Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on May 13, 2017 17:41:00 GMT -8
From his position on the bridge of the Crusader Knight, Cain watched as the escort group fire upon its own prison ship. With the shields gone from Kartzela, the escort fleet's attack was much more effective than expected. He clenched his clawed hands around the railing once more, indenting the tubular railing, in his grip. As he watched on of the reactors detonate, he spun on his heel and strode towards the main lift.
"Commander, I want whoever is in charge of this little group apprehended. They need to answer for crossing me. Have the Terra Nova break of and collect which ever ship the earlier transmission originated from. I want them alive! Kill the rest of them...no survivors... And have all strike teams prepared for boarding action. Fill me in on the status of the prison ship once as we prepare..."
Without waiting for the Commander's response, Cain entered the lift. As it descended to the lower levels of the ship, Commander Vishkin continued to issue orders on the bridge.
"Terra Nova, break off and pursue the frigate identified as the Pulsar. You are to disable this vessel and apprehend any and all crew. Launch retrieval teams to begin searching for survivors. Azmodan and Belial, select targets and fire at will. Lord Dracus does not want any survivors aside from the crew of the Pulsar. Brusilov, Greely, continue engagement and take them down. Ardent Prayer, Ascendant Justice, disengage and assist the Inquisitor. Mercy, prepare to dock with the Kartzela. All boarding parties, stand by."
As his orders were carried out, Vishkin grabbed the earbud that was offered to him by the comms ensign.
"Lord Dracus, this is Knight Actual. Are you receiving?"
Cain's harsh metallic voice filled the Commander's ear.
Affirmative, Commander. What is the status of the prison ship?
As Vishkin received reports, he relayed them to the Sith.
"Initial reports indicate a loss of life support on several decks. Minimal power throughout the entire ship due to the loss of one of the reactors. Half of the command crew escaped, however we are making retrieval efforts now. 75% of the general prisoner population seems to be intact, but only 30% of the special prisoners remain. Decks 1 through 9 have been vented of atmosphere and the superstructure of the ship is in critical condition. Our analysis shows you have 30 minutes to get what you need and get out before the second reactor goes critical. Mercy is inbound with support and shall be docking at the ship's aft airlock. I will continue to relay information as I get it, sir."
Vishkin finished speaking as everything began to unfold...
The Terra Nova accelerated straight through the middle of the battlefield, smashing through the debris of several wrecked ship in the process as it gave pursuit of the enemy frigate. The ship's commander, Captain Dollen, issued orders.
"All ahead full, power up tractor beams. ETA to target?"
A non essential crew member spoke up.
"Sixty seconds to target, sir!"
The Captain smiled.
"Excellent. You may lock onto target and fire when ready."
As the Terra Nova accelerated towards the fleeing frigate, Cain stalked his way to the airlock that the Knight was currently attacking itself to. As he walked across the umbilical, cloak billowing out behind him, he reached the airlock into the Kartzela...
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Evikay Lambri
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Post by Evikay Lambri on May 17, 2017 13:47:05 GMT -8
Lambri looked back at the listing hulk of the Kartzela, and she felt a wave of sorrow and regret for the crew that were no doubt suffering this very moment. Alas, there wasn't time to consider the implications of her decisions. She still had four ships' worth of equipment and crews to account for: her own ship, The Vic II 'Pulsar', having sustained massive damage to the fore fuselage and superstructure, was moving once more with the full compliment of her engines, thanks to the herculean efforts of her engineering staff, below. The Vic II 'Terror VI' having lost most of her offensive capabilities, continued despite sustaining damage that would have sidelined a lesser vessel or crew. The last heavy cruiser in their midst, the Vic II 'Fearsome,' previously having sustained superficial damage only from the TIE attacks, now placed herself directly in harms' way, flying between the approaching Nebula-Class and her sister ship the 'Terror.' Finally, the Vindicator-Class 'Georgian,' only just hanging on. These crews deserved medals for their service this day.
Georgian reports her birds are back in the nest, Captain.
"Good. Retrieval -- how long till we have a full compliment of our own?"
45 seconds, ma'am. The Terror reports six of their birds still engaged and fallen behind, ma'am.
"Kark. Kittridge, get me Terror command."
Captain Hayden, ma'am.
"Hayden -- have Fearsome pluck your birds. You're in no shape to continue. **to Kittridge** Open to Escort Group"
**nods in affirmation** Ma'am -- Escort fleet.
"Escort fleet. Lead. T-minus 45 seconds to jump one. Fearsome -- Cmdr. Jorr'ek, jump in T-minus one minute. Get those fighters inside, and don't waste any time."
Evi left the channel open. The following forty seconds passed excruciatingly slowly, as the Fearsome reported impacts and further damage, and several damage reports came in from her own command. There was little she could do. They were moving as fast as they could. What batteries that could continue to fire astern were doing so. But it was obvious to enemy command they were in full retreat. She was sick to hear that the Fearsome had suffered a direct Ion hit that had disabled her drive systems, and a glance at the aft cameras showed the massive ship dropping out of formation. Leaning back to her open comms, she contacted Fearsome.
"Jorr'ek... don't let them take your crew. Fight the good fight, my friend. I'm sorry... "
The few birds that could make it to Terror did so, and with a heavy heart, Lambri gave the order to engage hyperdrive, and the three badly wounded vessels escaped with their lives, for now.
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Rash Forn
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Post by Rash Forn on May 17, 2017 14:15:48 GMT -8
In the belly of the prison-ship Kartzela...
Rash stood at the back of his cell, as hell exploded all around him, or so it seemed. There had been a flurry of activity a few minutes ago, and some cells had been opened, the sound of blaster small-arms echoing down the long halls. He had growled at the thought of the First Order liquidating prisoners. Then all had been chaos. Fire had washed down the hall, and the dark, dreary ship had lurched as if kicked in the ribs. They were obviously in some sort of battle, and immediately the Shistavanen knew for certain he was on the wrong side of the cell door. These cowards. They ran back and forth, caring for nothing, effecting no change. Bracing himself against yet another explosion, he waited for death. Hoping these First Order bastards went with him made the moment palatable. The craft shook, and lurched, throwing Rash against the front-side of his cell, even as the structural integrity of the ship was tested yet further, a terrible shudder and rending of metal signalling several breaches in the hull. Suddenly, power cycled and stuttered, plunging the cell into darkness, and also, momentarily releasing the mag-lock on the cell door...
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on May 17, 2017 20:40:02 GMT -8
Lambri looked back at the listing hulk of the Kartzela, and she felt a wave of sorrow and regret for the crew that were no doubt suffering this very moment. Alas, there wasn't time to consider the implications of her decisions. She still had four ships' worth of equipment and crews to account for: her own ship, The Vic II 'Pulsar', having sustained massive damage to the fore fuselage and superstructure, was moving once more with the full compliment of her engines, thanks to the herculean efforts of her engineering staff, below. The Vic II 'Terror VI' having lost most of her offensive capabilities, continued despite sustaining damage that would have sidelined a lesser vessel or crew. The last heavy cruiser in their midst, the Vic II 'Fearsome,' previously having sustained superficial damage only from the TIE attacks, now placed herself directly in harms' way, flying between the approaching Nebula-Class and her sister ship the 'Terror.' Finally, the Vindicator-Class 'Georgian,' only just hanging on. These crews deserved medals for their service this day. Georgian reports her birds are back in the nest, Captain. "Good. Retrieval -- how long till we have a full compliment of our own?"45 seconds, ma'am. The Terror reports six of their birds still engaged and fallen behind, ma'am. "Kark. Kittridge, get me Terror command." Captain Hayden, ma'am. "Hayden -- have Fearsome pluck your birds. You're in no shape to continue. **to Kittridge** Open to Escort Group" **nods in affirmation** Ma'am -- Escort fleet. "Escort fleet. Lead. T-minus 45 seconds to jump one. Fearsome -- Cmdr. Jorr'ek, jump in T-minus one minute. Get those fighters inside, and don't waste any time." Evi left the channel open. The following forty seconds passed excruciatingly slowly, as the Fearsome reported impacts and further damage, and several damage reports came in from her own command. There was little she could do. They were moving as fast as they could. What batteries that could continue to fire astern were doing so. But it was obvious to enemy command they were in full retreat. She was sick to hear that the Fearsome had suffered a direct Ion hit that had disabled her drive systems, and a glance at the aft cameras showed the massive ship dropping out of formation. Leaning back to her open comms, she contacted Fearsome. "Jorr'ek... don't let them take your crew. Fight the good fight, my friend. I'm sorry... " The few birds that could make it to Terror did so, and with a heavy heart, Lambri gave the order to engage hyperdrive, and the three badly wounded vessels escaped with their lives, for now. The Terra Nova was racing towards the retreating enemy fleet at full speed. As an Ion blast from her guns managed to disable one of the remaining Victory-II Frigates. Plowing forward, the Captain issued orders."Increase power to the forward deflectors and brace for impact."Just as the orders were carried out, the Terra Nova's bow collided with the frigate. As the crew on the bridge felt the ship shudder, it proceeded through the disabled Victory frigate. Flames and explosions licked at her shields, but the ship continued forward, unphased by the small frigate that had been in her path. Unfortunately the crew of the frigate wouldn't be so lucky as the severed sections of the frigate drifted aimlessly apart. Captain Dollen issued one more command."Ion batteries, barrage fire, tractor beams, engage."As the individual stations complied with their orders, blue Ion fire erupted from the forward facing batteries of the Nova. Following the barrage, the tractor beams engaged, though a fraction of a second two slow as the ships jumped away. Dollen's jaw flexed in annoyance."Nav, did we manage to get a lock on their trajectory?"After a few brief moments of silence, the nav officer spoke up."Aye Captain. I believe we did. An escort fleet like that only had two consecutive hyperspace jumps availble to the with a transport ship like the Kartzela."Dollen nodded in approval."Excellent. Get the most likely coordinates punched in and get us underway. Comms, inform the Commander of our status."As the respective stations carried out their orders and worked quickly to get the ship prepared for a hyperspace jump, Cain was already through the airlocks, entering the Kartzela on the Command Deck. The darkly clad armored Sith stalked the halls, followed by a contingent of the Crusader Knight's Stormtroopers. Motioning for the troopers to fan out, Cain proceeded to the next sealed bulkhead. He tapped on the control pad to open it. Nothing happened. Annoyed, Cain closed his eyes and gathered the Force around him. Gently moving his clawed left hand, he managed to pry it open. As he proceeded forward, he opened the next bulkhead, and suddenly a great roaring could be heard as the compartment decompressed. The bulkhead he had passed through slammed shut in response. Unable to react quickly enough, Cain sailed through the vacuum of space. Fortunately for him, his suit had been upgraded to withstand the vacuum of space. As he drifted towards the aft section of the ship, he reached out with a clawed right hand, slamming it into the ship's deckplating. The claws sunk in and he slid a few meters, leaving jagged gouges in the metal. As he pulled himself to the deck, he engaged the mag locks on his boots. With a metallic clank, Cain was firmly secured. Gathering himself up, he continued onwards. The Force was drawing him deeper into the ship. There was one subject here that he needed to take, regardless of whether the rest survived. He knew that for certain...
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Cain Dracus
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Post by Cain Dracus on Jun 6, 2017 10:56:10 GMT -8
Having successfully passed to the next viable airlock, Cain was back in the ship proper. With the escort fleet firing upon the Kartzela in an attempt to scuttle the vessel, it had left the ship damaged and without main power. As Cain stalked the halls, giving off no sound aside from his respirator, his breath hung in the air before him. With no power or heat within some of these halls, the ship had quickly cooled off. As a light flickered ahead, he saw several prison guards approach. Grinning wickedly beneath his helm, he gripped his lightsaber hilt in his clawed hand. Stepping forward, he ignited it. The guards jump at the sound, but quickly regained their professional composure. Opening fire upon the Sith, Cain expertly spun his blade before him, deflecting the shots back at the group. As the ducked from the return fire, Cain sprinted forward. Slicing quickly, one guard fell, a smoldering, blackened slash across his chest. Swinging out, he caught another. As he deflected more shots back, a guard tried to get him with a stun baton. Cain's reflexes were no match for the guard. Cain's clawed hand gripped the guard tightly around the throat. He screamed and writhed as Cain's clawed fingers sunk deeper into the man's flesh, the harder he squeezed. Dark red blood gushed from the wounds. Deflecting the shots from the remaining guards back at them, still holding the guard in his grip, Cain shifted his attention to the guard.
"The maximum security cell block. Where is it? Talk and I will end your suffering!"
Cain's mechanical voice echoed slightly within the corridor. The squirming, screaming guard managed to raise his arm and point, shakily, down the corridor.
"Throu....Through.....there...."
The guard gurgled, undoubtedly drowning on his own blood now. Smiling beneath his helm, Cain brought his saber around and impaled the guard through the abdomen. Retracting his saber and releasing his grip, the guard slumped to the floor. Extinguishing his blade and returning the hilt to his belt, Cain pushed forward...
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Merrik Piett
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Post by Merrik Piett on Dec 31, 2017 20:13:37 GMT -8
A new force Jolted out of hyperspace outside Dubrillion's Gravity well. The lead ship was an almost new Victory I star destroyer leading the formation followed by an Immobilizer 418 Cruiser flanked by an Ardent-class frigate on it's port side and an Imperial II frigate on his Starboard. Bringing up the rear of the formation was a battle worn Vindicator-class Heavy Cruiser. Moving out quickly the ships begin to take up position in orbit around Dubrillion as Orders are exchanged and codes are verified.
Sitting in the command chair of the Immobilizer 418 Dark Web Commander Merrik Piett couldn't help but smile. A promotion, a new position, and new ships, all in the span of just a couple weeks of returning from the unknown regions. Things were definitely going well so far for the new Deputy Director to Imperial Intelligence, especially once he had gotten his official orders and learned that in addition to being Deputy Director he would also be working as Acting Director due to the sudden demise of the previous director. It was a reminder of the price of failure, but Merrik was glad things so far had begun going his way.Getting up from the command chair he makes his way to the forward viewports, looking down on the planet he was now charged with overseeing, working out plans to improve things as well as ways to avoid the fate of his predecessor.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Dec 31, 2017 20:58:27 GMT -8
The Lictor-class Tianlong rippled into the system. The orders that had seen him traveling from the depth of the deep core to nearly the end of the galaxy had not come through the normal channels, but that mattered little to Marcos. Despite his reputation, Marcos was not an unaware person. He knew what had happened to the last leader of this area. His assignment to the dead man's replacement was not a subtle message. Marcos was a killer, plain & simple. The eight hundred troopers under his command would not be considered much more. One didn't assign a Nova Trooper battalion to a new command as anything short of a immediate & dire threat.
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Seth Gentry
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Post by Seth Gentry on Jan 2, 2018 9:43:03 GMT -8
A Sentinel-class landing craft, Calm Before the Storm, dropped from hyperspace. In the cock pit with the pilot, sat Lt. Gentry. He was eager for this assignment, since the orders had come from the now Emperor himself. His men and he were still slightly recovering from the celebrations that had happened after the announcement, but they were still sharp. Still the deadly scout troopers they were trained to be. He saw the fleet of Deputy Director Piett and smirked to himself. This was no doubt going to be his way up the ranks.
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Merrik Piett
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Post by Merrik Piett on Jan 10, 2018 17:16:21 GMT -8
A signal was sent to Tianlong with docking instructions for a meeting with the units commander aboard the Immobilizer 418 cruiser Dark Web almost immediately after they exit hyperspace. The main flight deck of the cruiser had been cleared and a small squad of Stormtroopers and an Imperial Naval Lieutenant waited for the shuttle's arrival. Meanwhile the Calm Before the Storm was directed to dock with the Raider-Class Corvette Priestess.
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jan 11, 2018 16:28:52 GMT -8
Marcos & a small honor guard of the 1st Security Platoon headed toward the smaller Dark Web. In total eleven beings were on the Upsilon-class command shuttle. Two of the people were the flight crew that would be staying on the shuttle. Four of the Novatroopers would also be staying with the shuttle while it was landed. The Nova's most usual role in the Empire meant they had few allies & many enemies. The remaining five was the quartet led by Major Marcos himself down the boarding ramp. By comparing direct ranks, Major Marcos was one step down in rank from Commander Merrik Piett. Of course, the Novatroopers weren't exactly in the normal chain of command. Then again, his being in command of the current version of the ISB brought him more in line than would normally be the case.
Looking out over the hanger, Marcos stopped in front of the gathered greetings. He would wait for them to make the first move.
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Seth Gentry
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Post by Seth Gentry on Jan 13, 2018 22:22:55 GMT -8
The Shuttle made its way to the Raider, that was waiting for it. Once landed, Seth and his Scout troopers filed out and formed ranks and stood at attention, awaiting their orders.
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Merrik Piett
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Post by Merrik Piett on Jan 15, 2018 16:08:12 GMT -8
Marcos & a small honor guard of the 1st Security Platoon headed toward the smaller Dark Web. In total eleven beings were on the Upsilon-class command shuttle. Two of the people were the flight crew that would be staying on the shuttle. Four of the Novatroopers would also be staying with the shuttle while it was landed. The Nova's most usual role in the Empire meant they had few allies & many enemies. The remaining five was the quartet led by Major Marcos himself down the boarding ramp. By comparing direct ranks, Major Marcos was one step down in rank from Commander Merrik Piett. Of course, the Novatroopers weren't exactly in the normal chain of command. Then again, his being in command of the current version of the ISB brought him more in line than would normally be the case.Looking out over the hanger, Marcos stopped in front of the gathered greetings. He would wait for them to make the first move. Lt. Jared Findwell, a strong looking young man with black hair and blue eyes, steps forward and salutes the Major.Major Marcos I presume?Assuming he gets an affirmative statement he then speaks, gesturing toward the exit.If you will follow me then.Assuming the major follows they whole group will be taken to a small conference room not far from the hangar. Opposite the door and across the table a lone man with light brown hair and wearing an Imperial Commander's uniform sits reviewing datapads as the group is introduced. The Shuttle made its way to the Raider, that was waiting for it. Once landed, Seth and his Scout troopers filed out and formed ranks and stood at attention, awaiting their orders. With most of the small deck of the Priestess taken up by the shuttle and scout troopers a lone man in black Imperial Special Forces armor minus the helmet enters the hangar and walks over to the unit's commander, a casual looking over rater than a formal inspection.Lt. Gentry I presume?Taking it for a fact and not waiting for a response he continued.I am Major Drax, commander of Fury Squad, it appears that you'll be working for me in the near future.An almost predatory smile comes across the pale skinned man's face, his light brown eyes almost seeming to match his close cropped hair, the whole appearance of the man expressing danger, a killer for sure, but at least a smiling one...
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Post by Marcos, LE-9615 on Jan 16, 2018 16:12:09 GMT -8
Marcos' only reply was a sharp nod to the lieutenant. Once the small group was safely into the conference room, Marcos took seat. The remaining four members of his detail remained standing by the door. They were technically fairly low ranking, but they were extremely trusted as all four were part of the security platoon. Unclipping his helmet, Marcos sets it down on the table. The face revealed below was not pretty picture. Along broad lines, it was probably a fairly passable face as some point, but it looked like the owner used it like a hammer a bit too much. Most of the bones looked like they had been broken at one time or another & healed roughly. A network of scars paid homage to a long time spent in the thickest of the fighting with little care for cover. Beyond of of that, however, was a network of dark skin blotches that looked genetic in origin. One particular splotch crossed one eye, staining the entire orb pitch black. The other eye was the color of beaten gold. A collection of horn nubs were surrounded by abrasion scars. These betrayed his species as a Zabrak, though one that obviously cared nothing for the heritage that implied. Combined with his well built & oversized body, even taking into account the padding granted by the armor he wore, his face painted a rather brutal & blunt picture. In short, this was a man that killed people on orders, & would enjoy every moment of it.
-Marcos Commander Piett.
It was not a question, but rather a statement. Marcos had been sent the military dossier on the Commander beforehand & had reviewed it extensively. It was, however, an invitation for the Commander to set the tone of the meeting. After all, until the Commander did something that would require censure, Marcos was at his command.
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Seth Gentry
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Post by Seth Gentry on Jan 18, 2018 8:25:57 GMT -8
Seth was smaller than the man who stood before him, but he knew that he was the more dexterous of the two as he silently sized the Major up. A quick salute was all that was offered in response to his name being said, quickly followed by the 54 scout troopers behind him. "Sir, my men and I are ready for your orders, sir." He held his salute and stance at attention until relieved by Drax, though he had a feeling the Major was going to keep them their for a while.
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Post by Cam Isarde on Jan 18, 2018 18:24:52 GMT -8
Staring down at his data pad with profuse concentration, reading over the dozens of reports of activities and scans of sectors in the region-- allied or otherwise with the First Order. LT. Cam Isarde strides off rhythm, as if trying to find his footing under himself at all times, yet his uniform is as crisp as could be expected from a junior officer that provides administrative support.
He looks up with his brown eyes scanning the hangar, noticing the new arrivals, and furrows his brow anxiously together; he looks down at his wrist chrono and becomes visibly flustered, he what runs his hands through his equally brown hair trying desperately to regain emotional composure as he picks up the pace towards the conference room inside the Dark Web's hangar.
Lt Isarde finally makes it to the conference room, and badges in with his fleet clearance credentials. As the doors slide open, he sees the meeting is already in session, he lowers his eyes, and steps in and puts his back to the closest corner and tries to go unnoticed-- like any good leiutenant who is late and knows what is good for him.
Cam has no idea why he was called up to the Deputy Director's conference, or why he was transferred from his previous assignment, but Commander Piett asked for him by name-- so here he is; but being late for an appointment never makes anyone look good in the Imperial world. Ever.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2018 7:50:39 GMT -8
Above the picturesque world of Dubrillion, a single Nebulon-L Frigate jumped out of hyperspace alongside a Vigil-Class Corvette. The full, dark grey vessel did not look out of place among the other Imperial vessels in formation around the planet. As the ship slowly powered ahead, towards the Immobiliser-418 Cruiser known as the Dark Web, a single Lambda-Class Shuttle exited the side hangar of the small frigate, flanked by two TIE fighters. Though the man, or rather Chiss, on board usually used a Nubian J-Type Skiff instead of such a shuttle, the hangar aboard the Precursor was too small to fit it. The Sigil sat in the passenger zone of the shuttle. . As the small fleet came clearly in to the field of view of the large viewport of the ship, the Chiss Major stared out in front of him. If he had been personally summoned by the acting director, there were only two reasons for it. Either he had done something wrong, and attracted some unwanted attention, or he had done something to warrant the coveted promotion to colonel. That was the stepping stone for members of the ISB, and meant that you were slated for great things. In the cockpit of the ship, the pilot activated communications with the cruiser ahead. Cruiser Dark Web, this is Shuttle S-097 requesting permission to land. Transmitting clearance codes now. As he said this, he flipped a switch on the instrument panel, transmitting the codes to the ship that was looming ever closer now. Shuttle S-097, you have permission to land. Acting Director Piette is expecting you. The shuttle pilot guided the ship into the hangar of the cruiser, the white shuttle slipping into the lip of the blue-edged shield. As the wings folded up like a bird of prey the shuttle settled down on the onyx floor. The ramp lowered, and Sigil walked down onto the hangar floor, escorted by two Death Troopers.
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Shel Hu
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Post by Shel Hu on May 7, 2019 12:13:18 GMT -8
The stillness around Dubrillion was suddenly brought to an end as a Turbulent-Class Star Destroyer IDed as Pathbreaker emerged from hyperspace. She was followed by a ragtag group of other imperial ships that had not been seen in the known galaxy for decades. Though for the crews of these ships it had seemed like only twelve years since their departure, it had been in reality much longer. Not that Shel or any in her crew knew this yet, but the comms officers quickly started broadcasting old codes from the days of the Galactic Empire to the fleet in orbit. Shel stood on the bridge of Pathbreaker and listened as reports were shouted her way from the officers. Something felt wrong though, as if this was not where they were meant to be. The young Miraluka began preparing her Battle Meditation just in case things did not go as planned.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 7, 2019 12:33:28 GMT -8
The stillness around Dubrillion was suddenly brought to an end as a Turbulent-Class Star Destroyer IDed as Pathbreaker emerged from hyperspace. She was followed by a ragtag group of other imperial ships that had not been seen in the known galaxy for decades. Though for the crews of these ships it had seemed like only twelve years since their departure, it had been in reality much longer. Not that Shel or any in her crew knew this yet, but the comms officers quickly started broadcasting old codes from the days of the Galactic Empire to the fleet in orbit. Shel stood on the bridge of Pathbreaker and listened as reports were shouted her way from the officers. Something felt wrong though, as if this was not where they were meant to be. The young Miraluka began preparing her Battle Meditation just in case things did not go as planned. They were not alone in orbit however...
With the evacuation of Nirauan, which was handed over to the leadership of the newly formed Empire of the Hand, the First Order's naval forces were heavy over the planet of Dubrillion as the Imperial Military Research assets and personnel were being transported to the planet's surface, having been moved from Nirauan. Dubrillion was also the headquarters of the Imperial Intelligence, so the move made sense to Imperial High Command. Security was being handled well within the region as four Resurgent-class Battlecruisers loomed and lumbered through space. Patrols of First Order TIE sfs and fos patrolled the area routinely.
The captain of the Supremacy took note of the unknown arrivals first. Imperial warships, IDs popped up... yet something didn't seem right. The Pathbreaker, along with other ships of the battlegroup it belonged to, were noted as MIA in Old Empire records. The Captain raises his superior, Fleet Admiral Arcavius, who was present on another battlecruiser in orbit.=Captain Gaelan Javik= Fleet Admiral, we have detected a fleet exiting hyperspace. Grid D-10. ID of the lead ship shows an Old Empire record and is stated to be MIA. Nothing further on the subject, however. Only the Emperor has clearance. Course of action?=Fleet Admiral Arcavius= Raise shields but do not lock on weapons. Contact patrol squadrons nearby to withdraw and assume formation alongside our vessels. Ascension and Gideon's Hammer will continue security detail. Contact the Emperor at once!The crew was put to Alert 1 throughout the Supremacy and the Pride of Muunilinst as the warships turned away from the planet and pointed their sides at the fleet that was just beyond weapon range. The Fleet Admiral dials through the channels till he manages to find one that was open for the newly arrived fleet to hear.Attention, this is Fleet Admiral Julian Arcavius of the battlecruiser, Pride of Muunilinst. Pathbreaker, you have entered restricted Imperial Space without authorization. Please state your business within First Order territory.
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Post by Shel Hu on May 7, 2019 12:46:51 GMT -8
First Order? Without needing to ask, merely a tilt of the head and a nudge in the force, Shel prompted her crew to scour the records for anything relating to a 'First Order.' The young woman knew already that they would find nothing, she had already read the records. Another head tilt and nudge prompted the comms officer to open up communications for the Miraluka to respond to the Fleet Admiral.
=Shel= We have all the authorization we need. As the remnants of an Imperial Intelligence's task force, and with the codes to prove it, we will only report to Agent Blackhole or His Excellence, Emperor Palpatine.
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Post by Nicademus Delvardus IV on May 7, 2019 12:59:05 GMT -8
Fleet Admiral Arcavius raises an eyebrow at the remark by the transmission. Agent Blackhole? Emperor Palpatine? The records had indicated that the Pathbreaker had gone missing in the Unknown Region a few decades ago. However, the battlegroup was much larger than this, from what could be read. Julian remains silent for a moment, contemplating his words carefully before making a response.
=Fleet Admiral Arcavius= Commander of the Pathbreaker, Lord Blackhole and Emperor Palpatine have been dead for a few decades now. Your ship, along with its designated battlegroup, were declared missing by Imperial High Command only a few years after your departure on your mission.
Soon, the battlecruiser transmitted to the lead vessel with data on the Pathbreaker, her assigned fleet, and the events that led to the death of Agent Blackhole, the Emperor Palpatine, and the fall of the Old Empire. Anything could happen now, thought the Fleet Admiral. Who knew how mentally stable they could be after being stuck out in the Unknown Region for this long. There were many unknown and unseen horrors that lingered in those barely and uncharted regions of space.
=Fleet Admiral Arcavius= As you can see, Commander, you have been missing for many years now.
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