plugged its uncovered probe arm into its assigned socket, letting the captain of the vessel know that the Aimee Alexandra was prepared for landing.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2016 21:19:17 GMT -8
The captain of the Aimee Alexandra complied with all of the traffic controller's requests, holding position until he and his vessel were cleared to proceed to the surface. He did not have long to wait, as the security officer responded moments later with a clearance and a new course heading. The captain checked the controls and his status board, while his navigator input the new course into the luxury liner's computer. He saw confirmations from all over the ship, including from several of the astromech droids on board. Everything seemed to be in order for a safe (and legal) landing in Umgul City.
Passengers, this is your captain speaking. We are making our final approach to Umgul now, and will be touching down in Umgul City in approximately ten minutes. For those of you for whom Umgul is your final destination, please gather your baggage now, and have your identification ready for a customs inspection upon arrival. The current weather in Umgul city is 21°C with overcast skies and fog. Thank you for sailing the stars aboard the Aimee Alexandra, the finest in Core Worlds Luxury(tm)!
Stryfe stretched, and checked her bags once more as the captain's announcement blared over the intercom into her cabin. So far, everything was proceeding according to plan. She could hear the change in pitch in the ship's engines as the adjusted to a new course, and slowed to begin their descent.
With a slight shudder, the ZD-9000 entered Umgul's misty atmosphere.
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Post by Zane Shadolen on Apr 18, 2016 23:08:26 GMT -8
*The JM-5K scouting vessel, "Kressham's Rest", made its way out into high orbit. It was registered to the Jedi Order of Corellia, and its destination had been recorded in the Umgul Tower's databanks. The vessel was bound for the Dantooine system, arrival time looking to be somewhere in the neighborhood of three days.*As soon as the vessel had made its way clear of the planet's gravity well, it adjusted its heading. A few moments longer, and the "Rest" would have its hyperdrive charged and spooled; followed shortly by the vessel entering hyperspace...
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Post by Harli Hawkins on May 18, 2016 22:11:32 GMT -8
*A flash of light appeared across the darkened sky. A fraction of a second later a Pelta-class frigate dropped out of hyperspace. The ships grey and red hull was covered in pock marks and burns from laser firer. Large gauges ran from bow to sten where debris and bounced off her. The ship itself was once a proud medical frigate during the Clone Wars, supporting several hundred crew that brought aid across the galaxy. Now her crew was barely a dozen, her insides had been gutted out to support cargo and salvaged goods instead of medical supplies. The old vessel was named the Europa, and now that the Republic had officially disbanded, the old vessel searched for new purpose. Taking a position in high orbit above the planet, the Captain of the Europa hailed planetary control.*
::Planetary control, this is Harli Hawkins requesting permission to land. We are in need of repairs and fuel. Also, we have supplies from the inner rim. Most reclaimed from destroyed or damaged Republic vessels still in the inner rim.::
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on May 18, 2016 23:40:20 GMT -8
Rocket was planet side and was checking all arrivals and departures in collaboration with the fleet stationed in atmosphere. So when he received a transmission, at the same time in the Leviathan they had been doing the checking and transmitting information to ATC, about the ship's information, but the person's name wasn't marked as a threat to begin with.
Opening the comm on his side, Rocket spoke to the person who had addressed him. Harli Hawkins, you are hereby permitted to land in Umgul's spaceport, a dock for repairs has been cleared for you, please also note that a routine check from customs planetside, will take place. Adjust your course and proceed. Welcome to Umgul, if you need any more help do not hesitate to inform the guards down here. ATC over and out.
Well that was one thing done, Rocket proceeded to add additional information to the transmission there and warned a few officers to be on call and find this Harli Hawkins just in case any other requests might be needed.
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Post by Harli Hawkins on May 20, 2016 17:05:58 GMT -8
*A ghost of a smile flashed across Harli's lips at orbital controls response.*
"Roger that ATC. Heading ground side now."
*The Europa changed its trajectory and began a slow decent through the planets orbit to the space station below.*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2016 19:23:24 GMT -8
"It isn't that I doubt you could get us there undetected, Greig," Krikor tells the shaggy brown haired young Mandalorian piloting the Tra'kad-class transport that has appeared in realspace relatively near Umgul only to come to a stop outside of the range of most conventional sensors any patrolling vessels in orbit might be utilizing.
"Sure, Greig says indifferently, and then smirks as he says, Because I can think of about four different ways to . . ."
"Four or four hundred, a hooded and veiled Qiraash woman says as she enters the cockpit, it makes no difference. It is in our best interests to keep our dealings on this particular world beyond reproach. We might make it to the surface without being detected, but the likelihood of remaining so is slim if what we know of Umgul's uniquely vigorous vigilance is correct. Having no record of our arrival would invite more questions than simply arriving openly would require that we answer."
"Have it your way," Greig says, leaning forward to open a comm channel to Umgul's planetary traffic control with one hand while bringing the Tra'kad's engines back online to get underway once more. Once the comm channel has been opened, Greig says, Umgul control, this is Greig Jendri, captain of the Eachna, requesting clearance to land in Umgul City's spaceport.
As the wait for clearance begins, Krikor looks out at world the ship is approaching and wonders whether the Qiraash's visions will prove true. The creature he has hunted for nearly all his life, the same beast his father hunted before him, has eluded him for so long that Krikor finds it difficult to feel any true hope that, even if Rashmi's gift has led them to the ageless obscenity's current lair at long last, the three of them can end its evil once and for all. Hope may seem elusive to Krikor, but honor and duty demands he press on all the same, and so he waits patiently for the clearance to begin searching for the foul beast that he is doomed to seek out so that he may destroy it, or die trying.
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Aug 19, 2016 14:03:46 GMT -8
UDF Nebula-class Star Destroyer, The Leviathan — Bridge
Nejj, typically a quiet man, wasn't the kind to slack on the job, not today especially with had been going planetside. Whatever he thought or believed, it did not matter at all, the people of Umgul still needed some form of protection in case of threats coming from the vast skies. Today he was manning the comms and when he noticed that on his radar a spacecraft was approaching, he waited for a few moments wondering if the pilot or whomever maneuvering the Tra'kad-class transport was going to open the lines, if not he would do so and order them to halt and state its business.
Finally when he noticed that a communication was coming through, Nejj leaned back and took in the necessary information he had been needing and logged that. Eachna, please stand by. Getting a return from intelligence after contacting the right people planet side, there were no red flags, and as such, Nejj unmuted the comms and spoke Eachna, you are hereby permitted to land, please follow the flight plan transmitted to you, and please also note that you might be subjected to a routine customs inspection upon landing. Welcome to Umgul and please enjoy your stay. Leviathan out.
Nejj wondered if the one who had contacted him knew what had been going on the planet, not that he cared, the person wasn't on the few that were to be granted passage immediately... Sighing softly, he returned to his duty.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 18:31:08 GMT -8
Bringing up the flight plan that has been transmitted to his Tra'kad-class transport, Greig examines it while reopening the comm channel to reply to the Star Destroyer that had handled the request to head planetside, Thank you, Leviathan. Coming onto assigned course, the young Mandalorian says while adjusting his ship's heading, now to begin our descent. Eachna out. "So, Greig asks while continuing to pilot his ship towards Umgul, any ideas about how we go about finding your old nemesis, ba'buir?"
Krikor, watching Umgul growing ever closer with a wary, pensive expression, says only, "A few, yes." In truth, Krikor is not entirely certain how they will locate the creature's lair, for it appears to have changed its habits in the years since he lost its trail. Where the fell beast once left a trail of uniquely slain victims easy to identify as its prey, it has left no such easily identified spoor on Umgul. Krikor supposes that the beast has learned subtlety, something he imagines the improvements in such things as evidence collection and the ability of law enforcement agencies and other like-minded organizations to share data about those they combat have made necessary for it to survive in the age it has survived to see. No matter, Krikor tells himself, for he and his companions will not relent until they have found the vile creature, no matter how long it takes for them to do so.
As Krikor broods, the Tra'kad-class transport continues onwards towards the city awaiting its passengers on the world below.
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Post by Payne, Mildhurt, & Strange on Mar 10, 2017 12:49:17 GMT -8
A SoroSuub Personal Luxury Yacht 3000, named 'Blind Justice' drops out of the hyperspace lane and slows to a near stop in speed as it nears Umguls orbit. The captain/pilot checks the panels monitoring the systems and engines then, after letting the occupants of the ship know they've arrived, picks up the commlink hails Umguls orbital control.:: This is Captain Janser of the Blind Justice, expected from Honoghr, requesting permission to land at your convenience. ::Janser set the commlink aside for a moment, and reached for his cup of caf while waiting for orbital controls answer.In the passenger's private quarters, each occupant was gathering their things together in anticipation of the upcoming meetings between new friends, old friends, and ex lovers alike. The excitement, and tension, was almost palpable....
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Post by Atlantis Vyridian on Mar 26, 2017 11:38:05 GMT -8
UDF Nebula-class Star Destroyer, The Leviathan — Bridge
Nejj who had received some highly confidential information from the Intelligence Department of Umgul, validated by some of the highest ranking members of the government but also Councilors of the Mist Order had noticed the approach of a ship. After the initial scan of it, but also after hearing the name of the freighter when comms had been activated in both sides, Nejj spoke clearly and distinctly.
Captain Janser, welcome to Umgul, the arrival of the ones you are transporting is expected. Please follow the flight plan, also please note that considering the going ons planetside, the occupants of your ship, but also the ship itself might go through customs checks. Enjoy your stay, officials of the government will be greeting your passengers. Leviathanout.
Highly competent, Nejj transmitted the information to ATC, and also warned those who had required to be warned about the arrival of the lawyers from Honoghr...
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Post by Payne, Mildhurt, & Strange on Jun 1, 2017 12:33:15 GMT -8
:: Noted on all accounts, thank you, Leviathan. Heading toward co-ordinance now. Blind Justice out. ::
Capt. Janser set the mic aside and nodded toward the co-pilot to begin descent to the designated co-ordinance on the planet below. Before settling back in his chair, Janser informed the passengers of their clearance to land, of the government officials that would be greeting them, and required customs checks that would be awaiting when they landed.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 19, 2018 9:52:32 GMT -8
The CR70 Corellian corvette, Blasphemy, emerged from hyperspace, quickly decelerating as the hyperdrive powered down and the thrusters kicked in. Amy carefully manuevered the corvette, wary of planetary defense systems and scanners. They were unavoidable, and this ship wasn't exactly built for stealth, but all the same, she kept all unnecessary electronics deactivated and the ship's primary systems on low power. BB-Drunk pulled itself up into the co-pilot's seat, and plugged into the vessel's computer systems, which was unnecessary, but Amy allowed it if it made the droid feel useful. As they drew closer, she began moving out from the space lanes and approached the given coordinates by Janos.
“Whadda we know 'bout Umgul, Janos?” said Amy, her eyes glued to the viewport in front of her, “the planet affiliated with the Order or Alliance? Neither? Pretty sure they've got passive scanners on us already.”
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 19, 2018 18:56:47 GMT -8
Somewhere in the murk of drug-induced semi-consciousness, Galdaart Fel made the effort to open his eyes. This had not been the first such occurrence. But this time, he kept them open. Waited for the room to swim into focus. He had no idea where he was, in every sense of the statement. Where in the 'verse... where in what ship... where in whose company... it was a difficult and uncomfortable position to be in, especially for someone who usually liked to make up the rules as he was going along, rather than reacting to a set of imposed rules.
There were IV's in his arm. Those could go to the dark place, and immediately. Pulling the spider's web of wires and tubes unceremoniously from his arms and face, he sat slowly up, waiting for the world to spin. But it didn't. Not straight away. He was grateful that, for once, the burning pit in his stomach was taking a vacation from treating him like an ashtray, and as he swung his legs over the side of the medbay bed, he wondered aloud where in the seven hells his clothes had gone. Tying the bed-sheet bath-towel style around his midsection, he looked for his boots, but couldn't find them. He checked his most recent wounds. Nearly healed. Good, clean work, too. How long had he been out?
Moving cautiously, he moved to the medlab door, and out into the passage beyond. New, non-standard bulkheads and truss supports festooned the hallways. My God... it's the CR-70. He ran a hand along the nearest truss, felt its vibration, felt the ship. Heard the ship. Closed his eyes. Breathed deep of her experiences, her reality. We're not in hyperspace. He moved, keeping a cautious, tenuous pace in case anything lurched or jolted, or anyone moved to bar his path or seize him. The bridge was maybe 65 feet from where he was, if he remembered correctly. There were entire rooms and passageways gutted in favour of the extra reinforcements. Fel thought to himself -- the Admiral's men did a good job. If I ever see him again, I'll tell him so.
The bridge was directly ahead. He figured, this could go one of several ways. Could go bad, if some pirates (or worse) had jacked the ship. Could be the Alliance had picked her up (which wasn't necessarily bad, though he wasn't really in uniform...) and could be the Package, and Melia, and the Mando warrior had somehow retrieved the big bastard ship. If so, where in the fireblast were they going? He stepped to the door, which obediently slid open.
I'm... hungry?
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 20, 2018 12:24:06 GMT -8
"Not much. Neutral as far as I know - the fact there's no FO Destroyers in orbit is a good sign. It's known as a gambling world; in fact, it plays such a central part of their economy that cheating is punishable by death. So, you know...don't cheat." Ended Janos, deadpan. A hand dipping into his pocket, he retrieved his datapad, checking the coordinates once more now that they had arrived at their destination. "Fondine Raceways, also known simply as the Umgul Raceway, is the largest Blob racing track on the planet. If I was a betting man - and I am - that's where she'll be. It's within walking distance of the space port in Umgul City."
The door slid open behind him just then, and startled, Janos whipped around - a hand slapping against his thigh for a non-existant weapon. Fel was standing there, dazed and confused, looking like he had been spit out of a Rancor's mouth into a Sarlaac pit. "Fel! Kark - I'm not a doctor and even I know you need to sit down!"
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Post by Andros Vyridian on Jan 20, 2018 13:20:10 GMT -8
Monitoring the orbit from the Nebula Star Destroyer he commandeered, the Admiral looked at the corvette that popped out of hyperspace, no attempts of communications were made either. Either hailing the fleet in orbit or ATC it seemed. Arms behind his back he was looking at the viewport straight at the corvette. "Lieutenant, status?"
"Nothing yet, sir!" He replied checking all the consoles. "Unless they are blind, and haven't seen anything...?
"Yes, well with the planet on a semi lockdown, on the potential brink of instating a Marshall Law with the ongoings planetside, hail the corvette."
"Sir, yes sir!" Executing himself as he was ordered her opened a channel with the Corellian Corvette. Unidentified Corvette, this is the Leviathan, you have entered Umgul's orbital space, please state your intention. Leviathan, over.
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Post by Ami-Lee Westar on Jan 20, 2018 15:24:54 GMT -8
For a moment, Amy's eyes flicked about, thinking she saw something around the corner of her eye, but the thought or sensation was gone before she could consider it, and she nodded at Janos' explanations. She scoffed visibly at his advice not to cheat at gambling. Odd as it was, “Ain't ever had a chance t' gamble...” she muttered under her breath, and carefully weaved around an asteroid.
At Janos' exclamation, Amy turned, just about registering Fel's exclamation that he was hungry, and her heart leapt into her throat, “What th' kark are ya doin' up?!?” Her words were only just a hair's breadth after Janos' own.
She got up to race over to Fel, her excitement causing BB-Drunk to preemptively disconnect and fall of the chair he was on, and then roll clumsily under the deck console. But she was promptly back in her seat when the Leviathan contacted her. “Karablast! No destroyers in orbit, Janos?” said Amy acidly. “Well I doubt the Leviathan's a picket cruiser!”
She opened a channel to the unidentified ship, “Leviathan, this is the Blasphemy, please stand by,” she flicked off the connection and turned to Janos, “Your show, mister. Get us an in, I'll take care of Captain Fel.”
She brought the corvette to a halt, staying put until they could get permission to land from the officials of this planet, then rose and moved to the Sensor station and did a quick sweep, and picked up the Leviathan, identifying it as a Nebula-class star destroyer, and she swore colourfully. “It's one blasted big ship. There's probably more, with fighters ready t' swarm.”
She left the sensors running, and the comm channel open but muted until Janos switched it back to open. Then she raced over to stand under Fel, supporting his weight. He was standing on his own now, but his strength could leave him any time. “You sure are fulla surprises, captain. But don' push it. You had a near terminal case o' Blastonecrosis, and I just administered an experimental treatment, we don't know how strong its effects are, and if there's side effects. C'mon, please, we gotta get you off your feet as much as possible. I'll bring you food.” She gently coaxed the scarred man and tried to guide him back towards the sickbay.
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Post by Janos Galfridian on Jan 20, 2018 16:06:15 GMT -8
"I'm not a pilot! All these blips look the same on sensors!" Janos spun the sensor monitor around to show the screen, showing that, indeed, the blips were the same size. If he had had even a crash course in starship operation, he would have known that the screen was magnified as well as out of calibration - a simple two second fix would have shown the surrounding area in proper scale. No doubt he had thrown the device out of whack while fumbling to turn it on.
"Ohhh...I mean, I'm way more charming and persuasive in person. Not so much over the comm...I think it stems from a failed singing competition from childhood - call it performance anxiety? Not that I have issues with performance," Nervous laughter "Or that you would be even interested in my performance. But, for the record, my ability to perform a performance is just fine?" There was a slight pause in the middle of Janos' babbling. "...Why can't I stop saying performance?"
"Oh. Great. You know...no pressure. Just get it right or we could all die. Or be boarded and arrested and then die in prison." Janos said, deadpan, punctuating it with an odd and nervous sounding laugh that would probably turn heads. No...no he didn't do well over comms. Stepping over to the comms console, tripping slightly, Janos righted himself just before he did a face plant into the console. Taking a deep breath, he smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, ran a hand through his hair, swallowed, and then cleared his throat before un-muting the channel.
Leviathan, this is the CR70 Corvette Blasphemy, pleased to enter the sovereign territory of the esteemed government of Umgul. Sorry for the delay - our sensor technician is a drunk and an incompetent. He has been reprimanded harshly. Despite his earlier panic attack, no trace of nervousness was in his voice - only confidence - along with the rich and well cultured accent of a well to do minor noble. We're here on business, to pick up some material assets won on a blob race. I trust there is no problem? Umgul is a brief stop over on our navigation plan, and I was hoping to not stay too long...the missus isn't fond of my gambling habit, if you know what I mean, Mahaha! Janos laughed, a haughty laugh that made him gag a little. In all, though, it shouldn't raise too much attention. Some semi-important people on a lightly armed blockade runner - here to enjoy some winnings and maybe contribute to the planetary economy. Only time would tell if it was a satisfactory answer.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Jan 20, 2018 16:40:58 GMT -8
Galdaart stood and stared at the commotion. There was little he could say, or do, without -- I don't know... rupturing stitches? Blowing a gasket? Something like that. So instead of rushing forward and taking the conn -- which he really wanted to do -- he let himself be led away by Amy, looking back over his shoulder at the fine job their package was doing at possibly rolling a natural 20 on a bluff check, or possibly a natural 1. He could help... hell, he WAS a pilot... but something inside him said he should actually listen for once.
Is, uh, is he going to be ok on his own? I mean... does he actually know what he's doing? And where are my pants, fireblast it?
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