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Post by Shaman Anaxilea on Mar 3, 2013 8:01:42 GMT -8
Belkadan was a planet at the edge of the Dalonbian sector.
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Post by Bruce Terry on May 7, 2013 16:35:01 GMT -8
A single ship appeared in orbit of Belkadan. Its pilot hailed Belkadan's control, asking for Aerandir Calmcacil. In response, he was informed that Aerandir Calmcacil no longer lived upon the planet, much to his surprise. However, as it turned out, the Jedi Academy still existed, but as a Safe Haven rather than the Academy it once was. Asking where he could locate the Safe Haven, the pilot then made his way there after receiving the coordinates. At the very least, it could be a nice place to relax for now...
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Post by Michelle Calmcacil on May 10, 2013 23:20:37 GMT -8
*A Lambda-shuttle dropped out of hyperspace above Belkadan, then began to approach the world. Its wings bore the emblem of the Jedi Conclave of Felucia, as well as the Jedi Order. When within range of sensors, the pilot within hailed the world, exchanging security codes that allowed them free access to the world and the Jedi Academy below. Rather, the Safe Haven. It was difficult getting used to that after having lived there for so long...
It had been a while since Michelle had been here, since they'd relocated to Felucia two years ago. It felt like longer, not that that was a bad thing. Maybe it was homesickness of a sort; she liked Felucia, but Belkadan was definitely more of a home to her. Yes, Felucia had fantastic jungles, but Belkadan had forests. Forests were just better than jungles in Michelle's opinion, and far more relaxing.
She wasn't alone. With her was her twin sister Annabelle, as well as their older brother's R3 unit. He'd never actually been given a name, so they just referred to him as "Ar-Three." He was here to help check Michelle's vectors and coordinates so that she didn't mess them up and something bad happened. But Michelle, ever the overachiever, had entered everything in right the first time. This was, in fact, the first time she had taken a hyperspace journey without someone helping her. And she was feeling pretty accomplished right about now.
Long had she wanted to revisit Belkadan, but had never thought to ask. When she asked to go, Aerandir had tasked her with testing her navigation, and asked if she was up to the task. She eagerly accepted, though understood the risks and allowed Ar-Three to come with her. And Annabelle too, since she also enjoyed Belkadan, and Michelle enjoyed her company. And now they made it, and were on their way to the Aca— Safe Haven. Something of a vacation. One Michelle fully intended to enjoy thoroughly...*
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Post by Raimundo Darkwater on Mar 21, 2015 19:16:52 GMT -8
A single white cloak fighter dropped out of the depths of hyperspace and began to approach Belkadon. It's SSID named it as "The Savior" belonging to Jedi Knight Raimundo Darkwater of the Felucian Jedi Conclave.*
*Sitting at the controls, the Cerean knight accessed communications with the planet's orbital control.
"Orbital Control, this is Jedi Knight, Raimundo Darkwater. I'm here to provide assistance against the return of the red crested cougars."
A few minutes went by as his credentials were pulled up and verified. It didn't take long when Rai's request was granted, the Officer on the communication line advising the Cerean to travel to the Jedi Safe Haven. The Jedi Healer thanked the officer and cut the communications. His ship gained speed as it sailed into the planet's atmosphere, heading for the Jedi Safe Haven. All the while, Raimundo reached out to Force, looking for peace and guidance. Hopefully, no unexpected events had occurred since he received Master Calmcacil's transmission requesting aide.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2015 7:41:39 GMT -8
Tearing through the azure realm of hyperspace, a battered raptor nosed vessel roared its way back into reality. The once gleaming bronzed hull had been stained by centuries of particulate ash, leaving nothing more than a dull sheen as the light from the distant Sun finally embraced the starship. Its Ion engines glowed with a barely constrained anger, waiting in enforced silence to scream in rage once again. Within the cockpit of this aging HWK-290, a man adorned in freshly polished golden yellow armour stared at the planet wistfully spinning below. For what seemed like an age, the man drunk in the sight of a lush world for the first time, only to show a warm smile in return. He was used to the ashen sights of his war torn homeworld, and the expansive deserts that seemed roll on forever. So, this was a welcome change in scenery, even if he couldn't stop and enjoy the sights.
Stowing the errant thought within the dark recesses of his mind, Naiad Solari activated his blinking communications system with a flick of his wrist.
Belkadan OTC, this is the Phaethon. Requesting permission to proceed planetside. If it helps, I've been hired by the Republic to assist the locals with culling the population of red crested cougars.
He waited for a moment, letting the static of the connective crackle echo throughout the cockpit. Before he opened his mouth to repeat the hail, a voice cut through the sparking noise.
Phaethon, permission has been granted. Co-ordinates and landing vectors have been sent to your navigational computer.
The channel remained open for a moment longer, though the man did not speak. Naiad was curious as to why, although that would not be the case for long as the man continued - his voice filled with what the Sun Guard could only assume was emotional gratitude.
Thank you for coming. My sister was slain in one of the most recent attacks, and I've been stuck here, ensuring that the people are safe. It's good to know others, not of this world have come to help. In whatever way they can.
Naiad nodded. The Sun Guard wouldn't reveal the real reason he was here to this man, for he was already grieving. Even though it was silent, such a revelation was sure to send him plunging into the depths of despair. Not wanting to wear out his welcome by causing an issue before setting foot on this beautiful world, Naiad terminated the connection with a warm smile.
Seconds after the link had gone dark, the Phaethon's engines ignited with a whitish blue pulse and descended towards the planet thereafter.
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Post by Ayeniner on Apr 30, 2015 1:09:22 GMT -8
Duni Nim stood by the pilot, whose face was shrouded by the Tall-Yor, as her ship slowed from darkspace. Though only an adept in her caste, she was the highest-ranking shaper in the Seer's new Yuuzhan Vong empire, and carried some clout. She had been on the warship Death, in the void between stars and waiting for her superior to order their invasion of Dantooine, when she had received a report through one of the altered villips. One of the creatures native to this galaxy had seemingly survived the process of correcting a planet. The infidels often used the term 'Vongform' or 'terraform', but to the shaper adept, such a process was a reversion to what the planet should have been.
The Yorik-Vec was only thirty standard metres long, and yet packed a punch for its size. Duni Nim did not understand the locals of this galaxy and ordered the pilot to enter the atmosphere without asking for clearance. Her ship was a detachment from the Death, but had not yet been christened in glorious battle and was not important enough to be named. The living servant obeyed orders, however, and took them to the planet below.
Duni Nim was very excited to see what she could shape from these creatures, and find out how they survived. Perhaps they were a gift from Yun-Nes'hel?
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Post by Menzine on May 6, 2015 16:22:48 GMT -8
From the swirling chaos of darkspace burped a single lump of what appeared to be rock, shouldering its way smoothly into the Belkadan system. Appearing quite some distance from the planet, coming into the system at a spot that was on a vector that used the single moon as a cloak, it was unlikely anyone saw that this lump of rock was actually decelerating and moving under its own power. It was also important to note that what would usually be an irregular surface on a meteor was actually streamlined and designed, with all the characteristics of a starship of elegant design. Likewise the rocky substance wasn't actually rock but was made up of living coral all forming a symbiotic bond to make up the skin of a Yuuzhan Vong craft.
Menzine moved her hand slightly in the throbbing glove that was her control of the ship, peering through the interface of the Cognition Hood at the sliver of world she could see of the shrinking crescent on the moon they orbited. Next to her Yem made a small sound as she clutched the edges of the Yorik Coral seat, eyes wide as she watched through the viewport. This would be the first planet she had seen from orbit, their departure from Zonama Sekot a quick affair that left little time for sightseeing.
"It was said that this planet had been made into a resource for our people..."
She continued to study what information the ship could analyse from this range, her forehead wrinkling in a frown that grew ever deeper the more she followed. The planet appeared to have none of the characteristics she had expected from the tales she had heard. The Dweebits introduced should have significantly altered the air and rendered the planet a poisonous environment for most of the inhabitants of this galaxy, likely killing and mutating the foliage and wildlife. From what she could tell, aside from one or two isolated areas, the atmosphere appeared normal, so much so the ship detected significant forms of life. Not only that there was infidel technology too according to the [/i[Oggzil as it burbled in a low key to indicate comm traffic.
"Though it appears that the process has been reversed."
She grimaced slightly as Yem muttered about blasphemy and pondered her next move. It would be dangerous to just blunder into a situation she wasn't sure about but perhaps...
She pulled the Cognition Hood, taking a deep breath to alleviate herself of the claustrophobic sensations that clung to her still. Leaning forward she stroked the Oggzil to bring the creature to life, allowing it to take control of the blaze bugs to form images and words. Soon she had enough information with which to attempt contact...
Attention Jedai. This is...
She broke off suddenly as she realised that she hadn't named her ship yet. Her mind spun as she tried to think of a name, any name, but her mind had gone traitorously blank. A mutter word drifted through the fog that had suddenly developed in her brain, Yems soft voice saving her from any further fumbling.
the starship Ush-hrok requesting clearance to land on the planet
She glanced at Yem as she continued.
We are Yuuzhan Vong seeking to study this world...
She realised that such statement may not go down well with the inhabitants here but she hoped that the Jedi would not be overtly hostile to their presence.
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Post by Bruce Terry on May 7, 2015 21:51:42 GMT -8
The first Yuuzhan Vong craft hadn't gone unnoticed, of course, though considering the limited military power at the moment, little could be done. Their appearance alone was enough to give one unease—especially considering their history with the world—but their heading straight for the planet without announcing themselves? Even more worrying. It was possible they were not equipped with the proper technology to communicate with Belkadan's so-called "infidel" systems, but regardless, cougars were a problem enough; if these Yuuzhan Vong decided to make themselves enemies as well, then Belkadan would truly need aid...
When another craft arrived, this time actually transmitting a message to control, their intended desire to "study this world" didn't put them at any more ease. Who could blame them? The cougar attacks threatening the world had just about everyone on edge. Perhaps they didn't mean harm and were only curious about how the world's climate was reversed from the Vongforming, and they simply couldn't have picked a better time to arrive...
:: "Permission granted," :: was the hesitant reply from control. :: "Do be aware of the redcrested cougar outbreak, we are currently attempting to contain them. They are vicious, territorial creatures that attack in packs. Good day." ::
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Post by Menzine on May 13, 2015 13:07:13 GMT -8
Menzine reared back slightly as the artificial voice blurted from the Oggzil, a look of disgust crossing her delicate features. When she frowned her scars deepened giving the expression a slightly sinister aspect and the unexpected lack of anything alive in the utterance over the infidel comm waves made her feel slightly sick. That her voice may have sounded so devoid of life and substance made her cringe inwardly and mutter a slight prayer to Yun Yuuzhan for forgiveness. Yem also seemed ill at ease with the procedure, muttering constantly and rocking back and forth in her seat despite the wonder of seeing a world from orbit for the first time.
Reluctant to engage the Oggzil again, and unaware what an appropriate response would be in such a conversation she decided to say nothing and slipped the cognition hood back over her head. With a few thoughts and a slight manipulation of the interface within which her hand rested she tasked the ship, the [/]Ush-hrok, down to the surface.
As the streamlines craft of Yorik Coral descended into the atmosphere Menzine turned her mind to what the controller had said. The Red Crested Cougar, an indigenous species perhaps? One that was now returning in force despite the work of the Shenbits employed by Yomik Carr nearly a century ago. It would be interesting to see what kind of changes had manifested on the creature and she wondered if she could find biological data on an original of the species for comparison.
The ship disappeared into the swirling clouds.
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Post by Keith-070 on Aug 12, 2015 20:18:42 GMT -8
*From the depths of space, dropping from a ripple in hyperspace, a dropship appeared, a custom CR25, scarred but intact, bearing an unknown emblem. It was practically unoccupied, its sole inhabitants one genetically-enhanced human and one AI construct. Strange, considering the ship was originally made to transport up to forty troopers, built for combat deployment and to house a handful of gunships, bikes, and even AT-PTs. But these ships had been modified for a secret cause, usually sporting a different complement than what one would expect from such a ship... Even so, the single living occupant as well as its AI companion was indeed not how this modified vessel was intended to be flown...
Belkadan. It had been far too long. He'd left some years ago to find his way back to base, to find some answers. He found some, yes, but also many more questions. But even though he was returning from the base, where he'd spent most of his life growing and training, his return to Belkadan felt more like coming home than his little journey for answers. However, it seemed he wasn't returning to meet with the Calmcacils under a sunny day in the shade of the trees; Corinne had intercepted several messages from the HoloNet during their journey, mentioning the sudden resurgence of a species long thought to be extinct: Redcrested cougars. The Jedi who had sent the call was curiously not a Calmcacil, but regardless, Keith was returning home, and he was already prepared and willing to defend it.*
"I've already made contact with control," *the feminine AI informed the armored man as he prepared to drop.* "Our clearance codes were old, but they checked out."
"Just drop me where I'll be most needed," *Keith replied as he checked the available weapons and loaded them into the drop pod. It was definitely good to have a stock of familiar weapons again, though he knew these too would be in limited supply.*
"Already working on it, attempting to establish geosynchronous orbit now. The fleet is so unfamiliar," *she began in a sudden tangent.* "Control also seems different. Could so much have changed in so short a time period?"
"War happens," *Keith replied simply, though he too could not help but wonder just what transpired during his absence. If anything, Aerandir should have been the one sending the call for aid, seeing as this was his homeworld. Surely the man was still alive and fighting. Certainly Morgan had grown even stronger in her training, proving herself even more and more capable by the day. The mere thought of her reaction to seeing him again gave him newfound determination to deal with the present threat to the world.*
"Right..." *Corinne replied slowly, then, after a moment, instructed,* "Prepare to drop."
"Don't need to tell me twice," *Keith responded as he climbed into the pod, situating himself and preparing for the drop. Corinne then uploaded herself completely into Keith's suit as the pod prepared for drop, a timer appearing in Keith's HUD. The room sealed, pressurizing, then, as the timer hit zero, the floor opened beneath the pod, then, with a jolt, it was rocketing through the atmosphere, on its way to the surface...*
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2015 17:17:59 GMT -8
Well, this was Belkadan. A floating orb in the Tingel Arm and apparently where he was to meet and pick up the next member of his assembling crew. Force! Why would anyone want to live out here? Hell, maybe they didn't. Perhaps that's why they'd accepted the offer to join the crew. The Renegade. If it were, that would at least make sense.
Nevertheless, whatever Naiad's reason for joining his crew, he was here now and the shorter lived the trip the better, quite honestly. It would mean the quicker they could get to doing jobs and filling their purses with an abundance of credits. That indeed sounded wonderful.
The Renegade sprung from hyperspace as a jet a blue-white light glistened above the northern hemisphere and proceeded downward toward the shimmering spectacle below.
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Post by Nemo on Jul 8, 2017 12:42:46 GMT -8
The Alliance fleet that had been put under the command of Jedi Master Nemo silently exploded back into real-space above Belkadan. Nemo had been allowed to stay in command of his fleet after the disaster of Dantooine. The battle had been a disaster, the planet had been devastated and many Alliance ships and military lives were lost. The only redeeming point was that the First Order had also suffered equally terrible losses. So bad were both sides losses that everyone pulled out of the system, neither able to secure the planet for a strategic use. Nemo had no doubt that after the First Order had finished licking it's wounds, it'd be back to make use of Dantooine.
To prepare a counter move, Nemo had gathered the remains of his fleet and made for Belkadan, the closest Jedi world to the expanding borders of the First Order. Only a shadow of it's former self, Nemo's fleet still comprised of six capital ships and their compliments. With the survival of the Acclamator-class "Darla" this mean that General Lightyear's army was also still at the Jedi Master's disposal. Nemo knew he'd eventually need to utilise the forces under his command, however he took no joy from this fact. It was his duty.
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Post by Bruce Terry on Aug 18, 2017 19:37:32 GMT -8
A Lambda-class shuttle dropped out of hyperspace above the verdant planet, its sole occupants a human adult male and two children—a Lorrdian girl and a Farghul boy—who were finally returning home from an extended absence. The ship didn't wait in orbit wrong, the pilot quickly touching base with control and the Jedi establishment on the world itself, in turn being informed that little had changed in their absence. They had been visited by an Alliance fleet that escaped Dantooine, but otherwise the world was in the same shape as before. With some haste, the ship drifted down into the planet's atmosphere, making its way for the Jedi Safe Haven...
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Dec 8, 2020 12:50:59 GMT -8
Emerging from hyperspace at long last, Clan Awaud's military fleet, as well as over a dozen civilian craft appeared over the forested world of Belkadan. Not wishing any conflict with the Solenbaran Diarchy, Clan Awaud and its Death Watch allies in Clan Vizsla, had been allowed to peacefully escape and retreat from the occupying forces. And while that wasn't the first choice, given the amount of non-combatants that Clan Awaud had amassed during its tenure of Telos, it was the practical and strategically sound alternative. Once free of Telos, Clan Awaud was once again searching for a home. Finding that home, on Belkadan, in the Dalonbian Sector, Clan Awaud gathered its forces and headed out, intent on claiming the forested world as their new home, and hopefully an addition to the Mandalorian Assembly as a whole...or as an outpost world for Death Watch.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Jul 31, 2021 15:36:17 GMT -8
In the months that followed Clan Awaud's arrival at Belkadan, orbital defenses had been constructed. In conjunction with the local government, Clan Awaud spearheaded the construction of a massive Golan III Space Defense NovaGun to operate as both orbital defense as well as a local traffic controller. Alongside that, a Harbor-Class Mobile Space Dock was also constructed, giving Clan Awaud's fleet a place to berth and repair as required. It also gave travelers a place to dock and repair, for a modest fee. All in all, Clan Awaud's arrival on Belkadan boosted the local economy and helped support the local government.
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Post by Orrick Awaud on Dec 31, 2021 10:13:01 GMT -8
The Golan III Space Defense NovaGun, affectionately named Vlemeth after Clan Awaud's ancestral home of Vlemeth Port, served as a defense platform to deter pirates and criminals, as well as a hub for orbital traffic travelling to and from the planet. It also served as a pit stop for those traveling through this section of the galaxy. The Harbor-Class Mobile Space Dock, Ta'na'oaragr, served as the hub for Clan Awaud's fleet, offering repair, refit and even complete construction of many vessels up to the size of a cruiser. On the side, the Ta'na'oaragr would also aid in the defense of the planet and could offer its services out to those travelling the sector that needed such a facility. Belkadan's remote location also aided in its safety, which suited Clan Awaud just fine.
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